[Kavinsky was fire. He was hatred and anger and self-loathing. He was acid and venom and hurt. Ronan had rejected him. He'd left him standing in the dream field and he'd ghosted him and he hadn't responded about the Fourth of July until Kavinsky had taken matters into his own hands. K'd asked nicely. He'd left him a fucking car. He'd just wanted some of Ronan's time, to feel like he mattered. All right, so he'd wanted more than that, too. He'd wanted to be Ronan's boyfriend. But it felt like it was too late for that now. They were standing on the precipice. He just needed a moment to gather his thoughts, to put together what he wanted to dream to life.
And yet he hesitated. There was something about the way Ronan was looking at him. Kavinsky lifted his chin, dark eyes burning as he regarded the other dreamer.]
How this ends is on you.
[He jabbed a finger in Ronan's direction. Kavinsky wanted to give him another chance, to keep holding onto his last scrap of hope- but Ronan had made it pretty obvious how he felt.]
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And yet he hesitated. There was something about the way Ronan was looking at him. Kavinsky lifted his chin, dark eyes burning as he regarded the other dreamer.]
How this ends is on you.
[He jabbed a finger in Ronan's direction. Kavinsky wanted to give him another chance, to keep holding onto his last scrap of hope- but Ronan had made it pretty obvious how he felt.]
You made this ugly.