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What?

[That's not what he said. He knows it's not, because it's not true. He wants to marry Adam with his whole heart.]

There's nothing I want more than to marry you.

[Ronan swallows a mouthful of blood, scrubbing at his eyes with his palms. Is he so bad at communicating? He'd said it as clearly as he knew how.]

It's just that if I marry you, I'm never going to touch another person. That's the whole point of it: To be yours, completely, forever. That's the vow. I know you don't care about the promise I make to God, but I care about the promise I make to you.

I, Adam, take you, Ronan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

[Adam recites the mentioned wedding vows, his fingers tapping on the side of his leg with each word he says.]

There's nothing in there about not touching anyone else... He's a part of us now but he doesn't make us less... Or our commitment less but you act like it does. Maybe adultery is a sin but so are a lot of other things we're guilty of. This is a good thing Ronan...

Why are you punishing yourself for having a good thing? Why'd you let me mess everything up if this is how...

[Adams voice tightens and he's not sure what he's trying to say anymore.]

Edited 2017-02-26 09:52 (UTC)

[Adam knows perfectly well that fidelity is implied by the word husband alone, but Ronan knows he's about to be hit with the sodomy card if he even attempts to argue canon. Yes, correct, he is going to Hell already. He's going straight to Hell. He will burn forever because he cannot and will never be able to love a woman the way he loves Adam.

That doesn't mean he gets a free pass to keep piling sins on top of sins.

More pressing than any of that, however:]

You didn't fucking mess everything up.

[God, what is it with Adam and Andyr both? As if Ronan fell into this arrangement without any idea what he was agreeing to.]

If I'd been faithful in the first place, you never would've doubted me. All you ever wanted to do was give me everything. And I love him, and I love you, and I don't need anything else. I'd sure as hell choose this over fucking up a sacrament.

[Even though, as he says it, Ronan's realizing he's losing it all. He's going to come out of this with none of it. No husband, no Adam, no Andyr, no home, no family. This, just now, he was his first and last chance to ever hear Adam recite a vow, and it was done in acrimony.

Ronan bows his head. His teeth hurt. His cheek feels swollen already. It's probably warm enough to sleep in one of the barns. Maybe even out in the fields. He still believes Andyr can love Adam the way he deserves. They'll realize it, too, once the burden is gone.]

We could have more but you won't let yourself. [Adam murmurs.his voice small and he doesn't even begin to fathom what Ronan's actually thinking because their minds had diverged. Ronans pushing himself away and Adam has been trying to tie them closer.]

Why can't you just let yourself have everything and be happy?

Because my happiness isn't about having everything.

[Is that something that someone like Adam - who has always lived in state of constant need and who's driven by ambition above all - can possibly understand?]

Religion's a joke to you, I get it, but I'd be fucking out of control without it. A thing like me... I can take everything I want. Do you know what Kavinsky does? He kills the people in his life who don't act like he wants them to and replaces them with dreams. That's what it looks like when monsters like us do whatever the fuck we want.

All the stupid rules you laugh about are the only things keeping me sane. And I know I'm not perfect, and no matter how hard I try, I'm never going to be good. But if I let myself have more and more and more, where does it end?

Look how much I've ruined already, just allowing myself to have this. I'm losing both of you.

[Most of it Adam can understand but there's points that don't meet. A lot points that dont meet. He pushes down the urge to tell Ronan what he wants because trying to get what he wants is what gets them into these messes. He should keep his mouth shut for everyone's good.]

You're not losing anyone, you idiot. You're just.. [He bites his tongue to cut off the rest of the sentence.]

You're never losing me. [Even so Adam feels the hope he has for some of his own dreams dying a little. Ronan's too set in his ways, his illogical black and whites with only the greys he deems good enough to be seen.]

[Ronan shakes his head, and he realizes his neck aches, too. Andyr did a fine job making him feel as rotten on the outside as on the inside.]

Just because you're trapped with me doesn't mean I can't lose you.

[He knows Adam well enough to know he's already pulling away, packing up his feelings like he's packing a suitcase. A person can be near and still be far away. How many times has Ronan watched him do this with Gansey?]

I'm not trapped! [Adam frowns and he exhales heavily. He's not trapped and he needs Ronan like he needs air. Its just that it's like his lungs are raw inside and breathing in hurts for the moment.]

