[If there is anything better than the rocket, it's this: Gansey's exuberance, his unbridled joy, the way he looks at Ronan like he's done something exceedingly, exceptionally well, like Ronan is magic and Gansey is delighted by him. Ronan's heart surges at the feeling, at Gansey's incredible grin and his impossible laugh, and the feeling of being dragged closer by a playful arm.
Brothers.]
Fuck you, of course I saw.
[But Ronan is laughing too, and he drags his hand over Gansey's shoulder in a rough moment of affection. He's so alive- they're so alive together, and he just lets himself feel it for a scattered second, to pin this moment to a corkboard and force it to stay bright in his memory.
He pulls away soon enough and moves back out into the street, still laughing about it, his vision and hearing still trying to adjust back to normal. There are remnants of the rockets charred in the dirt now, and he kicks at one happily, watching as it skitters down the road for a few yards.]
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Brothers.]
Fuck you, of course I saw.
[But Ronan is laughing too, and he drags his hand over Gansey's shoulder in a rough moment of affection. He's so alive- they're so alive together, and he just lets himself feel it for a scattered second, to pin this moment to a corkboard and force it to stay bright in his memory.
He pulls away soon enough and moves back out into the street, still laughing about it, his vision and hearing still trying to adjust back to normal. There are remnants of the rockets charred in the dirt now, and he kicks at one happily, watching as it skitters down the road for a few yards.]
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