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vexedtonightmaare·:

Ronan’s whole life blurred the lines between dream and reality, but Adam? Adam was always the realest thing he’d ever known. He burned with his realness, not the same way that Ronan burned, but just as alive and vital in his way. If it had bordered on worship before they were together, it was so much more now. There was no real life for him without Adam, not really. It wasn’t even a choice.

He didn’t want him to have to hide from him either, not even when Adam’s feelings might hurt him. It was always honesty with Ronan, even when the truth was painful, even when lies would be kinder. They weren’t though, in the end. He needed to know Adam felt that way so he could do something about it, even if the something was imperfect and would take practice to get right. He could try for him, for them.

Ronan wouldn’t know what to do with sweetness if he had it. It was a language he’d never fully understood. There was something desperate and sharp-edged about that kiss, his hands sliding into his hair, lips hungry on his. Every time he thought they’d left those two starving Henrietta boys behind, there they were again. The need for him never lessened, to think about him in his office during the day, that slight frown of concentration between his pale brows, or to reach for him in the middle of the night and know with absolute certainty he’d be there, or even the looks they passed between them that were a secret language of their own, perfectly understood. He was so sure of Adam. Why couldn’t he be that sure of himself?

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There was never a time that he felt any less than absolutely loved by Ronan, even with his caution. It was no fault of his, and Adam was the first one to recognize how deep the way you were raised really ran. They were growing together, learning and settling into this life that they had chosen. All he wanted was Ronan, them together, and them trying. At the end of the day, that was all that mattered. 

His breath caught at that kiss, how raw it really was and he softened against him. His returning kiss was no less hungry or desperate. Ronan was the best parts of his life and there was nothing he wouldn’t give him. They knew each other, more than anyone or anything else, and there was no one that he was more sure of. This man, jagged edges and soft heart with the core of a starving boy was everything he wanted for himself for forever. 

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hollowpillow·:

╰᯽╮truths of our own

Blue weren’t sure if this was a good call, but to be fair, that happened to be a recurring thing in their life. It was getting to the point where she thought that there were no such thing as a good call or a bad call, it was just doing what you needed to do. Maura always seemed to know that there was a path out there for them that Maura would rather they didn’t walk down, but like an unspoken truth, Blue had to walk it regardless. She’d seen it in her eyes when she left home. She saw it in the eyes of the strangers that claimed to know her. 

They were late on purpose, hands tucked into their pockets as they approached the standing stone, eyes locked on the person they knew to be Adam. Not by familiarity, but because it was hard to miss a name when someone acted as if they knew all of you, parts of you that you didn’t know yourself. 

Curiosity aside, there was no way Blue couldn’t meet Adam like this. She didn’t believe what the Raven Boys were telling her about her life, but the truths that Adam presented was just that - truths. They couldn’t ignore that, which mean that Blue had found themselves in a spiral of self-doubt, a quarter-life-crisis, a feeling of their life coming apart like the frayed seams of their jacket. 

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He had told Ronan about his conversation with Blue, knowing that he would understand the aching in his chest, shared it. He kept no secrets from him, and a part of his temper had snapped when they had tried to request it. He always wanted Blue to feel safe with any of them, but that was a concession he would never make. Letting her choose the place for them to meet had been a good middle ground, he felt.  His hands slid along the back of the top card in his pocket, soothing it and wishing it would help him understand. It didn’t matter how many readings he did, how many times he went to the rips, nothing about this made sense and the ache kept deepening. Blue mattered deeply, to all of them. Gansey even more. They were supposed to all remember, to do this stupid shit together.  As he neared them, he simply pulled that same card he had been worrying the back of out of his pocket, lifting it for her to see. One, not the whole deck, because it had been entrusted to him. The rest stayed in his pocket. “None of us are crazy, Blue.” 

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There was the slight curiosity still in him when it came to the mechanic husbands, a soft part of his heart wanting to know them. Even more, it was surprising that he hadn't been to the garage yet. Once, he had practically lived in one, his head under a hood, knuckles scraped, hands rough. He had wanted to distance himself from parts of his old life, but he couldn’t help but miss it in its way. 

Stepping into the garage, he tipped his head at the sight of the dark-haired one brushing a hand along the blonde’s shoulder as he stepped away. He watched quietly for a moment before stepping in entirely, clearing his throat lightly. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt.” He hated that there were times that cautious old habit rose up in him, that disbelief of belonging.  @onyourleftrogers​

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vexedtonightmaare​:

Ronan was the most real thing in his life, despite his gift and what he might think. He was an anchor to reality when he thought that the ley lines could swallow him whole if he let them. They had been with one another through some of the best and some of the worst of their lives, and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon or ever, really. 

