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The bed in Ronan's room on Cabeswater Farms was currently occupied by two boys. Two men, really. They were both in shorts, the taller bare-chested and flat on his back with one arm flung out and serving as a pillow to the smaller one who was curled on his side, a loose t-shirt hanging from his frame. The floor was covered in loose papers, each of them scribbled upon in ink and dirt and blood. A rock tablet was propped against the wall, bearing an ornate lemniscate that seemed burned into the stone.

A raven sat atop another, similar stone, her talons curled over the edges as she watched over the sleeping men.

The forest whispered around them and, deep, deep within its branches, within that nook reserved for dreaming, they were stretched upon a bed of moss on their bellies with flowers at their fingertips. They wore more clothing in this world though it was difficult to identify any material or any specifics at all. It was an unimportant detail in comparison to the rest, to the lines in the dirt and on the moss, the careful arrangement of flower petals and leaves and grass.

Ronan drew another long, sweeping line in the dirt and then sat up, wiping his hand across his thigh as he crossed his legs under him.

The air around them shimmered with designs, each of them exact copies of one another, the curves and angles glittering under the sun that peeked in through the trees. With that same finger, Ronan touched one. It shuddered slightly but remained hanging in the air and Ronan looked to Adam.

His voice was careful when he spoke, confident but not pushy. "Think you're ready?"

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"It's a fucking dream," Ronan pointed out, the words biting but his tone anything but. "We make the rules."

And he started then, quietly and without any fanfare. After all their experimenting, all the drafts and re-drafts and changes, Ronan had the design memorized. Could literally draw it in his sleep. He started at the point just below Adam's nape, smoothing black ink into the skin with swipe after swipe.

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"You've always made your own rules," Adam agreed. At this point, it seemed as if his job was to get comfortable while the Greywaren dreamed. It felt odd that he could close his eyes while he was already asleep and all of this was a dream, but he did. Adam relaxed again into the moss, breathing slowly and simply waiting. Simply being.

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Adam had a point, though Ronan only smirked in response, and shrugged. The statement wasn't untrue, especially when it came to dreams, and Ronan wasn't about to feel guilty for it.

What rules Ronan didn't make himself, he felt free to break. And even those he often bent.

He continued his work, trailing his fingers in a deliberate path between Adam's shoulder blades. He was no artist, but Cabeswater knew where the lines should be and bled ink into Adam's skin accordingly. It blossomed like a watercolor painting, melting thick and thin lines, shimmering and pliable though Ronan had no doubt they would become as permanent as his own once they woke.

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Cabeswater understood and it strove to make them happy. Ronan more so than Adam, he thought, but it still knew that Adam's happiness tended to mean Ronan's. He trusted Ronan and Cabeswater both to realize the vision they'd brought together.

Adam imagined that he could feel the lines over his back, tingling rather than hurting. Or maybe that was just how it felt to have Ronan's fingers along his skin.

"How's it look?"

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"Like shit," Ronan replied, not a lie but a joke. It was a quiet one though and Ronan glanced upward a moment as he painted another line, lips tugging upward into a half grin.

In truth, it looked incredible. Winding and intricate, similar to Ronan's but not as harsh. There was a lightness to Adam's design, a hopefulness where Ronan's tattoo was one of rage and despair. Somehow, though, that seemed appropriate. Adam had earned his hope just as Ronan had earned his rage.

His fingers continued to work as he asked, "How's it feel?"

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"Ass," Adam said again. He twisted, not to look at the tattoo but to look up at Ronan, mouth working into a smile. "It feels warm, but that could just be you." It was always easy to imagine Ronan running hotter than anyone else, fueled by temper and power, even though any doctor might have pronounced him ordinary and human.

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Again, Ronan smirked, glancing up once more from the design he quietly continued tracing into existence. This was only the first step; the second would be more difficult but Ronan wasn't worried.

"You callin' me hot, Parrish?" he asked, curling his other hand higher up Adam's side and giving a light squeeze.

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Adam's shoulder twitched, like he was considering giving Ronan a swat, before going still again. Ronan was talking and making jokes but Adam wondered how much of this consumed his attention, if he only made it look easy.

"I'd better think you're hot by now," he said, smile holding on. If not for the delicate magic being worked onto his skin, he would have rolled over and tugged Ronan down for a kiss, enjoying their idyllic dream world.

