Prokopenko (
dreamedboy) wrote2021-11-30 12:58 am
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/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.]