He never wanted to hurt him, even accidentally. He knew who he was in love with and had become that way with him exactly as he was. Turning his head to look at him, his face carefully rearranged, when he felt the gentle brush of his thumb, his breath caught at the question there. That kiss ripped his chest open, a soft sound escaping him against his lips as he returned it.  Softness wasn’t anything he needed from Ronan, never had been. He gave his boyfriend the softness he had, the sweetness he had. There were days (most of them) he felt that it was only for him anyway. 

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vexedtonightmaare·:

tw: internalized homophobia, religious guilt, self-loathing

There had been time spent looking and being looked at when neither of them realized it, wanting that had quietly risen and filled the space between them. He knew the way Ronan looked at himself, wished he could soften it even some. The man he loved, the boy he’d fallen in love with, had a dreamer’s heart that he was allowed to use to bring things into the world. He was nothing short of spectacular to Adam, in every way. 

Knowing, so clearly, the difference between real and dreaming, he knew that was they were was so real it burned like its own fire. He’d said once that maybe Ronan had dreamed him, but he couldn’t help but think at times that it was the other way around. “Nice to put faces to the gossip,” he murmured softly, his eyes trailing after their backs in quiet wanting, wondering if that level of surety, of comfort, would ever be possible for the two of them. 

He knew that he brought the sharpest edges to their relationship, the most stubbornly painful responses to being pushed when he didn’t want to be. He blamed himself for a lot of things, but together, they were always better. 

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noahczxrny·:

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The Magician & The Ghost

Life continues to go on without him and he’s used to seeing it happen. He watched Whelk grow up and grow old. It was the same with his sisters and his parents. The living keep on living and the dead stay dead. Even before his untimely demise, Noah knew this to be true.

Still. Watching his friends grow old is strange to say the least. Especially since he didn’t get to see that happen. The last time he remembers seeing Adam he was still that lanky and worn looking teenager. He was still the kid who fought so hard against being anybody’s charity case. 

Now, there’s this grown up version of Adam that he doesn’t know. There’s still that resilience and stubbornness to him, but there’s also a calmness that didn’t exist in him before. Noah’s friends have grown and changed and he’s stayed exactly the same, and will forever stay exactly the same. It makes him feel envious, sad, and elated all at once. And it also makes him feel a little out of place in this new life of theirs. 

Although Adam and Ronan are fine with him roaming around their place, he doesn’t stick around too long in their home. This wasn’t like Monmouth Manufacturing. Sometimes he will follow Ronan to work (not that he tells him), but only on days when he needs the familiarity of his friend’s easy silence. Today, he decided to spend the day watching Adam Parrish sit in front of a desk. He doesn’t know whether or not Adam knows he’s here or not, but it doesn’t stop Noah from speaking up anyway after what feels like an hour or so of watching his grown up friend work.

“Do you still…” He starts, but can’t settle on the words. Does Adam still scry? Does he still try to be something he’s not? Does he still fight with every bone in his body to be better than the people he used to know? Did he miss Noah during all these years he’d been gone from their lives? Is his presence a burden on the Harvard graduate? Are you still Adam Parrish? “…Are you still a magician or is just numbers now?”

It was a strange thing these days, the life of Adam Parrish. It was so much of the life he had spent years scrabbling for, and nothing like it at all. Years of focus and attention spent on school, on a degree that would let him have more than he’d ever thought possible growing up. Years of adapting and trying to learn where he fit in a place that he didn’t fit at all. 

Somehow, somewhere along the way, he had settled more into his skin, become more Adam than he had ever been. And it had happened by letting Adam go. Cabeswater, their agreement, his place with it, it had all been something of a turning point but it had only solidified as he’d gotten older. He had always known that he was supposed to be more. His idea of more had simply been wrong before.  Now, as he sat looking over ledgers in Wales in a small, magical town, waiting to get off and spend the evening with his boyfriend and his nightmare, he felt more Adam than he had ever thought possible. Noah, inexplicably in their lives, in fucking Wales of all places, he knew flitted in and out. Hearing his voice only had him sitting back in his chair to look at him. 

The delicate planes of his face tipped as he studied his friend, the ever-present smudge on his cheek strangely grounding despite its morbidity. “I’m both, Noah,” he shrugged lightly. “One doesn’t negate the other.” 