You'll never lose me. I'm yours forever even if we never get stupid married or anything. [the words are quiet and small and maybe the closest he'll honestly come to verbalizing the amount of hurt and upset the refusal to marry him is causing. It wasn't an outright rejection but then again it was.

If Adam was good enough, pure enough or whatever Ronan would marry him. But Adam had dragged ronan down into the dirt with him, sex, a third partner... It's all Adam even if Ronan tries to make it all about himself and his mistakes. If Adam had just been better... They could be married. But he's not good enough. He probably never was.

Adam bites down on his lip hard, savoring the sharp pain as he does and focusing on it to clear his head.]

Adam.

[The words may be quiet and small, but Ronan hears them very loudly.]

Why would you want to marry me at all?

Because.

[it's a difficult question to find words/I> good enough to answer.]

Because marriage is forever and we are forever... It's a stupid ceremony especially for us since we are already part of the same soul... And Andyr is a part of our whole heart but... [words he can't do them and he feels his throat tighten too much and he rubs one of his hands over his eyes to erase unbidden tears.]

[The words say enough to Ronan. Because I want to, Adam's really saying. Because it means something to me. And that can be reason enough. Because Ronan doesn't care about what Ronan wants, but he cares very much about what Adam wants.]

I didn't even know this mattered to you.

[ It doesn't matter, in a way to Adam. It only became something that mattered to him because it's something that matters to Ronan. Stil, it is important to Adam now, there's something about it that became tied to his worthiness which might not be the most healthy of things.

Still, what he said he meant. Marriage in and of itself is something to him that is an outward symbol of them being one where he knows they already are without the ceremonial pomp and glamour. ]

Why wouldn't it matter to me?

Because of what we are.

[Ronan himself doesn't know exactly how he means that. Because they're boys, and the world has always said that marriage isn't for them. Because they're opposites, and a peaceful union is probably impossible between such disparate individuals. Because they're magicians, and they're racing toward an untimely end.

Because they're cursed, and they're already united in deeper ways than a marriage can ever bind two people. They might as well have been married the day Adam sacrificed himself.]

[ Adam shrugs a shoulder at that answer. ]

Don't you want to at least try to believe in forever?

Yes.

[He wants to. So badly.]

Do you get the difference between our heart and our soul?

[ Adam asks quietly because it's important that Ronan gets it. There's so much they fail to understand about each other constantly but he needs Ronan to understand this. ]

No.

[That may be the problem with Ronan. Between the two of them, he's not sure he feels a distinction. He couldn't say for sure if that's a character flaw on his part or something that only began when the essence of the Greywaren's heart and mind ensnared pieces of Adam's soul.]

[ Adam sighs because he should have expected that. He furrows his brow and tries to think of how to put it into words that Ronan would actually understand. ]

Our soul is like the root of our tree. There's only you and me. Our hearts are bigger than just our soul and it grows and branches and that's... Andyr's a very special branch of our heart but he's not a part of our soul.

[Ronan appreciates the strange metaphor, mostly because it's in Ronan language. He knows what Adam's trying to say. He knows, also, that God would refuse this as an excuse for infidelity.

But God's will, as always, pales in the face of Adam's.]

I can't live without either of you. Adam, I'm in love with him. Really in love with him, and I want you to be, too. I want him to love us and I want us together. Tell me what to do to make it happen. How do I keep us whole?

[ Adam already knew it but there's an odd feeling inside at hearing Ronan say that out loud. It's not quite jealousy or maybe it's an echo of jealousy. It's hard to feel certain. He looks down at his hands finally dropping his legs down so he's not so curled in on himself. ]

We've been telling you, Ronan.

