[Here he'd just been making a joke about kings and prince consorts and now instead he was imagining Ronan in silks and jewels. Somehow, it wasn't where he expected the conversation to go.]
[Sometimes Ronan's mind was the one that was in the gutter. He'd say it was a side effect of being around Kavinsky, but that wasn't entirely true. Ronan was more than capable of being filthy all on his own.]
why, you like that idea? now I'm curious.
[Ronan had been the one to mention it, but he hadn't expected Kavinsky to threaten to run with it quite so readily.]
[It was honestly almost stunning the regularity with which Ronan would find himself accidentally turned on by something by the sheer fact that Kavinsky knew just how to make things sound appealing. Or maybe things were appealing just because he was the one saying them.] fuck as long as you dont expect me to go anywhere other than the bedroom sure
and its topaz fyi come in all sorts of colors but golden is the usual
[Ronan knows that it's starting to sound suspiciously like an invitation, but there's something about the way that Kavinsky makes it sound. And it makes it twist from a joke to a thrill, an ache that runs up his spine. K always gets to him, always.]
[They sure were talking about this like a thing that was actually happening, weren't they? Maybe they didn't spoil each other in quite the same way, but Ronan was always weak when it came to giving the other boy something he seemed interested in, even if it was something that Ronan would never have given serious thought to otherwise.] yeah but you're right that sounds nice
[He wasn't into humiliating people or shit like that--not unless they deserved it. But not in ways like this--this was different.
He was already putting serious thought into this, the kind of pattern he'd put on the silk, what kind of shirt or vest he'd pair it with--or maybe Ronan could be shirtless.]
it's the kind of idea I'll keep in mind
[Maybe dream it up sometime soon or see what kind of clothes the gems could offer and tuck it away for a rainy day.]
I know. if you were I wouldn't trust you like I do.
[But it was just- it was easier to be flippant about it than to admit that he knew that Kavinsky wouldn't push him in directions that he wasn't comfortable with. He could tell that the other boy was serious about this, though. But that was sort of charming in its own way, too- giving Kavinsky space to surprise him if he wanted.]
[It meant a lot to him that Ronan trusted him. Trust was important in any relationship, friendly or romantic. It wasn't just the building blocks, it was the glue.]
I don't say this often but you're sweet
[And he was, maybe, having a moment where he was thinking about how perfect and wonderful Ronan was.]
[When he'd come back to Noctium he'd been-- not hopeless, but alone, and like no one would understand what he wanted. He'd felt like no one else would care what he needed from the world. That to Declan, even to Adam, it was okay if Dreamers, if Ronan just kept dying. And now they were.. he didn't need them to always agree, but he trusted Kavinsky to at least try and understand him, to care about what he needed.
Sometimes he loved Kavinsky so much he didn't know how to express it.]
[There's a pause, while Ronan debates how to answer that. It's flippant in a way that hurts, in a way that makes him wish that he could have punched Kavinsky's father like he had Adam's. He wishes that he could have saved him, from the things that hurt him, and from the flames that killed him.]
fuck
but I'm glad that he's dead
[He was glad that he couldn't hurt K anymore. But also- he wished that he hadn't been hurt in the first place. Even if it meant he hadn't been there with his parties and races to save a wreck like Ronan. He hated that someone had looked at Kavinsky and tried to ruin all the soft parts of him.]
[Kavinsky had done everything in his power to make sure his father couldn't hurt him anymore. Murder might have been frowned upon, but it felt like it'd been self-defense to him.]
now that I've ruined the mood we should go out to dinner
[Ronan was rather of the opinion that it was self-defense too, honestly. But that felt like a strange thing to say- not quite sure if it would seem too much like implying he was a victim.]
man you didn't ruin the mood I care about you okay? about what you feel and your father was a piece of shit and i love you.
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don't tempt me
I could make it happen
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why, you like that idea?
now I'm curious.
[Ronan had been the one to mention it, but he hadn't expected Kavinsky to threaten to run with it quite so readily.]
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you'd look good in harem pants
is that what they're called?
but with slits down the sides
[Because of course slits. Things Ronan wouldn't wear out of the house but that didn't matter.]
bet I could work your birthstone into it
the whole design not the pants
maybe the pants too
not that I know what it is
but
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fuck
as long as you dont expect me to go anywhere other than the bedroom
sure
and its topaz
fyi
come in all sorts of colors
but golden is the usual
[Ronan knows that it's starting to sound suspiciously like an invitation, but there's something about the way that Kavinsky makes it sound. And it makes it twist from a joke to a thrill, an ache that runs up his spine. K always gets to him, always.]
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I'm not going to parade you around like that in public
[Oops, he hadn't meant to make this whole thing sound like something he was definitely going to do, but that was the way he worded it anyway.]
nerd
topaz is good though
gold jewels and black silk
that'd be a good combination
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id probably punch you
no offense
[They sure were talking about this like a thing that was actually happening, weren't they? Maybe they didn't spoil each other in quite the same way, but Ronan was always weak when it came to giving the other boy something he seemed interested in, even if it was something that Ronan would never have given serious thought to otherwise.]
yeah
but you're right
that sounds nice
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I'm not that much of an asshole tho
[He wasn't into humiliating people or shit like that--not unless they deserved it. But not in ways like this--this was different.
He was already putting serious thought into this, the kind of pattern he'd put on the silk, what kind of shirt or vest he'd pair it with--or maybe Ronan could be shirtless.]
it's the kind of idea I'll keep in mind
[Maybe dream it up sometime soon or see what kind of clothes the gems could offer and tuck it away for a rainy day.]
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if you were I wouldn't trust you like I do.
[But it was just- it was easier to be flippant about it than to admit that he knew that Kavinsky wouldn't push him in directions that he wasn't comfortable with. He could tell that the other boy was serious about this, though. But that was sort of charming in its own way, too- giving Kavinsky space to surprise him if he wanted.]
okay
I don't mind
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I don't say this often but
you're sweet
[And he was, maybe, having a moment where he was thinking about how perfect and wonderful Ronan was.]
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but
you are too
[When he'd come back to Noctium he'd been-- not hopeless, but alone, and like no one would understand what he wanted. He'd felt like no one else would care what he needed from the world. That to Declan, even to Adam, it was okay if Dreamers, if Ronan just kept dying. And now they were.. he didn't need them to always agree, but he trusted Kavinsky to at least try and understand him, to care about what he needed.
Sometimes he loved Kavinsky so much he didn't know how to express it.]
cw: mentions of abuse
guess there are some things even dad couldn't beat out of me
[He felt like he'd been sweeter as a kid, but the memories were distant and hazy so he couldn't say so with 100% surety.]
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fuck
but I'm glad that he's dead
[He was glad that he couldn't hurt K anymore. But also- he wished that he hadn't been hurt in the first place. Even if it meant he hadn't been there with his parties and races to save a wreck like Ronan. He hated that someone had looked at Kavinsky and tried to ruin all the soft parts of him.]
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me too
[Kavinsky had done everything in his power to make sure his father couldn't hurt him anymore. Murder might have been frowned upon, but it felt like it'd been self-defense to him.]
now that I've ruined the mood
we should go out to dinner
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man you didn't ruin the mood
I care about you okay?
about what you feel
and your father was a piece of shit
and i love you.
but yeah dinner would be nice
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thanks
what do you feel like having?
I'll pick you up when I get to the house