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That look on Adam’s face killed him. That he trusted Ronan of all people to be close, that quiet peace in his expression that he almost never saw him with, and that it was possibly the least peaceful person they knew who was capable of putting it there. His heart tried to climb up his throat, and he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch anything that fragile. It wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t the whole truth either, since Adam Parrish was anything but fragile.

He dared himself to leave his hand in his hair even with people approaching. It was inattention that made it slip to his shoulder and then to Adam’s hand resting on his knee, his gaze fixed on the couple because they were obviously a couple. His heart lurched for a different reason, the sidewalk not feeling as solid under him as it had. It wasn’t like Ronan had never seen guys kiss in public. There was a lot of that on a college campus, even one as stuffy as Harvard. He couldn’t have explained why it was different, two grown men in a small town in Wales capable of being that soft with each other in public, or why it hit him so hard. Nobody would ever give them shit for it, looking like that. They wouldn’t dare.

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Peace looked different to every person, he knew. He had also thought he knew that peace wasn’t for him. What was peace to a creature that fought every day, even against himself, scratching and clawing his way to more than he should have? Then he had thought that maybe peace was an awkward, strange but cute girl. He’d been wrong. Ronan, though, had loved him through it. Every snap of his teeth, every half-cocked hair-brained idea that got him into trouble, he had been there. The fact that someone in the world existed who liked his sharp edges would never fail to amaze him. 

He was more invested in Ronan’s face than the couple, though he could admit they were striking and put a strange hope in his chest. Slowly, he flipped his hand to twine his fingers through his, thumb sliding along the inside of his wrist. His head repillowed on his shoulder, his heart tumbling all over again for Ronan, the way it so often did. There was softness there, carefully guarded and even more carefully doled out. He liked it that way, because he knew how much every bit of it given to him mattered. 

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vexedtonightmaare·:

Ronan didn’t mind looking like the asshole in the town group chat. He didn’t particularly need any help with that (thank you, Noah), but he didn’t care what they thought either. If people thought that about him, they were more likely to stay out of his way. He put a lot of work into looking like something that would cut you if you got too close, a poisonous snake patterned in bright, warning colors. You’d have no one to blame but yourself if it bit you.

He reached over, fingers sliding through Adam’s hair. He loved him, all the strangeness of him and the hidden edges and the deep well of care for the people he called his. Gansey had worried that he’d turned into something else when he bargained with the ley line, but Ronan knew better. Adam had always been this way. The line just made him more himself. “It can shut the hell up,” he said, mostly just to make him smile. Sometimes it needed to be reminded that hands and eyes didn’t mean mind or heart or life. It didn’t mean everything.

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Adam had always been willing to risk Ronan's edges and fangs, long before they'd become a couple. When it came to his boyfriend, he only had everything to gain by getting closer, and he had. There was a reason so few people chose to work with poisonous animals. Very few people in the world had the care and the stubbornness to do it, which made it that much more rewarding.

His eyes closed lightly as his fingers slid through his hair and he wanted to stay right there in that moment. If the only people who understood were Ronan, Gansey, and Blue, he didn't care. The words made him huff out a laugh and grin, hiding it in his shoulder just because he could. "Maybe, one day, it'll listen to you," he snickered. Seeing figures walking, he went to straighten up and paused when he got a good look at them. The couple had their heads tipped close, long dark hair and short blonde, muscular arms wrapped around each other. He couldn't help but smile and touch Ronan's knee lightly.

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vexedtonightmaare·:

The minor differences had never mattered much to Ronan. As someone who didn’t get along with very many people, including sometimes the people he loved, their fighting never bothered him. It was all surface level. The truth was that they would always come back to each other. That friendship ran too deep for anything else. He’d never thought it was one-sided, but he knew better than to fight Adam on that one. His boyfriend was happier doing things for himself. It wasn’t that hard to let him.

Adam’s sharp edges were one of the things he loved about him. It was fucking hilarious the way everyone thought Ronan was the dangerous one and he was the polite, mild-mannered one. People didn’t understand shit. “Sure,” he agreed easily. The forest here made him miss the forest of Cabeswater. The trees here didn’t talk, at least not to him. The ley line liked Adam though, and it tolerated him as long as he didn’t take too much from it. They weren’t looking for anything in particular, but there was plenty to do to maintain the line. Ronan just liked being with him.

