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[burnyoudown]

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[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.]

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[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?

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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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]