[ it is, actually, the first time andyr's ever punched ronan in any kind of serious. they'd play fought before, wrestled around, sparred even, but the only kind of serious aggression andyr'd directed towards ronan was a rough shove, or a toss into a bath tub. this is something entirely different, a hurt and a sadness that andyr couldn't swallow, overwhelming into frustration, that boiled up into fury instead, as many things tend to do. the same way all of them tend to hand emotions, really, but the difference being, violence is a language andyr speaks more often than english, these days. he'd burned out the parts of him that wanted to accept things like hurt and fear, and trained his body and mind to translate it into adrenaline and rage, visceral and bloody. he'd hurt, and instead of weeping, he'd find the closest thing and shred it, because that's what life in hapsburg meant. if you're wounded, you're prey.

it storms in him the entire trek downstairs, andyr's blood is hot and boiling, his hands twitching with a want to sink into something warm and human and rend it. to destroy and shatter, leaving a wake of ruin that's some kind of physical out-pour of what tangled mess is aching in his chest right now. he makes it all the way to his room, ready to grab up his backpack and be gone for a week or so, when his eyes land on the dreamcatcher hanging over his bed. the note still dangling from it, from ronan. the memory of that first night in his tent, sharing stories, talking about the tattoo on the inside of his eyelid. ronan's quiet fears whispered between them. the nights they'd spent cuddled together, waiting for death to creep in. he loves that boy more than life itself, so deeply it chokes him. and he'd just hit him, as if he was any other tech or guard from the houses.

for a long moment, he's staring at it, the feathers twisting and turning delicately, as he near on hyperventilates. god, he'd fucked up. he'd fucked up so, so bad. once feeling comes back to his limbs, andyr moves, in a panicked hurry, gathering up a few things. firstly, petra, the kitten giving an annoyed mewl as he drags her out of the covers she'd nested in, and then he's bounding upstairs, towards the kitchen, ignoring anyone else he runs into on the way, looking pale and in distress, but all he grabs from the fridge is a handful of ice, wrapped up in a thin cloth, before heading for the stairs again, upward, back to ronan's room. and there, he halts, listening. he hears the last few pieces of their conversation, adam's explanation about the tree, the difference with heart and soul. ronan saying 'I can't live without either of you, Adam, I'm in love with him, and that emotion wells up in his chest again, a lump in his throat, like it had that day in the field when he'd first said it. after a second or two, andyr takes a deep breath, and steps in, apologies falling from him as he deposits the gathered items in their places. ]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that was stupid, and I'm stupid, and I wasn't thinking. [ petra is placed in adam's lap quickly, and then he moves to ronan, putting the bag of ice down in front of him, and immediately moving back, as if his proximity would offend. or threaten. or anything. andyr shuffles off to the side, and sits, legs tugged to his chest as he'd done before, equidistant from both boys, before he whispers, quiet but audible. ] And I love you.

[ he feels a shame in saying that, like he doesn't have the right after hitting him. after bringing all this up. ]

I'm sorry I said it too. I was scared. [ 'it' being what ronan told him in confidence. being scared doesn't excuse letting that out, but he wants ronan to know it wasn't something he'd been planning on doing. it just came out, like the punch, like so many other stupid things he does without letting his brain turn back on first. for a moment he's silent, breathing heavily, like he's on the verge of panic attack, and honestly, he sort of is. this is what happens when he derails from the process of Fury, Ruin, Burn and takes the split second to linger on one of these more painful emotions, rather than blaze past it. there's things he needs to say, so he starts rambling, eyes glued on a piece of floor some foot or so aware from his sneakers, voice an unsteady thing and words all strung together and rushed. ]

You live in the time when people still thought same sex marriages should be illegal, right? In a hundred years from your time, people'll think that concept's barbaric, Catholics included. [ things he'd picked up on listening to adam's arguments. he's not sure if it makes a difference, but he's trying. a hand against his chest clutches at his father's dogtags, always dangling from his neck. he'd been the religious one in their family, the one with spiritual certainty when andyr just hadn't quite been able to get it. ronan reminds him so much of his dad some days, and he feels the cold metal of the tags pressed into his palm, wishing so badly that he could have him now. ] If God created this world, and man, and life, and magic, then God created your dad, and your dad's powers, and so, created you and yours. He created your heart too, because you're made up of blood and bone and earth.

[ things stefan prince had told him, some late night when they floated in his old boat, out in the new orleans port, staring at the stars and letting the waves rock them. ]

If you feel linked to Adam in a way that's deeper than blood, something that's part of your soul, that isn't man's territory. That's God's. So is love. How arrogant is it for man to think we could create something that perfect all on our own? [ andyr swallows, voice hitching, and he lifts his eyes to ronan finally, blinking at him with sorrow and fear and guilt in his eyes still. ] Faith is more than just following rules. God didn't spend all that time creating things as complex as hearts and minds just for you to ignore them.