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There was an understanding with Ronan, an absolute acceptance on both sides where they just took each other exactly as they were. Knowing how much of himself those jagged edges protected, Adam could love every single one of them and did. There were some things they both knew they couldn't change and they were okay to just let me. Adam was trying, though, to let Ronan do more.

People had no goddamn idea who or how they actually were, and Adam's patience for it only ran so long. That had been made evident in that ridiculous group text message. He was glad when Ronan agreed to go to the forest with him. It didn't feel like Cabeswater, but it still tugged at him and he couldn't ignore it. Getting to maintain the ley line and spend time with Ronan where there weren't other people around was as perfect as it got. Tipping his head, he pressed his lips to his shoulder lightly before straightening. "Good. It's... noisy," he murmured.

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Ronan thought all of them were a bit stupid about money, himself included sometimes, but that didn’t mean it didn’t matter. He knew Gansey, and he knew Adam, and if Gansey had understood Adam half so well, they wouldn’t have butted heads so often about it. He still paid for whatever Adam would let him pay for in Sallow Hills because it didn’t fucking matter to him, but it was the one thing he never fought him on either, because it did fucking matter to Adam. He didn’t have to agree to understand it.

Few people realized that despite the caustic exterior, he felt things deeply and completely when he allowed himself to feel them. He couldn’t give all of himself to very many people and still have anything left over, so it was a small but fiercely loved circle. That crooked smile was one of his favorites, although he always liked making Adam smile. “This whole place is tedious,” he muttered without any real venom. They should have been breaking up that monotony by scouring the country for dead kings. Even if Ronan didn’t care about the end result, he enjoyed the search. Looking for magic with his friends and occasionally finding it sounded like a perfect life to him.

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Gansey and Adam were never going to have the smoothest of friendships, but that was okay. No matter what, at the end of it all, they had each others' backs and that was what really mattered. The sharp chip that lived on Adam's shoulder was getting slightly less deadly as he settled into his adult choices, the job he'd taken on. He let Ronan do more to take care of him than he'd ever really done, but it was done knowing that it wasn't wholly one-sided in ability anymore. There was nothing one-sided there anymore, and they knew each other well enough and how to work together that they were building something really damn good.

The thought was always there that people got them so mixed up. He knew just how fiercely Ronan loved and everything else was to protect those soft parts of himself. Adam himself was made of harshness and sharply jagged pieces, only softened where his friends had done it for themselves to fit. "I mean, it is," he agreed with a quiet chuckle. "We can go into the forest tonight, if you want." An adventure with Ronan was something he would happily always put on the table if it got them away from people and doing something they liked.

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vexedtonightmaare·:

Ronan was restless enough being without Gansey and Blue. He’d have been starting wars trying to get to Adam. Worse, he didn’t know if anything he’d have done would make a difference. He hadn’t yet been able to dream anything that would get them out, and that was a first. If it worked in the dream, it worked in real life. Just not on the barrier, apparently. Fortunately, the universe knew better than to try to separate them.

He’d have been grumpier about Adam going off on his own. They weren’t attached at the hip, but this wasn’t their forest, and there were weirder things than them here. He’d always rather help him, and this was from a person who usually went out of his way to be unhelpful. “Hey.” He leaned down to kiss him quickly, mostly because he wanted to, but partly because he thought it might help ground Adam a little more in reality.

It was weird that he could see the rip, since usually that was just between Adam and the ley line. He sat across from him, resting a hand on his knee. “You scrying, or do you know what it wants?” He had stuff in his bag for that, a bowl and a bottle of water for scrying, along with Adam’s tarot cards for less dangerous forms of communication, and a couple other dream things just in case.

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Going off on his own hadn’t really been much of a thought. He was still present enough despite the strange raise in... he supposed it would be volume level, of a sort, but it was still a lot. They’d been through enough to know to be more cautious when it wasn’t their forest, their ley line, their town. He hummed quietly at that light kiss, using it to focus more on Ronan despite the very loud (to him) presence next to them.

He couldn’t help but looking at the rip, his head tipping lightly as he studied it. “It’s so... I can’t hear it clearly, which feels wrong if even you can see it.” He was tempted to reach over, touch it, but very little about any of this made sense. “I should probably scry,” he admitted, shaking his head. He needed clarity, to try and siphon through the near overload. 

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They’d been warned that the town would get weirder as Halloween approached, but Ronan had been unclear on exactly what that meant until now. It wasn’t spooky, what was happening, the glimpses into another world, the unearthly singing in a language he didn’t recognize as either Latin or the tree language of Cabeswater. Well, maybe it was spooky if you’d never seen anything like it before, but to him it felt a lot like home.

