Does it have to be art? Couldn't it be like, anything?
[He didn't know, but he thought it was maybe less about the object itself and more about what went into it. He couldn't imagine Ronan sitting down to paint or sketch, but he could see him doing something like metalwork or maybe glass blowing. It seemed like it would fit with who Ronan was.
He also thought that they might be more likely to be able to craft these sweetmetals because of what they were. But maybe it wasn't about the power itself, maybe it was something else.]
Uh-huh. [He agreed, following Ronan onto the bed and sitting astride his hips.] And then we can do whatever we want, without worrying about the world exploding. Together.
[He was thinking a little bit selfishly right now, but could anyone really blame him when he'd spent however long drifting in the dream sea, with no one to talk to and nothing to do? It was a wonder he hadn't lost his mind, really.
But still, if they fixed the world and made it a better place for dreamers and dreams, they would, in theory, have less to worry about and more time and energy to focus on the things that made them happy. Like each other.
Leaning down, he kissed Ronan, like he was never going to get tired of it, like he was trying to commit it to memory.]
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[He didn't know, but he thought it was maybe less about the object itself and more about what went into it. He couldn't imagine Ronan sitting down to paint or sketch, but he could see him doing something like metalwork or maybe glass blowing. It seemed like it would fit with who Ronan was.
He also thought that they might be more likely to be able to craft these sweetmetals because of what they were. But maybe it wasn't about the power itself, maybe it was something else.]
Uh-huh. [He agreed, following Ronan onto the bed and sitting astride his hips.] And then we can do whatever we want, without worrying about the world exploding. Together.
[He was thinking a little bit selfishly right now, but could anyone really blame him when he'd spent however long drifting in the dream sea, with no one to talk to and nothing to do? It was a wonder he hadn't lost his mind, really.
But still, if they fixed the world and made it a better place for dreamers and dreams, they would, in theory, have less to worry about and more time and energy to focus on the things that made them happy. Like each other.
Leaning down, he kissed Ronan, like he was never going to get tired of it, like he was trying to commit it to memory.]
I love you.