[If Ronan had been anyone else, Kavinsky would have sneered. In fact, he was still tempted to, but he didn't.]
Of course, it was flowers. [He said, but not meanly. He didn't know much about what Ronan usually dreamed besides night horrors and pens and cars both tiny and large, but somehow flowers didn't surprise him. He wished he knew more about what the other Dreamer usually dreamt of, not just because he was curious for the sake of knowing, but because he could-... Well, if being gifted cars didn't impress him, Kavinsky could find out what did.
It wasn't like him to want to impress someone; usually, it was up to others to do the impressing to hold his attention. But this was different. Ronan wasn't like other people. He had the capacity for greatness, a potential that could be unrivaled by anyone except K himself. Of course, Kavinsky didn't have any other Dreamers to compare them to, but he didn't want them. Ronan, choosing with him instead of against him, would be all he needed.
He crouched next to the flowers, touching the petals gently. They were beautiful, but he didn't say that. He could already tell there was such a difference in their dreams that made him feel a little jealous. They were each a product of their upbringing, and flowers and dogs might not have seemed that different, but ruling out the dog, most of Kavinsky's dreams were industrial. He'd had the forest as his dream place in Henrietta, and before that this place, but the things he'd brought back with him had been more mundane than fantastical. These flowers were the opposite of that.]
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Of course, it was flowers. [He said, but not meanly. He didn't know much about what Ronan usually dreamed besides night horrors and pens and cars both tiny and large, but somehow flowers didn't surprise him. He wished he knew more about what the other Dreamer usually dreamt of, not just because he was curious for the sake of knowing, but because he could-... Well, if being gifted cars didn't impress him, Kavinsky could find out what did.
It wasn't like him to want to impress someone; usually, it was up to others to do the impressing to hold his attention. But this was different. Ronan wasn't like other people. He had the capacity for greatness, a potential that could be unrivaled by anyone except K himself. Of course, Kavinsky didn't have any other Dreamers to compare them to, but he didn't want them. Ronan, choosing with him instead of against him, would be all he needed.
He crouched next to the flowers, touching the petals gently. They were beautiful, but he didn't say that. He could already tell there was such a difference in their dreams that made him feel a little jealous. They were each a product of their upbringing, and flowers and dogs might not have seemed that different, but ruling out the dog, most of Kavinsky's dreams were industrial. He'd had the forest as his dream place in Henrietta, and before that this place, but the things he'd brought back with him had been more mundane than fantastical. These flowers were the opposite of that.]
Is something usually after you in your dreams?