It affected Adam more than it affected him. Ronan was in tune with the ley line’s energy; if it subsided, then he couldn’t dream properly, and he could feel its pulse throughout the day like another heartbeat. As long as he didn’t take too much from it, it didn’t really care about him like Cabeswater did though. But it needed Adam, and he’d been spacey and weird for days while it tried to get his attention. At his text, he’d tucked a few things into a bag and went to meet him.

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Nothing about what was happening around Sallow Hills was spooky to him, and he was sure that Ronan felt the same way. The town felt a lot more familiar now than it had before, in its weird way. He wasn’t sure how he would have handled being trapped here without him, but he was sure it wouldn’t have gone very well. Sending the text message hadn’t even been so much a conscious thought as an instinct, but Ronan had always been there for him, so it made sense.  He was trying not to just sit in the spaces that were forming, not without him there, as much as he felt that tug to. It was strange, still, to be the caretaker of something like this. When he heard Ronan, he tipped his head back to look at him from where he sat at the edge of one of the rips. “Hi,” he greeted, focusing on his face and ignoring the tug because he could. 

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@vexedtonightmaare Adam had been partially able to ignore the singing, resisting the soft tug while he focused on his work. When a corner of his desk had been taken over by flowers and grass that didn’t belong, though, he’d been unable to maintain that focus. Everything in him rose at the tug of it, his eyes narrowing in confusion and resignation. He knew work would be done for the day, perhaps for a few, if he couldn’t get himself to focus.  Leaving his suit jacket behind, he rolled up his sleeves as he walked out of his office, locking the door behind him. Sending a quick text to Ronan, he knew he wanted him close. He made his way towards the forest, not wanting to deal with any of this while there were prying eyes. He barely tolerated many people for long to begin with some days. 

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vexedtonightmaare·:

He understood that Adam was fighting for things that Ronan had been handed at birth and gleefully set on fire at every opportunity. He might have nothing but scorn for the whole educational institution, but never for Adam. Adam had been the object of his worship since they were teenagers, and it had in no way lessened with time. If anything, it was stronger than ever, their distinctly different kinds of rough edges somehow fitting perfectly together. He wouldn’t let something as stupid as school drive them apart when a part of him still kind of marveled that Adam wanted him at all.

Ronan could feel the heat of his body beside his even though they weren’t touching, and after a moment, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. He’d give murder eyes and possibly fists to anyone who looked at them wrong, but he still felt a little flutter of anxiety at being affectionate in public, the same as he felt talking about dreams. Ronan was a creature made of secrets, and while he didn’t have any from Adam anymore, it was a hard instinct to break. “Good day?”

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One of the hardest parts of being brought into his friends had always been money. Gansey acted as though it didn’t matter except to make problems not problems anymore. Ronan damn near spit on it. In many ways, he had always thought Blue would come the closest to understanding, even though he *knew* that she couldn’t. Adam had always been a study in survival, in standing on his own in his own corner and snarling at everyone that tried to help him out of it. If other people fixed his problems for him, it didn’t mean shit, never would. That stubborn pride had caused more than one fight, and he was sure it would again and again.  He never doubted Ronan’s love these days, he didn’t need public affection to read the softness in his eyes that was only ever for him or Chainsaw. That soft kiss made him melt a little on the inside and his hand slid to brush along his calf lightly in gentle reciprocation. “Better now,” he admitted with a slow, crooked smile, “Staring at the same numbers day in and day out is tedious sometimes.” But other times, he loved it, the constancy of it, the surety. 

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vexedtonightmaare·:

Attending a fucking Ivy League university would have been the worst thing for Ronan. His kind died in captivity. He’d barely made it through Aglionby on bribes and dreams. He could grudgingly admit that it looked good on Adam though, like he’d finally proven something to himself that no one else had needed proof of. He was a little easier in his skin, and Ronan liked anything that put Adam more at ease, even if he often wasn’t one of those things. He certainly didn’t miss the dark circles under his eyes from when he was killing himself to pay for school.

Ronan wasn’t the sort of person to wear his softness on the outside. All those sharp edges were armor for a heart that felt deeply and completely whenever he chose to give it to someone. It had been Adam’s for far longer than he’d been willing to admit, and it was possible that his gaze softened a little when he looked at him.

