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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[He was Ronan's in every sense of it. Ronan might not have personally laid down to sleep with the intention of bringing Kavinsky back, but he'd clearly wanted it and his forest had obliged. Kavinsky was his; he couldn't imagine being anyone else's.]

I want to see him. [Murmured between kisses, gentle but firm.] I have to know he's okay.

[It'd eat him alive if he didn't make sure Proko was okay now. He was his best friend; he couldn't just not see him or trust that he was alright.]

And then we can go home--to your home. And I'll stay.

[Of course, he would stay. He couldn't imagine where else he would go. He needed to be with Ronan right now. Needed the other dreamer like he needed to breathe. And- he wanted to keep him safe just as much as Ronan wanted to keep him safe. Together, they could be untouchable.]

[threesecrets]

I know. Of course you do.

[Ronan's voice was warm and soothing, trying to make sure that Kavinsky knew that it was okay, that Ronan didn't fault him for it. The greedy part of him wanted to just hold onto him, take their clothes off and touch until he could feel him in his skin. But he wanted to do it someplace more real than in Lindenmere, and as greedy as he was, he knew how important seeing Proko was for Kavinsky.

So he bottled up his desire- or did his best, at least- and instead smiled at him as he laced their fingers together, gently tugging Kavinsky with him as he walked through the trees. It wasn't that there was a specific exit in a place like this, but Ronan walked in a direction with purpose, letting Lindenmere know where he wanted to go, and eventually he'd find his way back to the rocky path that he'd taken to get there in the first place.

He couldn't help staring at Kavinsky for a long moment, holding his hand a little bit tighter. And then he let out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding when he was still here, still real, still Kavinsky.]

C'mon. My car isn't far.

[burnyoudown]

[He nodded, taking a breath, and then another. It mattered to him that Ronan didn't mind that he needed to see Prokopenko. Proko was his best friend- he was so important, important enough that Kavinsky had brought him back from death. Just like Ronan had done with him. If anyone would understand, Kavinsky knew it would be Ronan.

Kavinsky smiled in return, a little sad if only because he was worried about all of the what ifs. He'd have way less to be concerned about after he'd checked on Proko. Then, whatever troubles came at him, he knew he could face them with Ronan at his side. Brushing his thumb across the back of Ronan's hand, Kavinsky fell into step next to him, looking this way and that as they walked, though his gaze always returned to the boy next to him in the end. It wasn't that he'd never seen a forest before, but he knew this wasn't just a forest. It was special. Magical.

He should-]

Thank you.

[For caring about him even now, for wanting him, for bringing him back from the dead. For going to take him to see Proko. It all meant so much to him; he wasn't sure anyone had ever wanted him this much, before.]