Dream and a dreamer. He twists time- a circle he can shift in his fingers when he's on the ley line. He keeps secrets from himself, brothers and forests, notes written in berries and blood. Lies and half-truths; but mostly to himself. Dreams aren't built on things that are true until he makes them that way, anyway.
One awake and one dreaming, dream and the dreamer. When Ronan begs for a copy of himself with filth in his hands, Cabeswater already knows the shape of his body. It gives it to him like it already knows how; like its dreamt him before. Because Ronan is not just one thing. A raven for the one that wakes, a girl with hooves for the dream.
The ley line was jagged and uneven that night, but it's not hard to twist it carefully until he finds just the right breath. This feels risky, but Ronan's always been reckless. This is bigger than the ways he's changed things before. But more than that, it feels worth it. He's not trying to change the world, really- he just wants to steal a boy. Take something for himself, this once.
It's before the dragon. Before the terrified boy meets Kavinsky in the dream and says everything wrong.
It's a moment where he thinks he might have a chance to change the way the story goes. He doesn't know if it'll work, doesn't know if he's enough. But he's here anyway, stretching a heartbeat of a moment into a world, just for Kavinsky. The forest stops tearing at the dreamer, a low murmur in the leaves and branches as Cabeswater gives him what he needs- Ronan is is a King here.
He smiles at him a little sadly, something different in how he holds himself from the boy K left back on the racetrack, scrambling for those green pills: he loves him.]
forth of july, but weird;
Dream and a dreamer. He twists time- a circle he can shift in his fingers when he's on the ley line. He keeps secrets from himself, brothers and forests, notes written in berries and blood. Lies and half-truths; but mostly to himself. Dreams aren't built on things that are true until he makes them that way, anyway.
One awake and one dreaming, dream and the dreamer. When Ronan begs for a copy of himself with filth in his hands, Cabeswater already knows the shape of his body. It gives it to him like it already knows how; like its dreamt him before. Because Ronan is not just one thing. A raven for the one that wakes, a girl with hooves for the dream.
The ley line was jagged and uneven that night, but it's not hard to twist it carefully until he finds just the right breath. This feels risky, but Ronan's always been reckless. This is bigger than the ways he's changed things before. But more than that, it feels worth it. He's not trying to change the world, really- he just wants to steal a boy. Take something for himself, this once.
It's before the dragon. Before the terrified boy meets Kavinsky in the dream and says everything wrong.
It's a moment where he thinks he might have a chance to change the way the story goes. He doesn't know if it'll work, doesn't know if he's enough. But he's here anyway, stretching a heartbeat of a moment into a world, just for Kavinsky. The forest stops tearing at the dreamer, a low murmur in the leaves and branches as Cabeswater gives him what he needs- Ronan is is a King here.
He smiles at him a little sadly, something different in how he holds himself from the boy K left back on the racetrack, scrambling for those green pills: he loves him.]
You know how this is going to end, don't you?