Raven Cycle
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What do you do when your friend is the victim of a campus bully? You stage an intervention, of course.
(also known as: the one where Adam’s and Ronan’s respective friends think they’re being bullied...by each other)
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Adam looked at him curiously, eyes slightly narrowed. “Do you… like that?”
Ronan’s cheeks felt very warm. “Uh, no?” he scoffed, disdainfully. Too obvious. Try again.
“Like what?” he shrugged, the motion not at all natural.
Adam turned off the tap. He’d caught on, and there would be no shaking him. “Y’know. That word. Lover.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Parrish,” he said, trying for haughty and missing by a mile or two. His cheeks definitely felt even warmer now, and Ronan could feel, with horror, the blush creeping down to his neck.
“You do,” Adam said, delightedly. “Oh my God.”
“I don’t,” Ronan insisted, then remembered he didn’t lie, huffed, and glowered at the celing instead. “So what?”
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(AKA: of lazy summer mornings at the Barns, smitten teenagers, and old-fashioned love songs).
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Blue - observant, intuitive Blue Sargent - notices almost immediately that something has changed between Ronan and Adam.
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Adam sighs and tips his forehead towards Ronan for just a moment, their heads touching, and then he ducks his head down again and Blue can’t quite see but she swears it looks like he just kissed Ronan’s cheek, or his forehead … his nose? A soft peck on the mouth? She looks away quickly, wondering if the movement just looked more intimate from where she was.
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Post-TRK feels. Part one of three little "Pynch from the outside" scenes because I need to know how Blue found out about them.(Titles are lyrics from Vance Joy's song "From Afar")
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People are staring. Adam can see them, has always been able to see them, but he doesn’t know what to make of them on this particular morning.
Today, they stare because he kissed Ronan Lynch.
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Adam’s internal body clock wakes him just before dawn. It wakes him just as the heavy purples of night dissolve to a softer lilac, a gold hue of pink and orange following suit over the distant, looming silhouette of mountains hiding the returning sun.
Adam always forgets how quiet it is at the Barns in the morning, how quiet it is to be the only thing awake in this fantastical pocket of eternal sleep.
(Lazy mornings at the Barns.)