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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky wasn't expecting the Barns. He didn't know what, exactly, he had been expecting. Maybe something like Monmouth. Something more industrial. This was...homely, comfortable. Suddenly, he felt a little better about the surprise he'd brought with him; it'd fit in just fine here.

He looked pained at the mere suggestion that he'd driven under the speed limit, though.]

Does that sound like something I'd do?

[He took the beer all the same though, circling around to the passenger side and popping open the door. From the seat, he picked up a small rose bush. It looked mostly normal, except the roses themselves were as black as night. There was one or two in bloom and the others were furled buds. It had thorns, of course; they were large and noticeable. The whole thing looked like it'd been dumped in a pot and then had more dirt packed around it, like either it'd been dug up or hadn't been in the ground to start with. It was healthy though; Kavinsky was sure of it.]

You like plants, right?

[Potted rose in one hand and beer in the other, he nudged the car door closed with his hip.]

[threesecrets]

[Ronan laughs it off as Kavinsky looks pained at the easy ribbing about how slow he may or may not have been driving. Mostly it was just because otherwise he sounded too needy, like he wanted the other boy more than he knew how to put into words, even if he was getting better. Learning to let his walls down a little and let Kavinsky and his boys in.

He wasn't expecting the roses, though, and that catches him a little off-guard. Affects him a little bit as he can tell that they're something more than real -- they're black as night, and blooming against green leaves, with obvious thorns. It looked like a real rosebush, not like something dyed or engineered, but like they bloomed like that. And he knew how Kavinsky had done it, of course, but it was still... It was for him, and it caught his breath in his throat for a moment, and he shook his head a little bit wryly at the question.]

Fuck, K. Yeah, yeah I do. C'mon- bring it in the house and I'll find a place for it. I'm sure Swan and Skov can find a way to entertain themselves for a while.

[There's a vaguely suggestive curl of his voice that says that he has an idea of just how they might manage that, but not like he particularly objects. It's just a rosebush, but at the same time, it's more than that. It's something that says Kavinsky sees more of Ronan than he thought he allowed for. He leans in close for a moment, almost like an embrace but not quite- tugging against his shirt with a soft sort of urging.]

[burnyoudown]

Great.

[Because he didn't know what the hell else he would've done with this rose bush. He handled it gingerly, bandaids on a few of his fingers saying he'd learned the hard way how sharp the thorns were. Potting it had been a little bit of a fight, but maybe that just made it all the more perfect for Ronan.

He glanced in the direction of the distant fire, snorting in amusement.]

Give them any sort of time to themselves and they'll find entertainment.

[Or even with an audience. He knew Skov might have had shame at one point but didn't anymore. Besides, this place was kind of...romantic.

His hands were occupied, carefully balancing the rose in one and holding the beer in the other, but that didn't stop him from leaning in quick to kiss Ronan on the cheek. Because he could and he didn't think Ronan was going to object.]

[threesecrets]

[Ronan wasn't blind to the parallel, to the fact that he had thorns too, that he tended to bite as well, when Kavinsky wasn't careful. He loved the flowers anyway, though. More than himself, it reminded him of the other dreamer, of the fact that he cared enough, thought of Ronan like this to dream them for him.]

Well, I guess they can have that for a little while, anyway.

[He grins, a little bit wicked at Kavinsky's teasing about his friends. He hums softly as the other boy leans in and kisses him on the cheek, a soft affection about him for a moment that he doesn't give to most people. He pauses for just a moment, almost wants to stop and kiss him properly- but he doesn't want to risk what might happen to the rose blooms.

So he leads Kavinsky into the house, a crooked sort of smile as he opens the door and steps inside. It's clearly the place where Ronan grew up, but it also clearly is the house of a dreamer. It's luxury but with a worn sort of comfort to it, the sort of place to grow up with brothers and a dreamt fairy-bride mother. Ronan didn't know how to bare his heart in words, but as far as gestures went, this was pretty close.]

