( Adam doesn't know why it's so important to him. He barely knows Ronan. In the real world, they've never spoken, their paths have never crossed. They just have this, a few nighttimes of peace and opposing beliefs. But somehow, somewhere between them stumbling across each other and the now, he's found himself caring. His thoughts turn to this boy during the day, worry eating at his gut and an ache in his heart when he's working, or studying, or eating. Even his sleep has been invaded, frantic, anxious dreams of even more blood streaked across Ronan's strong jaw.
It shouldn't be important, but it is. That terrifies him. ) You could, I don't know, be a farmer or something.
( He settles against him, lets the other boy nose at his throat. Adam's pulse jumps, a betrayal that has him flush a little, as pink as the flowers around them. ) You don't have to save the world.
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( Adam doesn't know why it's so important to him. He barely knows Ronan. In the real world, they've never spoken, their paths have never crossed. They just have this, a few nighttimes of peace and opposing beliefs. But somehow, somewhere between them stumbling across each other and the now, he's found himself caring. His thoughts turn to this boy during the day, worry eating at his gut and an ache in his heart when he's working, or studying, or eating. Even his sleep has been invaded, frantic, anxious dreams of even more blood streaked across Ronan's strong jaw.
It shouldn't be important, but it is. That terrifies him. ) You could, I don't know, be a farmer or something.
( He settles against him, lets the other boy nose at his throat. Adam's pulse jumps, a betrayal that has him flush a little, as pink as the flowers around them. ) You don't have to save the world.