[Ronan was a strange thing here; more true and less himself all at once.
He hadn't really known what he was looking for until he found it. He hadn't even realized that he was looking for something. But it felt familiar, and it felt like something that he'd lost, and there's a desperate desire that surges within him to not lose it again -- that feels like the most important thing. There are memories that come back to him, whispers of things like I know what you are and we're the same and what's here? nothing! just us.
It feels like his emotions are as big as the dream sea itself, but they haven't quite settled into place yet, he doesn't quite remember. And so instead, he tries to focus on the important part, for the moment. He reaches out, not quite realizing that it isn't with hands, that he's just a ball of feelings and memories and power all raw and undone, and he reaches out with tendrils of himself.]
I found you.
[He's not quite sure if he says it with words or thoughts or just the raw feeling of it: the heartbreak and ruin of loss, the joy and relief of knowing he was here, he was alive, that he had him again. There's a whisper among the pieces that he's still working to reassemble that asks if he deserves to, and he feels shame and guilt bubble inside of him.]
...Kavinsky.
[He doesn't deserve it. But he reaches out anyway. He wants to twine him into himself, this-- this boy, a boy like he had been. Sharp and too skinny, pale skin, raven hair, and so so gorgeous. It had been crushing and euphoric, and he'd thrown it away. Now, he just wants to hold him, hold onto him. He'd thought he was human. But then, he'd told himself he was human too, back then. The wave of all his feelings starts to crash into him, and Ronan isn't sure if he's going to drown or combust.]
greywaren in the dream sea;
He hadn't really known what he was looking for until he found it. He hadn't even realized that he was looking for something. But it felt familiar, and it felt like something that he'd lost, and there's a desperate desire that surges within him to not lose it again -- that feels like the most important thing. There are memories that come back to him, whispers of things like I know what you are and we're the same and what's here? nothing! just us.
It feels like his emotions are as big as the dream sea itself, but they haven't quite settled into place yet, he doesn't quite remember. And so instead, he tries to focus on the important part, for the moment. He reaches out, not quite realizing that it isn't with hands, that he's just a ball of feelings and memories and power all raw and undone, and he reaches out with tendrils of himself.]
I found you.
[He's not quite sure if he says it with words or thoughts or just the raw feeling of it: the heartbreak and ruin of loss, the joy and relief of knowing he was here, he was alive, that he had him again. There's a whisper among the pieces that he's still working to reassemble that asks if he deserves to, and he feels shame and guilt bubble inside of him.]
...Kavinsky.
[He doesn't deserve it. But he reaches out anyway. He wants to twine him into himself, this-- this boy, a boy like he had been. Sharp and too skinny, pale skin, raven hair, and so so gorgeous. It had been crushing and euphoric, and he'd thrown it away. Now, he just wants to hold him, hold onto him. He'd thought he was human. But then, he'd told himself he was human too, back then. The wave of all his feelings starts to crash into him, and Ronan isn't sure if he's going to drown or combust.]