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[Adam is not terribly fond of posting on the network, where anyone can hear and respond, but this is kind of important. He doesn't sound nervous, just - very controlled as he jumps right into it.]

So, I know of at least a couple of people who were here in Hadriel before, left, and then came back. Neither of them have memories of their initial time here.

I'm interested in anyone else who's had the same thing happen, but - I guess this is also a warning. The Door must do something to us when we leave, something that makes us forget the things that happened here. It's up to you whether you think that's good or bad, but everyone deserves to know.

And if anyone has left and come back but does remember things, say something. So far this seems universal, but there's no way to be sure yet.

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I'd believe you. I know you don't lie. But I'd be scared.

[He speaks candidly, honest for the moment. He knows that he wouldn't want to believe what Ronan told him, that part of him would and the rest would be too afraid. But he'd believe that Ronan believed it, at the very least.]

You'd just have to be patient. Or you could take the easy route.

[He doesn't want to imagine a situation in which this could actually happening- Adam forgetting the last eight months, like Gansey, would be horrifically isolating. He'd do the best he could to fill him in and, of course, it would be better than Adam being gone for good, but he still doesn't like the idea.

Luckily, Adam gives him an out from the depressing conversation, and the corner of Ronan's mouth tugs upward in a knifelike smirk.]

Yeah? What's the easy route then, Parrish?

[He likes that smile, and he returns it with one of his own, though he doesn't try to match Ronan's danger. Adam is more amused, maybe a touch sly, teasing.]

What do you think? Kiss me until I believe you.

[He uncurls his legs, nudges Ronan's foot with his own.]

You can be pretty persuasive when you're motivated.

[Ronan arches an eyebrow and shifts forward, arranging his legs under him and crawling up the bed toward Adam. It's not exactly that he's planning anything, but rather, Adam is up there, and with all this talk of kissing, he wants to be up there with him.]

Might have to practice that one. Just in case it happens.

[He grins, moving over a little so there's more space for Ronan. It's not a small bed, and Adam isn't the type to sprawl out anyway, but why not be a little more welcoming? He likes having Ronan closer.]

Oh, yeah. Because you're well-known for being a shitty kisser and should definitely practice all you can.

[He rolls his eyes, plopping himself down next to Adam and leaning with his back against the headboard. The motion knocks their knees together, and Ronan stills for a moment, considering, before leaving it like that, just a small point of contact.]

Well, if you're going to be like that, maybe I won't practice on you.

[He stays like that too, not moving away, leaning in toward Ronan just a little. Subconsciously.]

Are you gonna practice on someone else? I'll warn you that 'no' is the only acceptable answer here.

Who would I practice on?

[Ronan asks him pointedly.]

I hate everyone.

[Adam swallows a laugh. He knows it's true.]

I don't know. Is hate-kissing a thing?

Not for me it isn't.

[Not even during some choice times in his life where it possibly could have been. It's just not the kind of person he is, for which everyone should probably be thankful.

But Ronan sets that aside and instead dips his knee over until it bumps against Adam's own, by means of getting the other boy's attention and focusing back on the conversation at hand.]

Can I?

[He turns a little toward Ronan, leaning against the headboard of his bed. As if Ronan had ever lost his attention, even for a moment. He nudges Ronan's knee in return, though he's still a bit shy about - well. All of this. But shy isn't the same as hesitant.]

Yeah.

[Permission granted, Ronan lets himself smile, like he's won something here somehow and slips forward to kiss him.

He knows that he probably doesn't have to ask. That Adam's answer is likely to be yes, always, after months of wanting and longer of waiting, but he likes asking. He likes the confirmation of where they are, of what Adam wants, of the fact that this is okay now. He likes giving Adam that power, making it clear that he has it, and letting him decide. He likes a lot of things.

He likes this. The kiss is light, sweet almost, and Ronan has kissed him harder than this but some part of him still enjoys this sort of thing- being gentle with him, careful, but sure all the same.]

[It's deeply unlikely Adam's answer will ever be no, but Adam still likes being asked. He likes the carefulness of it, uncontrolled Ronan respecting his boundaries enough to ask, to let him decide. He really can't imagine saying no, though.

He reaches to take Ronan's hand between his, tangling their fingers together as Ronan kisses him.]

Hmm. Okay, you're pretty good at that.

[He teases, just a little, and leans in for another kiss.]

Fuckhead.

[He says it affectionately though, and Ronan pecks back at the second kiss, squeezing Adam's fingers in his own. It doesn't take him long to remember that they're both sitting on Adam's bed and it still feels like too soon for things to grow more heated, and so he breaks away with a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and wraps his free arm around his knees.]

You'd probably freak out if I did that out of nowhere, though.

[The same way Ronan asked before kissing him, Adam isn't going to push for anything Ronan isn't comfortable with, so he doesn't go after another kiss or anything more. He keeps hold of Ronan's hand, though, wanting still to get used to this.]

I don't know. I knew you liked me - well, I thought you might, anyway. It wouldn't be such a shock.

[Though no doubt he'd be a little scared and a lot uncertain.]

What about you? Would you believe me if I told you, if you didn't remember?

[He kind of wants to be offended about the idea (or rather, the fact) that Adam knew, but it's difficult to care so much about his own damaged pride when Adam is next to him like this, with their fingers tangled together.

