~ It’s not that faithful to the books. I just wanted to write some something with these two great characters. ~
‘So, what did you forget?’ Ronan’s voice asked; simple
‘Hello’ wasn’t an option.
‘Conditioner, sunglasses and my Latin dictionary.’ said Adam, holding
the phone by his shoulder, while he was taking empty boxes downstairs to the
‘That may or may not be my doing.’
‘Ronan! I’m going to need this dictionary!’
‘No, what you going to need is a way to translate shit. I’m your way.’ Ronan
simply said. Adam tossed the boxes into the
container and grabbed the phone in his one hand, using the other to cover his
eyes from the light of the setting sun. The campus looked amazing and peaceful;
Adam insisted on coming here couple days earlier than everybody else would, so
he could get to know the place. His dorm room was in a low, three condition
building, one of many on both sides of wide sidewalk filled with trees and
benches. Adam decided it was warm enough for him to take a walk around.
‘I can’t call you in the middle of the night while I’m doing my
homework, because I forgot what consuetudine
‘Well, I’m not stopping you. Also, my seventeen century friend, we have
internet now. You can just check it on Google.’
‘So, your thievery was completely unnecessary?’
‘I didn’t say that you are going
to use Google. It’s just for emergencies, when I’m not picking the phone. But
you shouldn’t count on that. I am picking
the phone.’ Adam could not supress the smile hearing determination in Ronan’s
The one problem with him arriving here earlier was that he cut three
days out of his time with Ronan. Three days of what was an idyllic summer at
the Barns, filled with calm, restful nights and long, pleasant days. Four words
he never fought he would be using to describe his life. Well, it was also satisfying (another new word).
Especially after he get his acceptance letter from Cardanial University and
they both, Ronan and he, started to feel that their time together has sort of
an end date. Adam moved to Ronan, because there was no point in keeping his old
place, and quitted all his jobs but one. Ronan kept telling him to abandoned it
all, but Adam didn’t want to; he didn’t want to lose the appreciation of
hard-worked money. So, three times a week he drove to the old Church, where he
was tasked with renovating benches, confessionals and other wooden elements
that needed polishing and impregnation. Then in the evening Ronan would show
and they both would go and meet Gansey and Blue at the bar or, if the couple
was on the road, sometimes to 300 Fox Way. The psychics there were not at all
confused or surprised by their relationship, what Ronan found upsetting. Not
that he wanted or expected homophobia or anything like that, but the whole
thing was for him too close to fate and destiny and souls being bond to be with each other bullshit. Either way, they
popped at 300 Fox Way now and then, where Adam would get some more lessons on
card reading and Ronan would get into disputes with Orla and Jimi. It really
was an idyllic summer.
‘So, what are you up to now?’ Ronan
‘Not much. I’m walking through
‘Nothing. All of it. I don’t know.
It feels like home, you know? Lawns, big trees, statues… It feels good.’
Maybe it wasn’t the best thing, telling Ronan that he feels great here,
without him, but that was the truth. Well, not the part where they are
separated, but Adam felt… welcomed. This new-old place felt like he belonged
there, with sandy buildings, open spaces, bronze figures and big library in the
centre. Of course, it all hasn’t even started yet, but it was looking good as
far as he could tell.
‘I’m glad. But I hope it doesn’t
mean that we could be having fucking awesome outdoors sex
right now and I could drop you there on Sunday.’
Adam laughed, shaking his head. He knew Ronan good enough to know that
he’s masking some other feelings with this pretentious statement. Not that it
wasn’t true; Adam wouldn’t be mad if some fucking
awesome outdoors sex with Ronan was happening right now.
‘You know that I have a job interview tomorrow morning, I need to be
‘You’re already hired! They even have your measurements for some stupid
‘It’s not uniform, it’s just an apron.’
‘They don’t need to standardize you for you to operate a coffee machine’
‘No, but that’s how you make a brand. And it’s also because of some
sanitary requirements. Don’t be an ass.’
‘I can’t, that’s my factory setting. Anyway, have you seen the place
‘No, the café is on the other side, couple buildings behind the library.
I don’t feel like going there today.’
‘And what do you feel like?’
‘No, lie to me.’
‘Shut up, asshole’ another little outburst of Adam’s laughing. ‘I feel
like you should be next to me.’
Although Adam did feel welcome here, it was strange to not be with Ronan
now. Since their first night at the Barns, before the whole Glendower escapade
ended, they weren’t without one another for more than twelve hours and they
always knew that they are going to see each other the same day or night. Their
relationship was addicting. But it wasn’t like with Blue or in all those
movies. They weren’t holding hands in public, practising PDA or talking about
it with other people or even with themselves. They weren’t for show-off. Yet at
the same time it was so intense, so consuming, so overwhelming. When they were
alone they were all hands and mouths and butterfly touches followed by hard
grips and being out of breath and lying awake in the middle of the night, skin
to skin. Nothing Adam ever felt, even Cabeswather, nothing could compare to
being with Ronan.
Now, he was going to spend so much time without him. Right, the Barns
were only like four hours’ drive, three if you let Ronan go his normal speed,
it wasn’t another country or continent or even opposite side of the States, but
still. He came here to do his own things, the ones he always worked so hard
for. It wasn’t Ronan’s world, even if Adam pitched the idea to him a couple of
‘You know, you can always quit. I’ll be right back in a split second and
we’ll pack you ever faster.’
‘I know. I’m just kidding. Well, maybe a little not. But I miss you,
‘We’ll call each other every evening. Of course, if you’ll learn how to
answer the phone.’
‘I know how to answer the phone, jackass. I just don’t care about it.
But I care about you. Who knows, maybe I’ll even text you sometimes.’
‘Yeah. What about some steamy fantasies in the middle of a class? That
should be fun.’
‘Yes, especially when I’ll be going to the blackboard with a boner.
Maybe I’ll just power off my phone for the classes.’
‘Don’t you even dare.’
Adam felt a shiver come down his spine. Even though they never used the
word ‘love’, they both had their own ways of saying it. Ronan’s was words mixed
with anger, possessiveness, dependence and neediness. Adam’s was touches,
filled with the same emotions. They both knew how it works; neither of them
needed long, sappy declaration. Well, maybe until now, who knows.
AN:Not much to report this week except to remind everyone that the Giveaway I’ve been running ends tonight at 12:00am EST. Thank you everyone, as always, for all the comments, likes, and reblogs! It means the world to me!
I’ll be honest, this chapter is basically a transition chapter for what’s coming soon. So prepare yourselves for PLOT coming soon.
Universe: Canon- Post Film Rating: T (Teen and Up)- For now Words: 3442
current and former astronauts who formed the crews of STS-1, the first
space shuttle mission, and STS-135, the final shuttle mission, pose for a
group photo at the Johnson Space Center in Houston on Nov. 2, 2011.
They are, from left, John Young, STS-1 commander, Robert Crippen, STS-1
pilot, with the STS-135 crew of commander Chris Ferguson, pilot Doug
Hurley and mission specialists Sandy Magnus and Rex Walheim.
Anyway, instead of a fill for the meme today I have some primarily fluffy blacksand, in which we learn who taught Pitch archery and Sandy is inclined to grant a wish or two. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Even though it’s Valentine’s Day, and Sweet Nothings Bakery and Café is otherwise quite crowded, one small, two-person table set back in a corner remains inexplicably empty. Or, at least, it appears empty to most of the people there. The children who do notice that the table isn’t empty tend to not remark on it.