[The thing is that Ronan actually understood that desire. He knew what it was like when he woke with his dreams in his hands, and the intensity of his dreams and the glee in his heart was so intense it stripped the real world of anything bright or vibrant. Creating from raw dreamstuff was a high you couldn't explain to someone that hadn't felt it.
Kavinsky is awake and moving faster than Ronan is. He's stuck outside of himself for moments, watching the other boy and those white sunglasses clipped to his shirt, the same as in the dream. He watches how he moves, the way he plucks one of the petals from his hand. He comes back to himself and sits up, rolling his shoulders and curling fingers lightly around the leather bracelets.
They feel the same.
He can't help grinning, bright and wild- his father's smile, eyes that sparkled like a secret or a promise. He preens a little under the praise, a slight flush to his face. His voice quiet when he speaks, watching him, like he knows him better than he did before he closed his eyes.]
Thank you.
[And he means it. He doesn't think he could have done it without Kavinsky telling him that he could, telling him how, giving him a space for it that was different from his own. Keeping the dream safe when Ronan's thoughts leaned to claws and horrors.]
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Kavinsky is awake and moving faster than Ronan is. He's stuck outside of himself for moments, watching the other boy and those white sunglasses clipped to his shirt, the same as in the dream. He watches how he moves, the way he plucks one of the petals from his hand. He comes back to himself and sits up, rolling his shoulders and curling fingers lightly around the leather bracelets.
They feel the same.
He can't help grinning, bright and wild- his father's smile, eyes that sparkled like a secret or a promise. He preens a little under the praise, a slight flush to his face. His voice quiet when he speaks, watching him, like he knows him better than he did before he closed his eyes.]
Thank you.
[And he means it. He doesn't think he could have done it without Kavinsky telling him that he could, telling him how, giving him a space for it that was different from his own. Keeping the dream safe when Ronan's thoughts leaned to claws and horrors.]