[For Ronan, dreams sometimes made the real world feel pale in comparison, like it wasn't enough. But he's always been here alone, and so dreams never quite felt like enough either. The prospect that this was something that he could share, that he wasn't alone, that there was more here than just Ronan and the things he conjured was a thrill he couldn't have articulated if he wanted to.
There's a spark of something pleased when the other boy reassures him that he'll get better. And Ronan believes him. What can't they accomplish here, doing this together? Two dreamers. He almost wishes that he'd known before.
And then there's that question, and Ronan looks at Kavinsky and he grins. And this is a look shared between this Ronan and the one that the other boy knew better. Because not everything was different, not everything about him had changed. Trauma just shaved away all the things about him that had been soft or too weak to bear it- but there had always been pieces of him that were sharp. It was why he liked Gansey, back when he'd been burning, back when he was sharper too. Maybe why it's so easy to let himself slide into this odd rhythm with Kavinsky, too.]
I wanna set shit on fire.
[He says it like it's easy, obvious, and maybe it is.]
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[For Ronan, dreams sometimes made the real world feel pale in comparison, like it wasn't enough. But he's always been here alone, and so dreams never quite felt like enough either. The prospect that this was something that he could share, that he wasn't alone, that there was more here than just Ronan and the things he conjured was a thrill he couldn't have articulated if he wanted to.
There's a spark of something pleased when the other boy reassures him that he'll get better. And Ronan believes him. What can't they accomplish here, doing this together? Two dreamers. He almost wishes that he'd known before.
And then there's that question, and Ronan looks at Kavinsky and he grins. And this is a look shared between this Ronan and the one that the other boy knew better. Because not everything was different, not everything about him had changed. Trauma just shaved away all the things about him that had been soft or too weak to bear it- but there had always been pieces of him that were sharp. It was why he liked Gansey, back when he'd been burning, back when he was sharper too. Maybe why it's so easy to let himself slide into this odd rhythm with Kavinsky, too.]
I wanna set shit on fire.
[He says it like it's easy, obvious, and maybe it is.]