( belonging is an interesting thing. defining if one belongs some place can be tricky--because, see, adam has spent a rather significant amount of time scrying into ronan's dreams. sitting awake at his bedside with one of ronan's dream lights in hand while ronan sleeps just a few feet away.
but he's always been awake during those. bringing himself into the world ronan keeps behind closed eyes, that he used to catch glimpses of in cabeswater. in lindenmere, now.
but this isn't his territory, he wasn't invited, wasn't anticipating it this time.
still, there's a curl to his lips when adam spies the raven. barely visible, barely noticeable, but he extends his arm out to her regardless. )
Hey, Chainsaw. ( or copy of chainsaw. chainsaw the third, or fourth. who knows how many dream chainsaws there are. )
dreamsharing
but he's always been awake during those. bringing himself into the world ronan keeps behind closed eyes, that he used to catch glimpses of in cabeswater. in lindenmere, now.
but this isn't his territory, he wasn't invited, wasn't anticipating it this time.
still, there's a curl to his lips when adam spies the raven. barely visible, barely noticeable, but he extends his arm out to her regardless. )
Hey, Chainsaw. ( or copy of chainsaw. chainsaw the third, or fourth. who knows how many dream chainsaws there are. )