[The boy in question is probably in his late teens, and he's topless, just in black jeans and a pair of leather boots. The jeans are slim cut and sit just above the crest of his hips, Baz can probably tell that despite the slightly scuffed nature of what he wears, it's all expensive. He holds himself rather carelessly, sharp blue eyes looking him over like he doesn't know what to make of him. The truth is more that Ronan's a little shaken, both because he's gorgeous, and because he found him here in Lindenmere, and he doesn't know who he is.
He doesn't look like a threat, though. And Lindenmere doesn't seem to think that he's a threat. So his body language is cautious, not threatening. Mostly, he's curious. Helplessly interested, even if he tries to hold himself with an edge of studied disinterest.
At the first, he almost wondered if it's something he dreamed, an errant wish for a beautiful boy that wanted him. He'd almost had that, for a couple days. But then Gansey died- and he's not dead now, but Ronan still watched him die, touched his corpse. So he's been a ball of emotions that he doesn't known how to talk about or deal with, and there's nowhere for them to go. They still talk, they're still friends, but- there'd been the idea that they could be something more, that night on his birthday. They probably still could be, if Ronan knew how to fucking talk about it, but he doesn't- it's easier to pretend that it never was.
So Adam reaches out, and Ronan doesn't know how to meet him halfway. But he always knew- it's not surprising that he fucked things up. He just.. he'd wanted to try anyway. Adam left for Harvard, and they've talked a couple times, but never about the ghost between them. He seems happy; he has friends there already, and Ronan teased him about about being popular now.
He wont wait for him.
Ronan- the best part of him knows he shouldn't. The worst part of him wishes he would. But that's just because he's lonely, alone, prone to anxiety and jealousy. Gansey and Blue are off on their gap year, so all he has is when he drives up to DC to see his brothers. The Barns and its memories. His dreams. So he dreamed himself this, instead. Not Cabeswater, but something like it. More dangerous, more wild -- more like Ronan.
He laughs a little at the question- what the fuck sort of an introduction was that, anyway? But he shrugs his shoulders, muscles making his skin ripple with the curves and thorns of his tattoo.]
Nah. Not anymore.
[There's a pause, and he grins, lifting an eyebrow. If you knew him before senior year, he seemed a little bit hollow by comparison, but he's still a sharp thing. Not cruel, though. But he had been plotting, practicing. He'd wanted to get it right, before he realized that if he did he'd just doom this place to the came fate as Cabeswater. He wanted it to be dangerous enough to protect itself. To be able to survive knowing him.]
Baz!!!! :D
He doesn't look like a threat, though. And Lindenmere doesn't seem to think that he's a threat. So his body language is cautious, not threatening. Mostly, he's curious. Helplessly interested, even if he tries to hold himself with an edge of studied disinterest.
At the first, he almost wondered if it's something he dreamed, an errant wish for a beautiful boy that wanted him. He'd almost had that, for a couple days. But then Gansey died- and he's not dead now, but Ronan still watched him die, touched his corpse. So he's been a ball of emotions that he doesn't known how to talk about or deal with, and there's nowhere for them to go. They still talk, they're still friends, but- there'd been the idea that they could be something more, that night on his birthday. They probably still could be, if Ronan knew how to fucking talk about it, but he doesn't- it's easier to pretend that it never was.
So Adam reaches out, and Ronan doesn't know how to meet him halfway. But he always knew- it's not surprising that he fucked things up. He just.. he'd wanted to try anyway. Adam left for Harvard, and they've talked a couple times, but never about the ghost between them. He seems happy; he has friends there already, and Ronan teased him about about being popular now.
He wont wait for him.
Ronan- the best part of him knows he shouldn't. The worst part of him wishes he would. But that's just because he's lonely, alone, prone to anxiety and jealousy. Gansey and Blue are off on their gap year, so all he has is when he drives up to DC to see his brothers. The Barns and its memories. His dreams. So he dreamed himself this, instead. Not Cabeswater, but something like it. More dangerous, more wild -- more like Ronan.
He laughs a little at the question- what the fuck sort of an introduction was that, anyway? But he shrugs his shoulders, muscles making his skin ripple with the curves and thorns of his tattoo.]
Nah. Not anymore.
[There's a pause, and he grins, lifting an eyebrow. If you knew him before senior year, he seemed a little bit hollow by comparison, but he's still a sharp thing. Not cruel, though. But he had been plotting, practicing. He'd wanted to get it right, before he realized that if he did he'd just doom this place to the came fate as Cabeswater. He wanted it to be dangerous enough to protect itself. To be able to survive knowing him.]
How did you find this place?