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Aᴅᴀᴍ ❝ Fᴏʀᴇsᴛ Iɴᴛᴇʀɴ ❞ Pᴀʀʀɪsʜ ([personal profile] aberth) wrote in [personal profile] spoofer 2017-05-22 03:36 pm (UTC)

[ When it had been just him, Adam had refused to come here. He's never been the kind of boy to accept handouts, world hopping included. But Ronan was tired, Ronan needed him, and he couldn't figure out how to save them from this while on the streets. It had made sense to go where they could be alone.

He stands at the threshold and looks around, both daemons going to settle somewhere quiet while he surveys the apartment. It's nothing like St. Agnes, nor Monmouth, nor the Barns, but it feels like it could belong to him. His gaze falls on Ronan, something soft in his face.
]

I don't know.

[ He steps closer, feet taking him towards the foot of the bed. Deliberately, he reaches out, fingertips pressing to the exposed space above Ronan's socks, trailing over the bone in his ankles. He wants to touch, needs to. ]

You're sure you're okay?

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