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[burnyoudown]

[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.]

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--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.]

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[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.]

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[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?

[burnyoudown]

[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.]