dreamers are to be classified as weapons

“Notitiam primosque gradus vicinia fecit; tempore crevit amor”  

“Proximity caused their first acquaintance and with time their affection increased ”  

RONAN LYNCH + ADAM PARRISH || From your heart to your fingertips.

“You’re like the thing that makes the universe explode into the colors of a world i’ve never known. You keep turning, keep turning my life around. Violets and purples, diamonds and circles. You’re my kaleidoscope, I love every minute. You’ve got me in it, you’re my kaleidoscope.”  (spotify)

                Later, Adam walked out through the cold, damp night to his small, shitty car. As he sank into the driver’s seat, he found something already sitting on the seat.

                 He retrieved the object and held it up under the feeble interior cab light. It was a small white plastic container. Adam twisted off the lid. Inside was a colorless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. Replacing the lid with a frown, he turned the container over, looking for more identifying features. On the bottom, Ronan’s handwriting labeled it merely: manibus.

                For your hands.

Goodbye, Noah. We will never forget you.

“He was clearly related to Declan: same nose, same dark eyebrows, same phenomenal teeth. But there was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this Lynch brother. This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.”

“Take Matthew,” Ronan said. 

“What?” 

“Take Matthew to D.C. and keep him safe,” Ronan repeated. 

Time had no meaning. Days were irrelevant. They marked time with dreams…

Pill. Beer. Dream In. Out.  Like a motherfucking thief.

“Death is a boring side effect.” 

“That’s not what Gansey is to me,” Ronan said.

“You didn’t say you don’t swing that way.”

Ronan was silent. Thunder growled under his feet. “No, I didn’t.”