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greywaren [a WIP]
FINISHED PIECE
[adam parrish wip]
FINISHED PIECE
NEED YOU NOW
(a Pynch WIP)
ronan POV
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Adam laughed at some joke—Henry's or Blue's, Ronan wasn't really paying attention. Didn't really care. All he could see was that smile... straight, white teeth. Chapped but soft, crimson lips.
Ronan wanted Adam's mouth on his. STAT.
He teased his phone out from his pocket and it was warm from being stuffed in his skinny jeans, no space between denim and thigh. Unlocking it, he scratched at his buzzcut and squinted at the cracked screen, pretending to read a non-existent message.
Ronan nudged his army surplus steel toe-cap against a sweatpant-covered, freckled shin. Adam looked up at Ronan, sucking cherry Coca-Cola through a paper straw, cheeks hollowed and inviting.
Oh holy fucking fuck.
"Going to call Declan. For a... chat," Ronan lied, trying not to think of it that way.
Well, I'm already going to hell.
Adam nearly choked on his coke, then. Because when in all of fucking fuck would Ronan Lynch ever choose to call his elder brother off his own back? For a chat?
Tenth of fucking never, that's when.
As Gansey eyed Adam eying Ronan—suspiciously, over the rim of his milkshake and the din the gang were making—Ronan's boyfriend looked as if he were about to very loudly call bullshit.
Ronan thought fast and put his hand to his mouth, resting two fingers on his bottom lip and biting just the tip of one of them. He stared briefly at Adam, willing Parrish not to spoil this before it ever happened, before turning on his heel and stalking towards the exit.
Luckily, Adam caught Ronan's drift like a windmill in a tornado and now bounced up onto his battered Converse to hastily follow Lynch outside.
Ronan heard Parrish following him licked his lips and grinned wryly.
Gotcha.
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...let me know in the comments if you'd like tagging in the finished piece :)
here's one from my mindtank. i've never been able to draw for shit without ref material. i still try though, from time to time, bc i'm so frickin envious of artists who have real imagination. so, here's a non-reference soft!ronan sketch that may or may not get finished... my adhd loves my WIP folder, lol.