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[Whatever he'd been expecting Ronan to say, this wasn't it. Kavinsky went very still. The gears in his brain turned slowly and then faster as he tried to understand what the fuck Ronan was talking about.

He wanted to pull away. He wanted to punch him. He wanted- he wanted everything to stop feeling like it was spinning. Did Ronan really want him? Was this really Ronan in front of him? Did it matter? Proko was a dream but real- he'd always been real to Kavinsky. But there was a part of him that couldn't help but be a little heartbroken.]

You want me. He doesn't.

[Was that what he was understanding here? If there were two Ronans- was one of them more real than the other? Did it matter? Was it enough to Kavinsky? It wasn't like he'd never thought about dreaming his own Ronan. Would he have done it if he would have been able to get it right?

He felt...he didn't know. Not just heartbroken but broken. Probably, it wasn't Ronan's fault. Probably, Kavinsky had been on his way to breaking for a very long time.

He took a breath. Then another. And- he leaned his forehead against Ronan's shoulder. He shuddered with his next breath.]

I don't know-

[What should he do? What did he want to do? He wanted to be wrapped up in Ronan's arms. He wanted none of this to have gotten this bad.]

[Kavinsky leans his head on his shoulder, and Ronan doesn't pull away from him. He lets his other hand slide up his back in what's clearly intended to be comfort. But it's also affection, because he loves this boy. He's loved him since the first race, the first party, the first bonfire where he could feel how much he burned. there's also the warmth of desire in his fingertips, even if he isn't acting on it, trying to keep it as quiet as he can.

But Ronan has never been good at keeping his own secrets, and neither are his dreams.]

You don't have to know. I know this is fucked.

[He doesn't push him, or he tries anyway. He doesn't push him away, but he also doesn't gather him in his arms, even if he's tempted to. He doesn't ask if he can kiss him, but god he wants to. He wants to believe that he can twist this world into something where he's enough. Where Kavinsky can be hurt without dying from it.]

I couldn't help it. I wanted to try and make a better ending.

[He likes the fire, and there's a thrill at the chaos, but losing Kavinsky.. it would never be worth it. And it wasn't like things had ended well for Ronan, or for the world, either. So fixing things-- it could only make things better. He thought that he was more important than he knew.]

[It was so fucked. But- the important part- the part he wanted to cling to- was that someone wanted him. Even now, when he was on the cusp of destruction, when he was lashing out at everyone around him and making things a horrible mess.

He didn't know what Ronan was talking about- a better ending- but he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to know. Looping his arm around Ronan, he clutched the back of his shirt, holding on like he might disappear.]

All I ever wanted was to be a part of your life.

[A part of Ronan's life. Even whatever version of Ronan he was leaning on right now.]

If it's not too late-

[It wasn't. It clearly wasn't when Ronan was here, telling him he wanted him. Kavinsky still had a chance.]

I want you, too.

[Ronan's voice hitches as the other boy's fingers clutch at the back of his shirt, gripping onto him tight, and his heartbeat skips in his chest, feels like it thuds against his ribcage. Kavinsky feels warm and alive and vibrant in his hands and he just wants to keep this for however long he can. What a fucking mess this was. If only he could have been better, or Ronan could have been better now instead of when it was all too late--]

I want you in my life, K.

[It's not an easy thing to say, but it is true. Truer than Kavinsky knows, even. Because he wants him, but he also wants the thing that goes along with it. The part where he has a life to call his own, where he gets to be more than Alice's looking glass reflection. He was a dreamer, but has he ever dreamt something for his own benefit? So maybe telling Kavinsky the truth isn't just about the fact that kissing him wouldn't seem right. Maybe it's also the fact that it's the only way for him to be something more.

He laughs softly- not at K but just because the whole situation is a mess. Maybe more of a mess than K knows. He smiles at him, and it isn't quite so sad. There's a fire in him, and he burns like Ronan does, it's just not as guarded, so there's more shine. He lets his fingers against his back trail up so that he can curl them at the back of his neck, touching softly, their hands clasped as Ronan holds onto him like he's afraid of losing him, too.]

Never too late.

[He hesitates a moment, awkward and a little unsure, before he pushes it away and leans in so their foreheads touch. He can't help himself, even if he wants to. He wants to give him space or hold onto him, or whatever he needs, but he also.. his eyes are dark and they glint with the faint light through the trees. He's lovely and he wants him, and no one has ever wanted him before.]

Can I--

[He doesn't finish the question. Not with words, anyway. It's sudden and impulsive, but he's helpless and he just can't resist the desire. Kavinsky said he wanted him, and he didn't know any way to say it better. So he kisses him.

It is Ronan's first kiss.

He knows what kisses are of course, knows what they're supposed to be like, what makes them good. Because their edges bleed, and they are one another, and Ronan has kissed Adam many, many times. But it was different, somehow impossibly different, to kiss a boy because he wanted him instead of just feeling what someone else wanted. Not quite knowing if this was okay, if the timing was right, if Kavinsky was going to kiss him back.

Where all he could do was want, and hope. But he supposed that was life.]

