[The bowl of slop masquerading as food hits the counter as he’s caught by Ronan and pulled in. Fingers stroke Ronan’s cheeks, move up and ghost over his buzzed head. He leans down and presses his lips against his boyfriend forehead, and Adam hopes he doesn’t comment on the sweetness of it. The gentleness. But he also hopes that his feelings for Ronan are conveyed in the gesture. An “I love you” without the words. Because he’s not ready for the words yet, doesn’t know if he’s ever said them to anyone.]
So violent. [The hose in the winter. Dear God, those poor dream creatures.] It’s a good plan.
Blood spells might be out a my wheelhouse, though. [A joke. A smile tugs at the corner of Adam’s mouth to show it.
He moves off of Ronan, holds out his hand, palm up. They should get to work. It’s already late afternoon, and the sun will be going down soon. The one thing worse than playing with water in the winter is playing with water in the winter at night. ] Let’s do this.
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So violent. [The hose in the winter. Dear God, those poor dream creatures.] It’s a good plan.
Blood spells might be out a my wheelhouse, though. [A joke. A smile tugs at the corner of Adam’s mouth to show it.
He moves off of Ronan, holds out his hand, palm up. They should get to work. It’s already late afternoon, and the sun will be going down soon. The one thing worse than playing with water in the winter is playing with water in the winter at night. ] Let’s do this.