#dreamlorn

[lovekindled-a]

where does it hurt ? show me . / adam , heh

adam is distinctly aware that he's been rubbing at the same spot between his neck and shoulder for the better part of the day, expecting the touch to will away the unusual pain. ronan noticing still makes something inside him flutter, the intimacy of being known paradoxically something he'd been unknowingly craving his entire life, and a feeling that almost made him uncomfortable, because of how underserving he felt. he pushes the thought aside and stares back at his boyfriend instead. “ why? you're gonna do something about it? ” he teases, hiding his smirk by taking another sip of the cup of coffee currently resting between his hands.

hip rests comfortably against the kitchen counter, demonstrating how at ease adam felt staying at the barns. before them, the meaning of home had never quite made sense to him. none of the other places he'd lived in had been able to capture it completely. in a way, adam had been feeling homesick his entire life. “ it's probably nothing. it'll go away on its own. ” almost every bruise and ache did eventually, something that he'd learned a long time ago. it was probably from a sudden movement, or stress from work, and it wasn't a big deal. coffee comes to rest back into the counter and he pushes himself upright again, coming closer to ronan in spite of his recent dismissal to bring his hand to the exact spot where it hurts, a small wince briefly appearing in his expression before adam is able to conceal it. “ there. ” eyes watch him cautiously, awaiting a reaction.

⁽  ⠀  ♡  ⠀  ⁾ ⠀  morbid curiosity   ,   accepting.

[regisraven-a]

oh don't tell me. let me guess. / jealous ronan perhaps

❛    ronan.    ❜     he says,   pinching the bridge of his nose.   his name falls out of his mouth less like a word and more like a begging.  it is a sound that is a rarity in itself,   a sigh that comes out at the verge of anger and desperation,   something reserved for confessional booths and dark alleys.   ronan lynch is excellent at eliciting from him.   the night has fallen outside the walls of monmouth manufacturing and this is where they usually meet:   between sleepless nights and false accusations.   today ronan comes guns blazing,   and gansey is just tired enough to surrender altogether. 

❛   I didn’t think it’d affect you so terribly.   ❜    there’s a plate of cold pizza on the floor right next to where gansey is sat,  and he nudges it towards @dreamlorn ever so slightly,   subconsciously  ( like a habit )  :   a peace offering.      ❛   you said you didn’t want to come last time I’d asked you.   ❜     and just like that,   he leaves the ball in ronan court.     challenging him.       ❛   it’s the liberty ball banquet,  back home.  it’s just going to be me, henry cheng and a bunch of middle-aged magnates congratulating each other for showing up.    does that sound like some place you wanna be?   ❜

✧ 〘 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. ⤳ not accepting.

[wrongsung-a]

anything broken? / lori <3

her head swiveled around fast towards the sound when she realised it was meant for her.    one hand was still nursing the other wrist she had used to break her fall,  cradling it close to her chest while her scraped shin bled through the stockings.   it burned from the inside,  like someone had set the nerves in her fingers on fire.   lori would thank her stars later that her face was spared    (  the moneymaker,  mia cara.   )    and then scold herself for letting her mother resurface inside her head.   ronan lynch’s voice had jumbled all these thoughts into one loud siren,   a warning in the dark.     she had always been skeptical of the aglionby boys,   but there was something about his closely-shaved head and sharp  blue eyes  that made her instincts  see red:   the colour of blood,  fire,  danger.

people like ronan lynch didn’t care about what happened to people like lori conway.

he asked after her regardless,  and to add to her shock,  did not punctuate the wound deeper.     oddly thrown off by the hint of concern in his voice,   lori stepped backwards ever so slightly.      ❛   think my wrist ’s gone.   ❜     she wondered if he owed her something,  by virtue of their class divide.   or simply by the virtue of him having shown up right after the car that had hit her and sped off.     ❛   not here to finish that jerk’s job,  are you?   ❜

✧ 〘 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. ⤳ accepting.

