MAGICIAN.

independent adam parrish of the raven cycle. multiverse, multiship; mumu & oc friendly. protected by apple. prev @sacrificedreamt.

[magiciandreamt-blog]

ronan:

                    THERE  HE  IS.     in  the  flesh,   albeit  much  less  exposed  than  ronan’s.     he  grudgingly   slid  on  a  pair  of  black  boxers  for  the  special  occasion  of  answering  the  door,   only  because  the  knocks  sounded  AGITATED  in  just  the  best  way.     now  his  neighbor’s  angular  face  ( of  course  it  had  to  be  THIS  particular  neighbor )  gazes  back  at  him,   steady,   unreadable  save  for  some  underlying  intensity  that  licks  heat  down  his  spine  even  faster  than  this  godawful  summer  heatwave.     “  the  sign  says  no  soliciting,   man.  ”

the view from adam’s home office has been distracting all week, but he’s not PREPARED for how much worse it is up close. from a distance, the best adam can tell is that his neighbour enjoys nudity: he cooks nude, he watches tv nude, he listens to music nude. he’s also pretty sure his neighbour is unemployed: at least, between the hours of 9 - 5, he’s home, in adam’s eyeline, keeping him from working. up close, though, adam can see that he’s eyewateringly hot. he works out. probably naked, adam’s brain supplies. adam focuses, because he’s got a deadline looming and if he doesn’t get this FIXED, he won’t finish in time. “ i’m not soliciting. ” he eyes his neighbour’s torso, once, quickly. “ are you ? ”

[stinkbrat]

ADAM PARRISH IS HIS NAME AND FLIRTING W RONAN IS HIS GAME

[hobrien]

The Raven King // Opal

[museinspo]

“I’m sorry if I call you at 3 am. I just want to hear your voice.”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[caralhizada]

[glumshoe]

The veil is thin here. It’s thin everywhere. Of course it’s fucking thin. Who ever heard of a thick veil? That shit’s lightweight, even sheer.

[glumshoe]

Like, shit, Agatha. There’s a reason they don’t call it “the down comforter between worlds”.

[magiciandreamt-blog]

gansey:

          thank god we’re not fighting.     his RELIEF is a palpable thing,   to the extent in which it’s a miracle adam can’t feel it soaking into his skin where his deliriously WARM hand touches gansey’s own.     adam can’t be that upset or awkward if he’s still willing to touch;   thank god.     “ what could be weirder than this ?     ghosts,   resurrections,   magic,   DEMONS ?     don’t be absurd,   those things are child’s play. ”     he squeezes adam’s shoulder all through his joke,   hoping to summon further strength into them both.     “ honestly ?     i’m exhausted with all the political intrigue.     shall we retire EARLY,   do you think ? ”     his mother won’t be thrilled,   but at least she won’t argue in front of anyone with a wealthy surname.

“ you know, i think i prefer the child’s play to politics. ” once, it had been the other way round: adam had not been able to understand why gansey would chase impossibilities when he had the resources to make any normal person’s dreams come TRUE; but after spending long enough with the ganseys he sees how their world can suck the enjoyment out of almost anything, even being rich. “ god. gansey, i would LOVE that. ” his hand leaves gansey’s, but only so he can touch gansey’s back, encouraging him toward the backs doors. if they’re lucky, they might be able to slip into their room unnoticed.

[magiciandreamt-blog]

blue:

         “ –––––   HEY.     um,   it’s me.     i know it’s been a while. ”     you broke up three months ago,   blue,   he probably still knows your voice.     “ sorry to call so late.     i kind of assumed you were STUDYING. ”

“ i was. ” there’s a pause while adam struggles not to say ‘ what do you want ? ’ he settles for, “ everything okay ? ” --- because who knows, maybe there’s a good reason she’s calling. unlikely, but possible.

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orla·:

          “ hell-o,   adam parrish ! ”     it’s a pleasant singsong,   because why wouldn’t it be ?     there’s a nice sunset outside,   and adam’s toned arms are peeking at her from beneath his short sleeves.     “ super sorry to swing by unannounced,   but i heard you live here,   and can you believe it ?     our shower’s BROKEN. ”     she slides her big sunglasses up her   ( ugh,   bigger )   nose,   lifting a shoulder in an oh well.     “ aunt maura has someone peeking at it,   but i have a date tonight,   so i need to look HOT.     mind if i use  y o u r s ? ”

adam knows this is a request he should REFUSE. he’s going out soon & he can’t trust orla to be finished before he leaves. equally, he wouldn’t trust orla in his empty apartment after he leaves. but he finds himself eyeing the washbag tucked under her arm, and wonders what’s in it. he wonders what orla’s definition of ‘ hot ’ is. he opens his door a little wider. “ yeah, fine. but you’ll have to be quick --- i have plans tonight, too. ”

[magiciandreamt-blog]

"i love you."

at first, adam’s not sure if he’s misheard ronan. his functioning ear is pressed against his boyfriend’s chest, so the words are blurred by the comforting rumble in ronan’s chest as he speaks. then he’s not sure if ronan meant to say it; if he meant for adam to hear; if maybe it’s sleep-talk.

he lifts his head, and ronan’s gazing at him, steady & certain. not an accident. did ronan choose today in particular to say it ? has he been waiting ? or has the urge been building for months, a whole year, since their first kiss or even longer, and he simply can’t CONTAIN it any longer ? that’s how it feels for adam sometimes. there was never any question of if he could love ronan; only how long it’d take, and if it had already begun.

adam kisses him, slow, thorough, but unhurried. the kind of kiss that could stretch all day – at least until adam pulls away to murmur “ i love you too. ” his words encourage ronan to initiate another kiss. after a long interlude, when they’re both breathless & dishevelled, adam adds: “ happy anniversary. happy birthday, too. ”

when ronan asks with a lazy-sharp smile if adam got him a gift, adam smirks back. “ i thought i just did. ”

[hatepotion]

i was going through my draft s and i found this thing i drew like 3 months ago oops

[ethereal-future]

[stinkbrat]

how many times a day do you think gansey says adams name

[impishglee]

While I am unsure what and how far to which Adam’s psychic abilities extend, I sincerely hope that sometimes he absentmindedly glances at the coffee grounds in the bottom of his mug and mutters “I got an A on the Econ test” to which his roommate will ask “grades are up already?!” and Adam will have to pause for a strained beat before replying “no.”

[necromanticryptid]

Sorry I can’t come over my tarot cards said no

[dancingwdinosaurs]

honestly this looks like the cover of a cheesy romatic book my grandma would read but that´s a mood and I´m here for it

[craigslits]