[He felt- there was both hope and misery in his chest. Settled in the pit of his stomach. He'd been prepared to end it all, to face his doom, and now- It had felt so easy. There would be no more fighting, no more struggling, no more misery. Just...peace. This was harder. This was the hard choice but how was he supposed to turn it down? Ronan wanted him and Kavinsky never wanted to let go of him. This was his last chance, probably. There wouldn't be any more after this. It wasn't just a stupid party with a stupid kidnapped brother and a stupid almost dragon. The only thing stupid about it, maybe, would have been throwing everything away because of a boy.

But he could live for that same boy. He was worth it. He was enough- more than enough. He was the fucking stars in the night sky and all of the romantic bullshit things Kavinsky probably wouldn't ever say.

So when Ronan asked can I, the answer was, without a doubt, absolutely yes. It was either Kavinsky's heart or stomach that lurched, but not in a bad way. It was in a way that made him hold on tighter to Ronan as he kissed him back.

He was crying but he wouldn't acknowledge it. The tears were silent and hot on his cheeks. They were unwanted, almost involuntary, but he could only build a dam so strong before it broke.]

What do I have to do to keep you?

[Because he wanted to. He was selfish and possessive and wanted someone who wanted him back.]

--Oh.

[Ronan was breathless and a little flushed along his cheekbones as they parted. But Kavinsky had kissed him back. He clung to the other boy softly, fingers curled against the back of his neck, holding onto him because he didn't want to let go. He didn't think that he wanted the world if it didn't involve the boy in his arms. He was heated and his heart was racing, and it was a belated realization that he hadn't really known what it was like to kiss someone at all, even if he'd thought that he did.

He cups Kavinsky's face in his hands- fingers catching his tears without either of them having to acknowledge that's what he's doing. He wants to say something, to make it better, but he doesn't know the right words. Maybe there aren't any. Maybe sometimes you hurt and all you can do is walk through it. But he's not alone for it, at least. So Ronan kisses him again, softer this time, light as a ghost or butterfly wings. Just a quiet reminder of warmth, of affection, trying to say that he's precious and wanted in the way he touches him, at least.

But Kavinsky asks a question, and that's easy. Or, easi-er at least. He pulls back a little, looking into his eyes, his body curling in toward Kavinsky. Want as sure as his heartbeat.]

Just- live. And help me figure out what the fuck that means. Together.

[He squeezes his hand softly, shrugging his shoulders like he's not asking to change the world.

But then he's always been a thief; everything he was felt stolen.]

[Ronan acknowledging his tears without actually saying anything about them did something to Kavinsky. It was a quiet sort of comfort, a feeling like maybe he was safe to feel these things and express them, at least in this moment. He'd never been very good at letting himself feel these kinds of things. They were frightening emotions, things that made him feel weak or not good enough. But Ronan- right here, right now, he made him feel like enough.

He took a slightly shaky deep breath.]

Okay.

[He could do that. He could live. He could keep facing the days as they came and maybe, eventually, things would get better. With Ronan at his side, things wouldn't be so hard, maybe.

He'd do anything for Ronan.]

I- we can do it.

[It felt like there wasn't anything a pair of dreamers couldn't do if they put their heads together. They could be kings. Together.

Foolishly, he almost thanked Ronan. He felt grateful. Because- he didn't know, exactly. Ronan was giving him a chance, he wanted him, but after all the shit they'd both put each other through, was there any point to saying 'thank you'? He swallowed the emotion down with a sniffle. Stood up a little straighter.]

[Emotions were frightening things, for sure. But were they any more terrifying than dreams? He is glad at the way that Kavinsky doesn't flinch when he catches his tears. The way that he takes a deep breath, shaky and flushed and Ronan smiles at him, his blue eyes glimmering as he looks at the other boy. He knows that the idea of life has to be fairly scary- he knows that it is for him anyway. But he wants it. He wants to figure it out.]

Yeah. We can.

[There was so much that he wanted to learn with him, so much that he wanted to teach Kavinsky. What couldn't they accomplish together? Just a small thing, this was. Just changing the world, changing the past to shift the future. And Ronan tosses his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to playfully nip teeth against his ear as he leans in to whisper-]

Now get out of here before things get worse, and come find me for real. It's some place to start, right?

[He presses a kiss to the point of his pulse, a slight flick of his tongue as he pulls away, but holds onto his hand.]

Do you know where to look?

[He drew in another shaky deep breath as Ronan nipped his ear, equal parts still a wreck and turned on. It didn't take much sometimes, especially not when it was his dream boy. He closed his eyes, let himself have a moment to try and put his thoughts in order. Everything was still a mess but- he owed a lot to this Ronan, already, though he wouldn't say as much.

Honestly, it took a lot for him to not make some sort of lewd joke inspired by the kiss to his neck, the kind he'd crack when he was feeling better. Ronan should be impressed; Kavinsky should get a medal.

But at the question, he hesitated, then shook his head.]

I don't.

[He didn't have the faintest clue. He figured though, that Ronan was going to tell him. This wasn't a time for games and he didn't think there was going to be one.]

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