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[somniphoria]

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[dreamkillers]

it's cute you think you get a say in what i do to myself

[somniphoria]

[ no reply. for a while. he's going back to trying to grow this ficus.

and then like an hour later: ]

you want someone to

[dreamkillers]

[ even later, bc it was 3am to begin with and he probably went home with someone, and now while they're sleeping he's sitting on their countertop in their kitchen drinking their beer. ]

lol you're not my therapist

[somniphoria]

fuck no
thats a job no one wants

[dreamkillers]

then don't tell me what you think i want
you don't have a fucking clue

[somniphoria]

[ bullshit, he thinks. the fact that kavinsky's here at all says a lot about what he wants. ]

left a pillow on the couch for you

[dreamkillers]

you can shove it up your ass

[somniphoria]

[ 'adam's already there' hangs in the air for a moment before he scraps it. ]

fuck you too

[dreamkillers]

no thanks babe already fucked out for the night

[somniphoria]

doubt it

[dreamkillers]

i mean i can go again if you're really feeling it

[somniphoria]

got someone for that

[dreamkillers]

yeah good for you princess

[somniphoria]

thanks

[dreamkillers]

anyway bye bitch i've got daddy dick to take care of
kiss parrish for me

[somniphoria]

[ eugh. ]

don't tell me what to do

[ but he will kiss adam, because adam is there and kissable.

and will actually tell him whatever happened. ]

[scrlies]

( he'd better kiss adam, because it's three something am and he's rolling over onto ronan to. squint down at him, one hand curling into a fist and pressing the side of it against his shoulder. )

What?

( he hears you thinking. )

[somniphoria]

Kavinsky sent me a glamor shot of your handiwork.

[scrlies]

His hands?

( because he. can't remember anything else that would have been his handiwork. )

[somniphoria]

Mmhm.

[ lazily wrapping an arm around his decidedly better at sleeping boyfriend. ]

[scrlies]

He smashed a glass, because I pissed him off.

( oh good, cuddling. just give him a second to--slide up a bit, and adam tucks his face down against ronan's neck. )

[somniphoria]

Dying didn't change him much.

[ smh kavinsky.

he walks his fingers along the plain of adam's back. ]

[scrlies]

Did you think it would?

( he touched kavinsky. he knows how shit he feels on the inside, below all that surface level bullcrap. adam was never involved with him, not like ronan, but he still can't say literally any of it was a surprise. kavinsky was a seventeen year old disaster; an addict, an asshole, the guy people went to when they wanted something and adam can't imagine it was ever kavinsky himself that they were after. )

[somniphoria]

No.

[ how could it? he died at his lowest moment. second chances don't just happen. you don't wake up and shrug off all your damage and become a new man. it lingers, like scabs slowly turning into scars. every wrong move tears you open anew. ]

[scrlies]

I told him when you eventually offer him a space on the couch, he can take it as long as he doesn't bring anything back with him.

( fist uncurling so he can lay his hand down against ronan's shoulder, gentle pressure. )

We'll work out the rest.