asphalts | it's open season.

You sent me 17 blank text messages last night. If you don't respond to me, I'm going to do something. Tell Gansey, probably. Are you alive?

i have a to do list for the summer and thing one is figuring out my sexual orientation

Guess what this one does.

[Ronan is still coming off the last pill he took, obvious from the way that he's lolling on the grass like someone fileted his bones out with a deftly-wielded knife. Still, Kavinski holds out the latest. It's pink. Like, cotton candy, dye-for-strawberry, Pepto-Bismol pink, high-gloss and shaped like an egg. Kavinski balances it on his skinny forefinger with long-practiced ease. Long, long practice.

He's looking at Ronan's mouth with the creepy weird fixedness that means he'd like to feed it to the other boy a different way, but it's an idea right now. In development. But a really good one, if you were to ask him.]

Man up, butt boy.

Ronan wakes up gasping, but it’s too late for surprise: he knows what he dreamed. Conviction nailguns his stomach to his throat. He falls out of bed.

Kavinsky is on the floor.

He’s covered in blue. White skin shows rubbery, cyanotic where the slime thins. Cabeswater had vomited the other boy out on him, not the gift -and-giving of Pig, or the violent thefts before. Cabeswater hadn’t wanted Kavinsky.

Ronan scrapes the membrane off Kavinsky’s blind face, and feels the first breath whistle wetly through his fingers. “You couldn’tve made me better, stronger, faster,” Kavinsky croaks; he doesn’t sound surprised.

I pulled an all nighter. So hopped up on coffee and aderall. Pretty sure you could take my pulse through a snow jacket...

[ adam leans back in the passenger seat of the bmw, eyes lazily half-shut as he watches the virginia countryside pass by out the window. ronan had wanted to go on a drive -- nowhere in particular, just drive -- and adam had finished his homework, didn't have any shifts at the garage or the factory, and cabeswater was silent, so he'd said okay. he knew it was just an excuse for them to spend time together away from gansey and blue and noah anyway, and he didn't mind. they'd barely had two seconds alone together for the past week, it was good to get away from the rest of the group for an hour or two. it wasn't like they couldn't hold hands in front of them, they just... didn't. it was easier that way. touching ronan, even in as innocent a way as holding hands, usually turned adam into a wreck within a few minutes, so it was probably for the best.

their hands are clasped between them as ronan drives, and it strikes adam all of a sudden just how normal this feels, how easily he's gotten used to this. the thought makes him slightly uncomfortable -- he's not convinced he'll get to keep ronan, and what will he do without him if he's gotten so dependent on having him around? -- but adam just squeezes ronan's hand gently, brushing his thumb over ronan's knuckles and looking over at him.

ronan's happier lately. adam would like to believe it's because of him, but that feels like giving himself too much credit. he's not sure why else ronan would be happy, though.

impulsively, adam shifts around in his seat so he can lean over and kiss ronan, right where his jaw meets his neck. he can't stop running his thumb over ronan's knuckles, feeling his skin, and it's ridiculous, it's so teenaged boy, but he's getting a little hot. there's no reason to it, no catalyst, he was fine a second ago and now he's not, but that happens a lot to adam where ronan's concerned. he's just ready for it all the time, can hardly get himself under control, and yeah, maybe a running car's a bad place to lose control of himself, but it was one kiss. it won't hurt. ]

Edited 2015-10-30 21:35 (UTC)

[ of all the things cabeswater has sprung on them in the past -- the colour-changing fish, the herd of stampeding deer, the spontaneous cave -- this has got to be the weirdest, and with cabeswater, that's saying a lot. it's a magic sentient forest, so you'd think it couldn't get much weirder. you'd be wrong.

adam had convinced ronan to come with him to do some maintenance on the ley line (well, it didn't really take much convincing. he'd asked if ronan wanted to come and he'd said yes), and his scrying took them into the forest. that wasn't that unusual, there were often rocks blocking streams or other such things that cabeswater needed taken care of within its own boundaries, but what was unusual was the snow that covered everything the second they stepped into the forest. it was cold in henrietta, being that it was the start of december, but it wasn't snowing. inside cabeswater, there was at least two inches of snow covering the ground. despite this, it wasn't unbearably cold, so they pressed on, searching for the source of the forest's blockage.

they hadn't been in the forest for even ten minutes when adam was pulled to a sudden halt, causing ronan to run into his back. when he looked to see what was holding him back, there were roots winding around his ankles, holding him tight. as soon as ronan stopped, he was captured similarly. there was just enough give in the roots for adam to turn around to face ronan, looking for any cause, but it was only when he looked up that he realized what was going on.

mistletoe was dangling from a tree above their heads. cabeswater was trying to matchmake them. the magic, sentient forest adam had dedicated his life to was trying to set them up.

now all adam can do is stare at a spot vaguely over ronan's shoulder, trying to ignore the heat he can feel in his own cheeks. ]

Maybe if we ignore it it'll just... give up and let us go.

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