Nevertheless, Ronan makes an unintelligible grunt at the question, considering it for a moment.]

I guess so, yeah. After I made sure you weren't a dream.

I'd find a way to prove it. I have before.

[He lets his thumb drift across Ronan's fingers, stroking gently. He's curious, voice soft.]

Have you dreamed that before?

Dreamed what?

[He asks, tilting his head back.]

You in general, or you telling me about shit I don't remember?

Me in general, I guess.

[He looks at Ronan, a little worried that this is too personal, despite the fact they were just kissing.]

Or me telling you we're together.

Oh.

[That second part, he wasn't quite expecting, and Ronan isn't sure how to answer that. He presses his lips in a thin line, taking his hand away from Adam and leaning forward with his chest against his legs, arms casually draping over his knees.

That's not an easy question to answer.]

You in general, yes. [Even though it feels like a weakness somehow, admitting it, Ronan is honest. He's always going to be honest, but especially about something like this. Adam wants to know and there's no reason not to tell him, save for Ronan's pride and the vulnerability that comes with hinting at the depth of his feeling.]

You telling me- I mean... for starters, you're speaking Latin.

[As if that's going to deter it. Ronan glances back for a moment, meeting Adam's eyes before he cuts away, the corner of his mouth going a little tight- afraid, of course, but also a little darkly amused at the subject matter.]

-and, you know. Sometimes it's more implied.

[He did ask, and if it's - well, more of an answer than Adam expected, that doesn't mean he's disturbed by it. Or frightened. It gives him pause for a moment, though. He brings his own legs up, wrapping his arms around them now that Ronan's let go of his hand.

Then he looks at Ronan, speculatively. He wonders if Ronan thinks he's going to get a negative reaction.]

Sum tuus. Tibi sunt mea.

[He smiles, just a little. Come on, Ronan, he can speak Latin even outside your dreams.]

That kind of thing?

[And what can he even say, about - well - the rest of it? He's dreamed of Ronan. Knowing that Ronan has dreamed of him as well is flattering. More than flattering. He'll remember it, later.]

[He's honestly not sure what kind of reaction he's expecting. Ronan doesn't typically reveal private things very often, particularly details about his dreams. He knows that Adam can be shy, that Adam can be sweet- he doesn't know the rest of it. He wants to, he gets the feeling like he's going to learn sooner or later, but this sort of thing is still untreaded ground.

The Latin makes him crack into a small smile, and he nods in agreement, his posture loosening a little.]

Sum tuus.

[But yes, that kind of thing. The other part of Ronan's confession can go on without discussion for now, which he's thankful for. Adam still doesn't seem too put-out by it though, and so Ronan leans in again, bumping against Adam's shoulder in a reprimanding motion.]

You know damn well. [And then, just to make things fair-] What about you, hm? Your dreams?

[He laughs quietly, relaxing a little because Ronan smiled, because Ronan isn't getting angry. They're still feeling each other out, Adam knows. He doesn't have the first idea what Ronan will be like in a - in a relationship, if that is what they're doing, and he guesses it is. He doesn't know if Ronan will like the sort of boyfriend Adam is. They both have to figure these things out, and yeah, it makes Adam a little nervous sometimes.

But everything's all right for the moment. He raises an eyebrow at the question, lips quirking, amused.]

What about my dreams, Lynch? You want details?

[Because he's not sure either of them are ready for that. But Adam's always been a bit of a smartass with his friends. This is just a more teasing side of that.]

You've been in them, if that's what you're asking. Implying things.

[Well. Ronan did ask. But somehow, knowing that he's been in Adam's dreams, even if it's only implied to have been a more, uh- nonverbal dream, is a bit more than he'd bargained for.

Ronan doesn't flush easy- it's not that his complexion doesn't allow for it, but rather, he doesn't allow himself to feel embarrassed or shy about anything. But now, he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks and he clenches his teeth together to try and keep himself from any further stupid reactions, so this doesn't get out of hand.]

Maybe that is what I'm asking.

[His voice is low, and Ronan doesn't reach over to touch Adam again, but their closeness now is enough. He should probably make an exit soon. He doesn't want to, but he also is well aware that their playful banter might go a little far if he stays, especially considering the subject matter at hand.]

-you'd have to convince me that it wasn't a dream somehow. About- the earlier stuff, I mean.

[He looks at Ronan, a sidelong glance that takes in his posture, the faint flush on his pale skin, and it's going to take awhile before Adam can really believe that he's the one who can cause that sort of thing. It's a strange feeling, knowing that he, of all people, can throw Ronan off-balance a little. He likes it.]

I'll give you details someday. If you want.

[And he's pretty sure Ronan doesn't want that right now, which is good, because Adam doubts that he'd actually be able to. But someday, when they're more comfortable with each other - when they've figured things out - then, maybe. They haven't even talked about boundaries and caution and what they want. Adam can't push it too far. He accepts the change of subject that Ronan offers, leaving the rest behind, for the moment.]

Don't worry about that. I have plenty of other scars you haven't seen.

[His lips quirk at that, a touch bitter, but he's trying very hard to keep it light.]

Or I could tell you secrets. I think I could convince you I'm not one of your dreams.

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