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He wouldn't voice it, not now, but he had often wondered when Adam had started looking at him differently. Because there was no way Adam felt attracted to him at the start, not with the way they'd fought, the way Ronan had resisted even welcoming Adam into the small bubble of Ronan-and-Gansey.

Then again, he'd always been attracted to Adam. At least physically.

Maybe Adam had felt similarly?

"Sure put up with a lot if I repulse you," he agreed with his own smirk, confident that wasn't the case at all. He worked his fingers lower, down the knobs of Adam's spine, black dream ink spreading over pale, freckled skin. He smoothed his other hand higher up Adam's side and let out a breath. "Nearly done."

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Longer than Ronan was likely to believe. Adam had always looked at them, Gansey and Ronan. He had always admired the way that Ronan's eyelashes shadowed his cheeks, the way the fine bones of his face made a noble profile. He just hadn't understood what it signified to look until realizing that Ronan was looking at him and Ronan was always honest, even in his silences.

"I put up with a lot 'cause I love you," he said, letting his accent drawl out for once, a private little game. "Should I be quiet?"

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There was a hint of a familiar drawl in Adam's voice then, a reminder of where they came from, of a home that Ronan would always miss even as Adam was happy to see it gone. He smiled quietly at the sound of it and bent forward, presssing a kiss to an unmarked knob of Adam's spine.

His skin glimmered there for a moment, a shadow of ink that drifted away within seconds as Ronan sat back up.

"Only if you want to," he said, admiring his handiwork for a moment, and scrutinizing, searching for withered lines and forgotten details. It looked just as he remembered, just as they'd practiced time and time again, lines dark and swirling against Adam's tanned skin. "You ready to wake up?"

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"I'm never ready to wake up," Adam said, smiling over his shoulder again. In Darrow, that was less true and Adam's dark circles were less prominent, but he'd never stop being the kind of person who treasured sleep when he got the opportunity.

But he did want to see the final work, so he nodded. "Are you?"

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Ronan smirked at the comment, comforted that here in Darrow, Adam actually had time to sleep. It was still precious to him, but it didn't mean the same that it once had.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he said, giving Adam's side a light pat before stretching out alongside him in the grass. He stayed close, one leg hooked over Adam's, his hand spread wide over Adam's arm and their faces a breath away. "It looks badass," he said then, lips tugged in a wicked sort of grin, a secret between them that wouldn't stay a secret much longer.

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Adam smiled and tilted his head, kissing that wicked, secretive smile. That smile was a secret they kept between themselves. The world saw plenty like it, but Adam was the only one who got this smile, this Ronan who was close enough to fill his vision.

"I'm ready," he said, eyes lingering on Ronan's for just a moment before he let them drift closed. Adam was never certain that leaving a dream was his own will or Ronan's, but he waited.

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Ronan took a moment to just look at him, admiring the slope of his nose and the scattering of freckles across his chin and wondered, not for the first time, why a boy like Adam wanted anything to do with a monster like Ronan. How he could trust so thoroughly, especially with something like this.

It was a trust Ronan would never take lightly.

He let his own eyes slip shut then as he pulled in a deep breath, his hand still lightly curled over Adam's arm. And then he let it happen.

There was no Orphan Girl in Darrow, no one to chase into consciousness. Here, he'd learned to do it on his own, the mossy ground disappearing beneath them little by little, replaced by a soft bedspread, rocks by pillows. Ronan remained hovering for a moment, outside himself as dream locked into reality, fingertips tingling with warmth.

When he opened his eyes, his ceiling was above him and he turned his head toward Adam, brow furrowed with anticipation.

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Adam would disagree. He would always disagree. In his mind, Adam would always be the monstrous one and Ronan the gifted dreamer. He recognized in the back of his thoughts that Ronan might forever see their positions as reversed and that probably explained a great deal of what they saw in the other.

Ronan pulled them out gently, like Adam was at the bottom of a lake and Ronan was tugging them out, careful to avoid the pressure. Adam felt the worlds and textures shift, felt himself rising out of sleep. Instinct told him to nuzzle into Ronan's chest, try to avoid it at all costs even as his mind came further awake and he remembered this wasn't an ordinary sleep.

Eyes opening, he looked up to Ronan.

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Beside him, Adam shifted, slowly stirring awake against Ronan's chest.

