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dreamedboy) wrote2021-11-30 12:58 am
dreamedboy) wrote2021-11-30 12:58 am
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Open RP Post
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some proko & ronan stuff & maybe K if you want to
It was a necklace: a thin gold chain strung with a dozen semiprecious stones, fire opal and tiger's eye and red topaz. He'd had a lead on another, but instead found this one almost by accident. And the first time he saw it he'd forgotten how to pull air into his lungs because of how intensely it made him think of another dreamer, dead on the 4th of July. He'd wanted a sweetmetal for Bryde, for his brother, but holding it in his hands, words came to mind, like summoned with an echo out of memory- the world's a nightmare. Which is probably why he'd ended up back in Henrietta, when he'd been trying for months to put distance between all of those thoughts.
He knows where he's going even before the nurse asks him who he's here to see. They have Proko hooked up to IVs and monitors, although Ronan knows it's more for the doctor's peace of mind than because he needs them. It reminds him of his dead mother so intensely that he wants to hit something. In the end, Proko obliges him on that point but it sucks all the fight out of Ronan.
Illya isn't Jiang, who could admit that it wasn't fair to hold Ronan responsible. He was Kavinsky's dream, and Ronan finally appreciates better what that means. The monitors screech and Ronan's sure he's going to have a black eye later, but he doesn't really care, either. He pushes at him instead of hitting him back, trying to get his arms around him more than fight him. The nurses summoned by the disconnected cords stare rather than intervene- maybe too shocked by the state of their supposed coma patient. In a fucked up way it's almost cathartic, because Proko is the only person that really understands that Kavinsky meant something.]
He wasn't-- fuck. He wasn't wrong. I love him too.
[It's the only defense he has, the only way he knows to explain that he hadn't wanted the way things had ended anymore than Proko had. That strange way he says it like it's still true, like the other dreamer isn't dead. He admits how much he regrets it, how many times he's played it over in his head, if he had only pulled him down-- But he hasn't said it outloud before, hasn't told anyone, and it's like a fist around his heart. It pulls tears from his sharp blue eyes and has Ronan pressing his face into the other boy's shoulder, shifting his arms around Proko so it's less to contain him and more to hold him close. They lay there for minutes until the nurses step in, getting Proko back into bed, checking his vitals, checking Ronan's eye.
Ronan almost leaves after they confirm what he'd more or less known already; that it'd probably bruise, but his vision seemed fine. But Proko asks him to stay, and so he does. They want to keep him until morning, when the doctor can check him out, but the blond is shockingly coherent, his body shockingly responsive for someone who'd been in a coma. Ronan manages to keep himself from pointing out why.
Later, he latches the necklace around his neck, and Ronan can't resist the urge to kiss him. He half expects to get another black eye for it, but Proko kisses him back, like they're both desperate for whatever this is- something that feels like a lifeline. By afternoon Illya is almost stircrazy by the time they release him, his grandmother in tears she's so happy to have him back. And Ronan almost expects that to be the last they see of each other, that he'll be left alone in a world that's killing him, with Bryde's sweetmetal the only thing keeping him alive, awake, and no idea how to fix it.
There's no ley line for him to dream anything with, let alone something big enough to fix what Hennessey had done. And Lindenmere is -- somewhere else. Like it had been with Cabeswater during that summer, and this is a bigger problem, needs more than just Adam clearing out some rocks so it can run clear. If things had been different, he probably would have asked Adam how to fix it. But they weren't, and so he's alone, isolated from everyone. His only other lead was the Fairy Market, because there was a dreamer that wore his mother's face, and a man that looked like Ronan (and/or his father).
But Illya texts him, and Ronan brings him to the Barns because he can't think of where else they would go. Most of Ronan's strange creations are sleeping; like his father's cows. But the problem now is bigger than one dead dreamer. Save for a baby furred dragon that had been eagerly waiting their arrival, and takes an instant liking to Proko, the rest of his dreams are asleep in the fields. The house and its trees and the sky and the grass all seem-- quieter, subdued, somehow. Like it has lost part of itself. It felt more like a graveyard than a home so Proko takes him to his home, to a place that didn't run on dreams, so it didn't feel so much like dying.
He tells him everything.
And they were.. something. Not that it was easy, because it wasn't.
But Ronan didn't feel alone, cut out from the world and no one else able to understand what that was like for him. What it was like to wake up every day in a world without Kavinsky. What it was like knowing that the people that had been closest to him wanted a world that would kill him. Kavinsky would have understood- he'd told Ronan all of this before, but he'd been too blind to see it.]
I want to stay.
[He's still half alseep as he half rolls over, murmuring the words into skin, with the subtext being: but I can't. Clothes still scattered on the floor, and he curls in closer to hide from the Virginia chill of early winter when it had been summer in his dreams. But there's a world to fix, and even without a clear idea of how, he feels obligated to try. If not for his own life, then for Matthew, for Proko. Or just because Kavinsky would have, even if he had to burn down the world to do it.
Maybe the Apocalypse that the Moderators are so afraid of is just the cost of fixing it all.
Last night Ronan had dreamt.
Almost like he used to, not that he could take anything out of it. But it had been a weak sliver of memory, but played out so visceral that for a moment it had felt real again, like a circle. Of that night, the car crash and the dream field, that moment where he'd wanted Kavinsky, and held onto the safety of terror. But the night felt like taffy, like he could be dreaming- like if there had been any ley line, he would have brought Kavinsky back, if he dared.
Instead he'd kissed him, held his face in his hands and said words he's only ever said to Proko. Said it like it could change something -- like he wanted it to. Like he knew what he wanted.
Even awake now, words and memory still hum in his thoughts. Ronan awed at the idea of dreaming a whole car and Kavinsky telling him he could dream the world if he wanted to, a whole world. And god, but how much he wanted to. Something else, something better than this. A world for Dreamers and Dreams, and even small furred dragons. The later of which had curled up around one of Proko's bedposts at some point in the night.]
/nyooms to
There was more than that, too. There was so much and the world was a mess and everything sucked but there was still good in it, too. There was still Skov and Swan and Jiang and- Ronan. He was part of the good. Proko didn't regret giving him a black eye but he was glad he'd given him a chance, too. He felt lost without Kavinsky, adrift in a vast ocean with no land in sight. He could've leaned on the other boys of the pack, he knew they'd be there for him, but he leaned on Ronan, instead.
And now, half-asleep, Proko draped an arm around Ronan, tugging him closer. He didn't have to be fully awake to know he didn't want to be without the Dreamer. The mere idea made his chest ache. They were both made of dreams and he'd never met another person like that before Ronan. Not a Dreamer but a dream. Every dream was special and unique, just like people. Maybe even more so.
Without even opening his eyes, he replied-]
I'm going with you.
[If Ronan couldn't stay, if that wasn't an option because he was on a mission to fix the world, then Prokopenko was going with him. He'd follow Ronan to the ends of the earth and back.]