Open RP Post

[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[That was...sad. Ronan should have more people in his life who made him feel special. He was special, and not just because of what he was. Kavinsky'd always thought he was, even before he'd found out he was a dreamer.]

if I'm the only one I guess I've gotta work harder

[So that Ronan would, hopefully, feel special with him all the time. He deserved it.]

uh-huh
stick around and u'll be in gr8 shape

[threesecrets]

well can't say I mind when you spoil me

[Maybe it was sad.

Kavinsky was different from Gansey, made him feel-- he still didn't quite know how to put it into words. But he made his chest feel light, made him feel alive, almost electric. Special.

Sometimes he even felt that way just hanging out with the other boys, Jiang and Skov and Swan and even Proko. Not that he didn't want to help Gansey find his King, but it had never mattered to him the way it did the others. He didn't need the favor, didn't need anyone to prove to him that magic was real. He had wanted to find Glendower because Gansey wanted it, and there was something charming about following him. But Kavinsky was--

This was what Ronan needed.]

yeah?
well let me finish getting my stuff together and then you can prove it

and maybe I'll put on that show for you

[burnyoudown]

good
cause I like spoiling you

[It was his love language. He might have been shitty about expressing himself with words sometimes, but giving people things? He could do that easily and expect nothing in return except affection.]

okay
I'll be waiting

[threesecrets]

I wont let you get too impatient

[And it doesn't take Ronan too long to finish getting his things together, although the drive from Singer Falls back to Henrietta feels like it takes forever this time, and his fingers are twitchy on the steering wheel. He brings Chainsaw, and her cage, because if he's planning to stay for a while he's not leaving her alone at the Barns, even if he knows she's smart enough to be okay.

She'd be bored though, and angry at him when he got back. And who knows what trouble she'd cause just to make sure he knew she was cross.

Thus, she comes with him. Even if he's a little horrified at the thought of her picking up Kavinsky's language. He'll just pray she's curious enough about the new surroundings to avoid any interest in his colorful phrases. He hasn't caught her attempting Gansey's excelsior or anything, so he might be lucky.

So he parks the BMW, and then he's knocking on the door with what's clearly an overnight bag, a raven on his shoulders, and her cage sitting on the front steps by his feet. His heart raced in his chest.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky wasted time around the house until Ronan was at the front door. At some point or another, he got bored but it was more or less entirely forgotten about as soon as he opened the door. Leaning against the doorframe, barefoot and dressed in old, slightly ratty clothes, he grinned.]

Hey, good looking.

[Opening the door wider, he stepped to the side to make room. He almost asked if Ronan needed help with anything, but it didn't look like he had much and he did have two hands.]