His fingers still tingled, buzzing with a strange, muted sort of electricity and, once he was able, Ronan lifted it. Held it up as though he might see the remnants of ink he'd left on Adam's back in his dream.

Dropping it back to the bed, he pulled in a breath before nuzzling at Adam's hair. He slid his other hand up Adam's back, over where there should now be markings, though Ronan couldn't tell from his angle. His voice was groggy and saturated with sleep when he asked, 'Feel any different?'

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"Sleepy," Adam said, because he always was, even as he sank back into his own body and the world gained increasing clarity. Ronan stirred next to him and Adam took a moment to enjoy the sound that filled his good ear, the rustling of sheets and his arm falling back into the mattress. The nuzzling to his hair made Adam reluctant to move but he made himself, laying flat on his stomach, head turned to look at Ronan.

"How's it look?"

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For a moment, Ronan didn't answer. Didn't move. As many times as they'd experimented and tested this, as certain as Ronan had been that it would work, there was still a sliver of doubt.

At the very least, Adam wasn't in pain right now. Even if he'd made some kind of miscalculation, even if he'd fucked it up somehow, Adam was breathing and smiling. He was okay. They were okay.

So he pulled in a breath and sat up, skimming his hand over Adam's back once more as he pushed himself up enough to see.

It looked just exactly as they'd planned, dark lines winding and trailing over Adam's tanned skin, the design just exactly as it'd been in the dream, simple and intricate both at once. Ronan let out a breath of relief and admiration, his lips quirking into a grin as he touched again, lighter this time. "Like shit," he finally answered, the tease clear in his tone as he bent to replace his fingers with his lips at the high point of Adam's nape, right where the very edges of the tattoo crept to an end.

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"Jerk," Adam said. He arched his back a little, trying to look over his shoulder as best he could. At best, he could see crisp lines sneaking over his shoulder but not the formation they made.

Still. He knew that Ronan dreamed amazing things. Even in that little sliver, Adam could see it and he turned back to Ronan, smiling.

"Thank you."

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There wasn't any way Adam could see much of the tattoo himself, of course, but his smile was still wide and bright when he turned it back on Ronan.

Something about it made Ronan's skin feel too tight and too warm and he slid off the bed as he curled a hand around Adam's wrist, lightly tugging him to his feet. The nearest mirror was in the other room, the bathroom, and Ronan led him in there, grabbing the small handheld he used for shaving his head out of a drawer.

"Here," he said when Adam was turned to face him, his back toward the wall mirror.

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There was a strange, Christmas-morning sort of excitement as Ronan pulled him along and Adam laughed. He felt warm in his own skin, all of his mind quickly flickering back awake as anticipation overtook grogginess.

"Okay," he said, letting out a nervous breath. Taking the hand mirror, Adam held it up, taking a second to orient himself to the opposite motions of his reflection before he could see it. The tattoo sprawled over his upper back, elegant but also a little fierce, a little protective.

"It's perfect."

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He watched as Adam twisted slightly to position himself, watched his eyes rake over the reflection of the tattoo that crawled over his skin.

He held his breath.

And let it out when Adam spoke again. "It's fucking perfect," he agreed, stepping in closer then, something like adrenaline zinging through his veins as he slid a hand up Adam's bare side. Though it wasn't a branding, it was a product of Ronan's self etched forever into Adam's skin. And Adam had wanted it.

Ronan curled his other hand around Adam's wrist and leaned in that bit further, taking Adam's mouth in a kiss as he pressed close, pinning him to the edge of the sink.

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Adam could see the exact moment when satisfaction turned into desire and he welcomed the kiss. The pressure of Ronan's body against his was perfect, practically all of it skin to skin. There was so much magic in the world that Adam knew now but none of it felt anything like the magic of being kissed, being loved and desired.

He slid a hand up Ronan's bare back, tracing the tattoo that was already there, fingers tangling at his nape.

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There was no hesitance in Adam's touch, no tensing of his muscles or pushing away. Instead, he slid his hands up Ronan's bare back to pull him closer, fingers tangling at the loose hairs of Ronan's nape.

And Ronan breathed into the kiss, hunger and affection pouring out of him in equal amounts, his heart tight in his chest and skin buzzing.

Slowly, he eased back after a moment, nerves still thrumming as he brushed another kiss and opened his eyes to meet Adam's. "Now you look as badass as your boyfriend," he said with a smirk, nudging his nose playfully.