[ and on kavinsky's part, even that brief contact is enough to show adam just how hopeless a case he is.. he's pretty sure. all that hungry emptiness, wanting and wanting and taking where he can, desperately trying to fill it. at least, well.. it was like that. mostly it's just a big black void now. he's seventeen and he's tired. he's so fucking tired.
the smile spreads across his face, slow and sharp enough to cut, dark eyes glittering, devouring over the edge of his lenses. ] You sure? You really sure, sweetheart? You really willing to risk it?
[ the thought makes him nauseous, actually. sharing a living space with lynch. with lynch and parrish, fucking mocking him with something he's never going to have, could never have had. he occupies a very particular place in the lives of the people around him, and it's fine, it's what he's fucking great at, but there's a price for everything. ]
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the smile spreads across his face, slow and sharp enough to cut, dark eyes glittering, devouring over the edge of his lenses. ] You sure? You really sure, sweetheart? You really willing to risk it?
[ the thought makes him nauseous, actually. sharing a living space with lynch. with lynch and parrish, fucking mocking him with something he's never going to have, could never have had. he occupies a very particular place in the lives of the people around him, and it's fine, it's what he's fucking great at, but there's a price for everything. ]