[Adam hadn't intended to end up connected with Kavinsky's boys, of course.
But he'd ended up assigned to tutor Skov, and then he'd ended up making out with Skov and Swan, and then he'd realized that he actually liked spending time with them. One thing led to another and then it was really only Kavinsky that Adam wasn't at least friends with. Not that they seemed to dislike each other, they just weren't close. Kavinsky had more defenses than the others, and Adam understood that too much to push.
He never would have considered himself the type to be involved with more than one person, but the other boys were okay with it. And Adam was greedy for contact, for affection, to feel like he was wanted. Knowing that they did... it felt like baby steps towards healing the hole in his heart. Not that he knew how to say that outloud.
It wasn't the first time he'd spent the night at Kavinsky's place instead of his room above St. Agnes. It was the summer so there was no school, and he didn't have work until the afternoon. It had been easy enough to justify as they watched questionable movies on Kavinsky's movie theater screen in the basement. But now it was the middle of the night, and something felt- off, somehow.
He thought it was Cabeswater, but when he pulled the cards he didn't get any answers.
Which was how he ended up scrying. Doing it alone was risky, but whatever this was felt close- it wasn't like he'd be going very far. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. But whatever it was, it wasn't this. It feels like a dream, like a nightmare, like anger, and Adam does what he can to settle things. He'd always been good at making things quieter. He's almost thinking that he's going to be asking Ronan what the fuck had happened, except--]
Kavinsky?
[His voice is soft, comforting- because something about the air still feels like it's hardly a breath away from going wrong. Adam didn't know he was a dreamer, of course. Not that he'd blame anyone for keeping it from him; of all people Adam understood the value of secrets. And it wasn't like he'd told anyone that Ronan was a dreamer. If he'd told someone about his own abilities, he probably wouldn't be alone staring into the water of the bathroom sink. Adam and Kavinsky just hadn't been quite close enough yet for those sort of truths.]
poly verse :eyes:
But he'd ended up assigned to tutor Skov, and then he'd ended up making out with Skov and Swan, and then he'd realized that he actually liked spending time with them. One thing led to another and then it was really only Kavinsky that Adam wasn't at least friends with. Not that they seemed to dislike each other, they just weren't close. Kavinsky had more defenses than the others, and Adam understood that too much to push.
He never would have considered himself the type to be involved with more than one person, but the other boys were okay with it. And Adam was greedy for contact, for affection, to feel like he was wanted. Knowing that they did... it felt like baby steps towards healing the hole in his heart. Not that he knew how to say that outloud.
It wasn't the first time he'd spent the night at Kavinsky's place instead of his room above St. Agnes. It was the summer so there was no school, and he didn't have work until the afternoon. It had been easy enough to justify as they watched questionable movies on Kavinsky's movie theater screen in the basement. But now it was the middle of the night, and something felt- off, somehow.
He thought it was Cabeswater, but when he pulled the cards he didn't get any answers.
Which was how he ended up scrying. Doing it alone was risky, but whatever this was felt close- it wasn't like he'd be going very far. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. But whatever it was, it wasn't this. It feels like a dream, like a nightmare, like anger, and Adam does what he can to settle things. He'd always been good at making things quieter. He's almost thinking that he's going to be asking Ronan what the fuck had happened, except--]
Kavinsky?
[His voice is soft, comforting- because something about the air still feels like it's hardly a breath away from going wrong. Adam didn't know he was a dreamer, of course. Not that he'd blame anyone for keeping it from him; of all people Adam understood the value of secrets. And it wasn't like he'd told anyone that Ronan was a dreamer. If he'd told someone about his own abilities, he probably wouldn't be alone staring into the water of the bathroom sink. Adam and Kavinsky just hadn't been quite close enough yet for those sort of truths.]