[He stays close to Ronan as they walk, even moves closer. Adam's arms slip around his waist, a loose embrace that gives them both enough space to move but essentially means Adam is clinging to him, leaning into him, resting his head on Ronan's shoulder for a moment.
Adam is not normally so physically affectionate, but he likes when Ronan touches him and he likes being able to touch Ronan. And Ronan is warm, the whole world is warm, so it seems like it might be okay to do this, just a little. Even though they're in public. But maybe no one will see? Or maybe Ronan won't mind?
He thinks all that with only half of himself, the rest adrift in Cabeswater, half-listening to Ronan while the trees whisper to him. He hears, and he doesn't know what to think, because who in the world has ever needed Adam Parrish before? But he likes it, he does, and it makes him want to kiss Ronan, and so he does, holding on to him a little more tightly and leaning in close to press a tender kiss to the side of Ronan's neck.]
Te requiro. Greywaren. Ronan. I wish you could hear it.
[He wishes Ronan could hear what he hears, see how the trees react to him. He can feel Cabeswater's devotion to its Greywaren in his veins. Or maybe it's not the forest. Adam tries so hard to keep himself separate, and it's hard, it's hard when Ronan gets under his skin just as effectively all on his own.]
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Adam is not normally so physically affectionate, but he likes when Ronan touches him and he likes being able to touch Ronan. And Ronan is warm, the whole world is warm, so it seems like it might be okay to do this, just a little. Even though they're in public. But maybe no one will see? Or maybe Ronan won't mind?
He thinks all that with only half of himself, the rest adrift in Cabeswater, half-listening to Ronan while the trees whisper to him. He hears, and he doesn't know what to think, because who in the world has ever needed Adam Parrish before? But he likes it, he does, and it makes him want to kiss Ronan, and so he does, holding on to him a little more tightly and leaning in close to press a tender kiss to the side of Ronan's neck.]
Te requiro. Greywaren. Ronan. I wish you could hear it.
[He wishes Ronan could hear what he hears, see how the trees react to him. He can feel Cabeswater's devotion to its Greywaren in his veins. Or maybe it's not the forest. Adam tries so hard to keep himself separate, and it's hard, it's hard when Ronan gets under his skin just as effectively all on his own.]
Et quia non derelinquam te.