[Kavinsky was not in a good mood. His mood was so sour, in fact, that he hadn't even mustered up the energy to leave the dreaming field yet. Just a little while ago, things had been good, hadn't they? He'd had Ronan. He'd had everything. It hadn't even been like he'd wanted to turn Ronan against Gansey, he'd just wanted to feel like he mattered to him, too. He'd wanted to feel important to Ronan, for Ronan to choose him. Instead, Ronan had tossed him aside the moment he wasn't useful anymore.
He'd always figured that Ronan would take a newly dreamed Pig back to Gansey, but he'd thought-- He'd thought Ronan would come back to him, too. It was all he'd wanted and it didn't feel like it'd been much to ask for. Ronan wasn't that much different than him, really, and yet...
He turned his head to the side when he heard his name, a familiar voice that broke the silence hanging over the field. He didn't know how he felt about Dimitri being here--here, of all places. Despite knowing that Dimitri was looking for him, Kavinsky didn't budge from where he sat in the passenger seat of one of the Mitsubishis, window rolled down and pale arm hanging out.
He felt dead inside but this shit was far from over. He'd get Ronan, one way or another. He just had to figure out how. Unfortunately, his brain was running on empty, chasing itself in circles going over and over again how Ronan had left him.
Drumming his fingers on the outside of the car door, he sighed, then heaved himself over enough to lean out the window, squinting despite his sunglasses.]
What. [He said slowly, loud enough to be heard even though the other boy was still a few rows of cars away.] The fuck. Are you doing here?
[He wanted a smoke. He wished he was high. Anything to dull the pain. But both of those things required getting out of this car and going to his other car and that felt like far too much effort right now.]
Here to put me out of my misery?
[He was going for joking but his tone fell short and there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.]
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He'd always figured that Ronan would take a newly dreamed Pig back to Gansey, but he'd thought-- He'd thought Ronan would come back to him, too. It was all he'd wanted and it didn't feel like it'd been much to ask for. Ronan wasn't that much different than him, really, and yet...
He turned his head to the side when he heard his name, a familiar voice that broke the silence hanging over the field. He didn't know how he felt about Dimitri being here--here, of all places. Despite knowing that Dimitri was looking for him, Kavinsky didn't budge from where he sat in the passenger seat of one of the Mitsubishis, window rolled down and pale arm hanging out.
He felt dead inside but this shit was far from over. He'd get Ronan, one way or another. He just had to figure out how. Unfortunately, his brain was running on empty, chasing itself in circles going over and over again how Ronan had left him.
Drumming his fingers on the outside of the car door, he sighed, then heaved himself over enough to lean out the window, squinting despite his sunglasses.]
What. [He said slowly, loud enough to be heard even though the other boy was still a few rows of cars away.] The fuck. Are you doing here?
[He wanted a smoke. He wished he was high. Anything to dull the pain. But both of those things required getting out of this car and going to his other car and that felt like far too much effort right now.]
Here to put me out of my misery?
[He was going for joking but his tone fell short and there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.]