[philomelia]

@dreamlorn + 001, a convenience store past midnight.

the lynchs had been a passing, but nonetheless memorable, part of cassie's young life. their driveway had been terribly long, a stretch of skin that they had imprinted the van's tire tracks into (the van is currently parked outside, eating up gas as it rumbles away into the night- this time, it is absent of her parents, of her family, of the little trinkets they had brought to impress ronan's father . . . it carries only cassie and the weight of everything she is). ronan is washed out under the harsh light of the store, all violet veins and a buzzcut that shows the cruel shape of his head, all jagged in a way he hadn't been when he was a kid. she remembers him having more hair back then, but it is a child's memory, which is often not a good judge of anything real. when she spots him, she is sliding a packet of gum into the edge of her shirt, shoplifting only to see if she could get away with it. she stares at him, deer in headlights, then gives a smile that is all memory (he is familiar in the same way the perfume her long - dead aunt wore is: distant, crumbling, but shockingly particular). " lynch? " she says, hoping that it is the right name, that he is the right boy, that she hasn't stumbled into a misstep. " wow, your eyes are still devasting, aren't they? "

[drusjer]

* [ @dreamlorn ] NONVERBAL PROMPTS : ❛ ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ❜

an unfamiliar weight on his shoulder jolts him back to reality . . . he blinks as if suddenly awakened from a dream. constellations flash behind his eyelids every time his eyes close. how long has he been staring up at the night sky? and how long, he wonders, has ronan l.ynch been asleep with his head rested against his shoulder?

ronan . . . his lips form the dreamer's name, but no sound accompanies the action, his tongue like jelly in his mouth. he does not know how long they have been sitting there, shoulder to shoulder, keeping warm as fred kept vigil over the sky. somewhere beyond the ever-growing man-made scars in the atmosphere, something ancient is stirring. ( * it * commands his attention. who is he to say no? ) he supposes ronan is, or was, also keeping a vigil, not over the sky but over him. he remembers being cold when ronan had found him. he remembers — that upon seeing him shiver, ronan had produced a fire without a word and sat down beside him. his action has warmed him more than the blaze by their feet has. his closeness warms him even more now.

the blond finds himself wanting. he wants to touch, to feel ronan's skin on his. something inside him warns him not to, but he turns and touches his chin to ronan's forehead anyway. a shiver runs down his spine. it feels dangerous, but he thinks he likes it.

[serendpitous-archive]

“ why are you looking at me like that? ” / sabrina <3

" your raven . . . " sabrina trails off, head in a deep tilt as she ponders the emotional state of chainsaw. there's something off, unsettling even, in the very best of ways. she prefers to live somewhere between the unsettling and the macabre, and the aura that surrounds this little group in particular is very much in line with her overall vibe.

she reaches out a finger tentatively and from the corner of her eye, she sees salem's fur stand up, his hiss echoing in her ears. it seems her familiar doesn't like this risk she's taking. the bird, however, does not take the bait, seemingly well behaved enough to know not to chomp at the witch's finger. " she's hungry, i think. " sabrina shrugs, gaze finally flicking back to the raven's keeper. " i'm sure we have something in some state of decomposition in the kitchen, if you'd like to feed her. i believe my aunt brought home some leftover mealworms from dinner at the academy last night. not exactly my favorite, but i think she'll enjoy them. "

@dreamlorn

[shawky]

from @dreamlorn: who the hell locked us in here?

this part's always awkward . how does one go about explaining they have a mortal enemy or a real life archnemesis ? it's the stuff of fiction , for the most part , written off as high fantasy to some . . . but it's very real here and now in this room . LOCKED . try as shawky might to bang on the doors and call out for help , there's no use . he and ronan , despite every attempt , are trapped . ❝ remember my earlier vague allusions to . . . a really nasty piece of work i'm always running into ? the guy ? the . . . art collector . he's the one . I'M PRETTY SURE ONE OF HIS IDIOT GUARDS SHUT THE DOOR , and that's why we're . . . here . isn't it just great . ❞ a vague gesture . shawky resorts to more banging on the door , tugging on the handle , and wrenching at the sides to no avail . eventually he huffs loudly and turns to his friend . ❝ got any ideas , maybe ? have you ever broken a door down with your body before ? maybe with a chair ? ❞ now his eyes dart around the space looking for any other options . ❝ quick , look for something we can use . ❞

[halliwel]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   ) still accepting !

@dreamlorn sent in : " i didn’t think you had it in you . "

" THERE'S A LOT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME JUST YET. " the time traveller has a few secrets up his sleeve, and by a few, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗— the lengths he was willing to go to prevent the future of which he comes from? not even one of them. that was just fate; stop his brother from going bad? and he'll save the world. this though? this was something he'd picked up from bianca; the phoenix would be 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍. " we should get out of here, the book will tell us more about what we're up against, then maybe i can show you more of my 'tricks'."