My room is just down the hall.

[There was a weight to this place, somehow-- that even empty of his parents and brothers, there was something about the Barns that was like another piece of his childhood. They did not talk about the dreams, and yet they were hidden in plain sight; so ubiquitous that Ronan hadn't known the difference. Or maybe it was just that he'd always been a bit oblivious.]

[burnyoudown]

[They would have plenty of time to kiss; Kavinsky was sure of it. Either here or later at his party. For now, he was content to follow Ronan into the house, sipping his beer as they went. Ronan's house was the kind of place that made you feel bad about wearing your shoes inside. Not because it was particularly spotless or anything, but because it had that barefoot-mornings kind of feel to it.

It was homier than any place Kavinsky had ever lived. He felt envious, maybe a little jealous, but he didn't say a word about it. He just kept his shoes on and followed Ronan.

It was just the two of them inside and his hands were full, but he'd never wanted to hug Ronan more.]

What was it like? Growing up here?

[threesecrets]

It was...

[It was a harder question to answer than Ronan had really anticipated, so he's quiet for a moment as he leads the way into his bedroom. There's a plant in the window, although it's more pedestrian. At first glance, at least- until you notice that instead of flowers it offers chocolate-covered peanuts. Also dreamt, of course. If anything it just speaks to how well Kavinsky's black rosebush fits him.]

Growing up here, this was a place-- I didn't think I needed anything else.

[He takes the rosebush from Kavinsky, moving his plant with its chocolate peanuts to his desk, next to a model car, so he could put it by the window. He stroked a finger carefully against one of the blooms, still taken with the gift as he turns to look at Kavinsky. His blue eyes warmer than usual, tinged with affection as he looks at the other boy.

He crosses to him so he can lean in, not quite kissing him but promising it in the air between them. The way the distance between them is almost magnetic. But instead he brushes fingertips against his jaw, letting his fingers linger.]

I was wrong, though.

[burnyoudown]

[If anything, he was amused by the sight of the plant and its chocolate-covered peanuts. He wondered how many other things were dreamt, as he looked around Ronan's bedroom. It felt intimate being here, but not in a sexual sort of way, more like-- like a vulnerability. It was exactly the opposite of Kavinsky inviting anyone into his home.

Glad to have a free hand when Ronan took the rosebush, Kavinsky combed his fingers through his hair, looking around again. Quickly, his attention returned to the other boy, and he swore he was going to kiss him. But he didn't. They were close enough that Kavinsky could have taken the kiss himself, but he paused.]

You're lucky. I've never felt that way about any place I've grown up in.

[threesecrets]

[There was so much of the Barns that was a dream. Sometimes Ronan wondered if the buildings themselves had been sprung from his father's head. They probably had. There was something about having Kavinsky here, about having the other boys here.

He ghosts a kiss against his mouth with a low sigh and a touch of a smile.]

I know. And that's fucked. But.. this is a place for dreams and dreamers.

[He wasn't asking him to move in; wouldn't take him away from his kingdom, from his parties to live out in the fields and trees. Couldn't take him away from the rest of his pack. But he couldn't look at him and not feel like Kavinsky belonged here, or could- if he wanted to. A place where they could dream, where they could fill the barns and fields with wonders.

Although he felt sort of like the way Kavinsky made him feel was a wonder all its own.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky chased Ronan's mouth, giving him a proper kiss before making a thoughtful noise.]

Does that mean I'm welcome here?

[He didn't mean just today, because of course he was welcome right now, but. If he wanted to visit in the future, if he wanted to spend time here... Just the idea made him feel- not quite nostalgic, because that would imply he'd been in a place that felt like home before, but more like belonging. If this was a place for dreams and dreamers, if Ronan made him welcome...then maybe he did belong here.]

What if I want to surprise you some time, just show up?

[Or spend the night, maybe. That sounded nice, too.]