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always dreamers; tattoos and other shenanigans;

[threesecrets]

[It's the night of one of Kavinsky's substance parties, so when Ronan goes to get his tattoo it's Proko that he asks to come with him. He's talked about it a little, about wanting it on his skin, but he hasn't shown anyone the sketches yet that he's been working on with the tattoo artist that K had found for him. Someone he could trust to not fuck it up, and who wouldn't care that he wasn't eighteen.

He'd have taken them both, but Ronan knows that it's easier for them to show up late than it would be for Kavinsky- the boy everyone's there for. Skov, Swan and Jiang should be enough to keep K out of too much trouble. For a while, anyway.

So they're at the tattoo shop when he finally shows Prokopenko what it is that he's getting inked on his back; hooks and claws, feathers and flowers. Up his back and against his neck and hooking almost into his collarbone. Not something that will stay contained, hidden under Aglionby shirts- everyone will know it's there. He's got his shirt off, and the guy is prepping his tools and the bench for him, a low buzz in the air. Ronan smiles soft and a little unsure at Proko, dragging a hand against his stubbled scalp.

A week ago, Ronan had put his fist into the bathroom mirror, his face tear-wet, strung so tight he'd snapped. Unable to stand seeing the face of his dead father in every reflection, the way that it felt like a mockery. And K had held him, grabbed the electric shaver while Proko had pulled the glass from his skin and wrapped the cuts.

It's when it had hit Ronan just how fiercely he needed the two boys, like they both called to different parts of him.

There's a crown hidden among the thorns and petals, but he doesn't point it out. Maybe it's more Kavinsky's symbol, but to Ronan it makes him think of them both; his princes. He tries to keep his voice casual when he looks over at Proko, a slight tilt of his head. His breath shakes a little, in a rush that's almost giddy. He wants him to hold his hand, but hasn't worked up the courage to ask for it yet.]

What do you think?

[dreamedboy]

[Prokopenko was happy to go with Ronan for his tattoo. Proko had one of his own but it was small, especially compared to what Ronan was planning on getting; a small K on his right thumb. It was absolutely a proof of ownership type of thing, but he didn't mind belonging to Kavinsky. The other boy had done a lot for him, gone above and beyond what the average person could offer. Sometimes, he still got unsteady about what he was--what Proko himself was, not Kavinsky being a dreamer--but not tonight.

Tonight he was here for Ronan, admiring the design of the tattoo he was going to get. It felt ambitious for someone's first one, but he wouldn't even dream of trying to talk Ronan out of it. The opposite, in fact; he fully supported him, and not just because the design was breathtaking. Ronan deserved to get what he wanted after what life had done to him. And even without that, Proko was a firm believer in people doing what made them happy, especially with their own bodies.

He nodded slowly, breaking into a smile as he reached over to skim his hand against the back of Ronan's head, almost like he'd been going to ruffle his hair, except for- well.]

It's great. Like, there's so much to it.

[He meant it in a good way. It was so intricate, so lovely.

He was also trying, he was really trying, not to be obvious about how he was appreciating Ronan without his shirt on. It wasn't like it was even the first time, he just- every time he saw an expanse of skin on either of his boys, he took a moment to admire it. It was more than just a shallow physical attraction though; he was deeply invested in both Ronan and Kavinsky. Fiercely loyal and protective.]

Are you nervous? I wouldn't blame you if you were.

[But that was a big chunk of why Proko was here; to be moral support. Some things were always scarier when you went through them alone and he didn't- Ronan shouldn't be alone.]