The Killing Game

[quaerit]

Who: The Raven crew: Gansey, Blue, Adam, Ronan and Noah
What: Blue targets Gansey during the Assassin event
Where: The Raven House.
When: During Rage's Assassin event
Warnings: Attempted murder, the full list of swear words known by Ronan Lynch, teenage angst.

[ As far as Gansey knows, it's an ordinary morning in their house. He's yet to venture outside, and hasn't seen any of his friends emerge from their rooms. Given that his own is the living room these days, and also given that he struggles to sleep most nights, he typically finds himself wandering around alone in the mornings. This isn't a place with a great prevalence of cereal boxes, and his beloved car is still at home, so his usual methods of distracting a wakeful mind are unavailable.

That's why, on this particular morning, his friends will arrive to discover Gansey has built some approximation of the Eiffel Tower out of a range of the house's cutlery. There may have been one or two minor crashes, when his efforts collapsed on him, but really, that should just make everyone glad that he didn't decide to use the plates. This is a lot harder than it looks. He's in the kitchen, minding his own business, and setting this monstrosity up on one of the counters. There's also some indeterminate can of something being warmed in the microwave; let no one say he never attempts to cook for his friends.

Oblivious to what's started to happen around the city, Gansey goes innocently about his model building, and waits for the first of them to wake up. ]

Comments

[unknowable]

[Ronan is not practiced, but he's careful, even gentle. The shirt doesn't pull at Adam's shoulder, and he doesn't really need to lift his arm, so it's less painful than getting dressed by himself this morning was. Adam would rather not have to ask for help every day - he won't, he can handle a little pain - but right now, he appreciates it. He also appreciates that Ronan managed to find a clean shirt for him. It seems like that might be a rarity.

He tugs at the shirt with his good hand so it falls the way it should. It feels a little odd to be wearing Ronan's shirt, but - well, he loaned one of his to Ronan, ages ago, and he never got it back. He sort of doubts he's getting the one he wore today back, either. And that's okay. He'll keep this one in return.]

Thanks.

[He smiles at Ronan, easy and affectionate, and runs a hand through his hair to try to get it back to some semblance of order. It doesn't work that well, but it's an improvement, a little.

He would like to stay here with Ronan and get up to - well, whatever they might think of. Adam has a lot of ideas. But with Gansey and Blue at odds, with someone out there intent on killing each of them, now isn't the time. If nothing else, they both have to try to keep the peace, keep any blood from being spilled here.

For a moment he hesitates, then he steps closer, leaning in to press a careful kiss to the corner of Ronan's lips.]

I better go.

[greywaren]

[Ronan's heart lifts with that smile, with every minute movement of Adam's body that suggests he's not in pain. He feels revitalized with that smile, like he could take on the rest of the world in here- even Blue, even his own assassin, even Fear himself.

He starts to smile back, but the expression is cut off by a kiss, and Ronan returns the gesture, at once marveling at how sweet Adam is. Before this, when they were alone and watching one another through feet of empty space- sometimes, rarely, Ronan would try to imagine what something like this could be like. All he had for context back then was the way that Adam had tried to court Blue and Declan's own shoddy dating skills.

He'd thought- wondered, maybe a tiny part of him had hoped- that Adam would be as cautious and as sure as he was with Blue. That Adam would like him, really fucking like him, no matter how high school bullshit that sounds, and in those rare snapshots of moments, Ronan didn't know if he'd even be able to respond to such a thing, but some soft, silly part of him had had wanted it anyway.

Now, he kisses back, reaches in to squeeze Adam's hand, and presses their foreheads together just for a moment before nodding and stepping back, a smile still tugging at his mouth.]

Then go. I'll see you around.

[unknowable]

[It feels easy, in a way, to be affectionate with Ronan like this. Adam is still finding his balance, feeling out the edges of their relationship, figuring out what he can do and what he shouldn't, but in some ways it's easy. Fierce, intimidating Ronan responds so easily to Adam's careful affection now, and that more than anything tells Adam that he meant this, he meant all of it. That he really does like Adam.

Not that there was really any doubt anymore. But still.

He squeezes Ronan's hand in return, then lets go.]

Yeah. See you later.

[And though he'd like to stay, Adam does what he knows he ought to do. He goes back out Ronan's door, onto the balcony, and back to his own room. His shoulder feels better, he feels light and surprisingly happy despite the dire situations they always seem to be in. It's not impossible to find good things here.]