“Brought you a sandwich to soothe your hurt feelings,” he mocked, but there was a smile curving the corner of his mouth as he nudged the takeout box closer to him. Every day after work, without fail, he and Chainsaw could be found outside Adam’s office, sometimes with dinner and sometimes not. He knew he could wait inside, but he’d look even more out of place in there than he did out here. Office furnishings broke him out in hives.

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There had been a part of him that had been surprised every time that Ronan had shown up to his dorm for a visit, or came anywhere near the campus. He knew exactly how much he meant to Ronan with every single time because it was nowhere that he could picture him choosing to be otherwise. He’d needed it, though, every day of Harvard, of making that rags to riches story come true. He had worked his ass off for eight years, fighting help damn near every step of the way. 

He knew Ronan, down to his soul, and could see just how he looked at him. He’d thought once, before that he’d known him. No, he’d had no idea. Now? Now he knew him as well as breathing more often than not. 

“Oh yeah? I guess that works,” his voice was dry and he rolled his eyes as he settled next to him. He sat closer than was really necessary, Ronan’s body a long line next to his and a comfort just for that. There was a comfort in knowing that every day after work, this was what waited for him. He never cared about him going in. There were days he didn’t want to but he could afford to do that now.

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Ronan was perched on the curb outside the café, sandwich devoured after a day working at the farm, his eyes on the large raven picking at trash in the alley a few feet away. “Leave it,” he said sharply when she went for a piece of discarded plastic, and she shot a baleful look at him that he returned in equal measure. Garbage was one of Chainsaw’s fondest obsessions, perhaps most because it was forbidden. He tossed her a soggy chip from the wrapping next to him, and she croaked grumpily at him as she hopped closer to get it.

The hooks and curves of the intricate black tattoo on his back peered out from beneath the edges of a black tank top. He was dirty and sweaty and tired and happier than he’d been shoved into a tie at fancy prep school, despite being trapped here. He’d walked into the town not knowing he wouldn’t be able to leave, and with the sun beginning to set over Sallow Hills, gilding everything in warm, dreamy light, he allowed himself to miss home a little bit. Gwenllian Farms wasn’t the Barnes, but there were parts of this town that felt almost eerily like Henrietta, like Cabeswater.

Kerah! Chainsaw’s name for him was a warning as she flapped up onto his shoulder, and he reached up to gently stroke her beak. Both boy and raven turned a suspicious look on the person approaching.

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There were times that Adam missed having his hands always busy, but he liked having come so far from the kid working three jobs to pay for tuition and pay off his father. He knew that it had been hard on his friends, the way he constantly shot down their every offer to help. So much had changed, and somehow, here they were all the same. In fucking Wales. Because of COURSE it would be Wales, in the end. 

At least he had one thing, even here.

The sight of Ronan, all sharp edges and bite on the outside made him smile to himself as he watched Chainsaw hopping to him. He could see the happiness, the contentment that he’d started to gain, but then, he’d seen Ronan every way he came now. “Yeah, yeah, some greeting,” he tipped his head to study them together, gilded gold around his dark edges.

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╔═.✾. ═  LOG *** :  adam parrish  |  cismale, he/him|  22 years old.

Just spotted ADAM around town.  Our records show that they remember [some things] from their source : The Raven Cycle (canon).   They were first spotted in May 2022 and our best guess is that their last memory is graduating from Harvard.  Archivists watching them state that they still have the cautious and analytical, rags to riches done quietly, from a place made for leaving, damaged thing vibe about them.

━  from Armes E. Sallow’s  personal archives. ═.✾. ═╝ 

↳・゜tom webb. 

 ↳・゜tiff (she/her). 21+. est.

ARMES: can you tell me your name and where you are from?

I’m Adam Parrish, from Henrietta. 

ARMES: and what is the last thing you remember from your home?

Why does that matter?

ARMES: I ask this because we have a history of memory loss in town.  do you feel as though you have any blanks in your memories?

I’m not inclined to tell you if I did.

ARMES: how long have you been in town?

Long enough. 

ARMES: and are you feeling settled?  have you found a job?

Sure. I stay busy.

ARMES: what, do you think, was the strangest thing you saw before arriving in this town?

I don’t really see why that matters.

ARMES: do you believe in the supernatural or mythical?

Don’t a lot of people? Anyone who follows a religion does, to some degree.

ARMES: what kind of traits would your friends or family give you?

I don’t like to put words in people’s mouths, ma’am.

ARMES: is there anything else you would like to say?

If you always ask this many questions, you might wanna watch where you step. Messes are hard to avoid, don’t you think?