[Ronan hadn't actually expected Andyr to return. He'd been fairly certain Andyr left the house, and thought possibly that he'd left it forever. So his eyes go wide as he watches Andyr walk in, making obeisance to the both of them. He doesn't reach for the ice yet, too transfixed by Andyr's speech, all spoken as if on a single breath.

It's not wrong. It's probably not wrong. No one but God knows for sure. But...]

Andyr, what the fuck?

[Ronan has so many reasons to be pissed off right now, he's having trouble picking which one to focus on. Then he glances at Adam and immediately knows where to start.]

You don't fucking do this shit, man. Especially not in front of Adam. Jesus fucking Christ...

[He can still taste blood in his mouth.]

[ the words aren't unexpected, and andyr's braced for them, accepting it, because ronan's right. it's fucked up, he shouldn't ever do that to someone he loves, this isn't fucking hapsburg where he can turn on someone for breathing a word he doesn't like and punch them through a wall without it mattering at all. those people were never important to him. he can't just give up on the want to process a problem and dismiss it like that. it isn't just him in his little bubble of hell anymore. ]

I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Adam. I didn't--

[ he doesn't even know how to explain this, what he'd done and why he'd done it and why that anger led to him just snapping, particularly at ronan, who'd never earn this kind of reaction at him before. his mouth works a moment, vague sounds coming from him in an attempt to say something, anything. in the end, he gives up, voice coming out pathetic, and weak, thick with self-loathing and guilt. ]

I tried to tell you. When we started this. I fucking tried to, Ronan, you kept saying it's fine, but it's not. [ he is not fine. not the 'not fine' that adam and ronan are, having gone through harrow experiences and facing death. he is purposefully, intentionally, created into this patched together, collage of pieces of a person, where he'd cut out holes and both andyr and the people holding him tried to fill them up with something vicious on a monolithic scale. how does he even tell them that? that he wanders this house, still, and the lack of chains on his ankles, the lack of bars on the windows and doors, makes him feel like he's crawling inside his skin, some ticking bomb left inside a goddamn daycare. ] I'm not--

I'm not just sad, or angry, or desperate. I sat in a cell, for six fucking years, and I killed everything in my head that I didn't need. [ impulse control, the little voice in the back of his head that says 'bad idea, what about consequences', the safety stop that demands he think about an action before he lets it happen. unchecked anger and fear and panic, and andyr doesn't know terms like 'PTSD' to assign to it - the harsh reactions, the backwards emotional responses, crying when he's happy, violence when he's sad, paranoia when it's too quiet. the nightmares, the flashbacks, a simple word or brush of contact or scent that reminds him of something, and then it's like his rationality shuts off. only what he'd drilled into his mind in the constant attempts to rewire his brain and body, into something like this. exactly what'd happened here - this terrifying force that would rip through whatever offended him, and leave fear and anger and disgust behind him. ] Every time I came out, someone died. This is what I do. I've tried to fix it, but it doesn't fucking work. I'm still fucked in the head, and I tried to tell you that.

Edited 2017-02-28 17:43 (UTC)

[ Adam lifts his shoulders dismissively and honestly he's not really wanting to talk about it much right now. He's only half listening, petting Petra and staring at the kitten. It's not that he doesn't care. He cares a lot he's just doesn't want to have this talk right now and he doesn't want to have to fight more after the fight that he'd just had with Ronan.

Ronan gets to handle this because Adam is being obtuse and just focusing on the kitten. ]

[Adam's shutting down. Ronan can see it. And though Ronan has it in him to yell at Andyr all night, until it's drilled into his head that there's never going to be any excuse for frightening Adam, he knows it's not the right course of action now. Loud voices will make it worse. The only way to bring Adam back is to make it safe again.]

Shut up, Andyr.

[He sounds more exasperated than angry now.]

I don't care what you do, as long as you don't do it in front of Adam. You've already managed not to kill us all, so you can handle this. Now chill out and stop making so much noise.

[Andyr's hardly the only one in the room suffering from PTSD. Ronan turns to Adam again, brushing his palm lightly along Adam's arm in a reassuring caress. He's admonishing Andyr, but all of this is his own fault, really. He's been failing in his promise to give Adam everything. He should never have said anything to Andyr. They would have all been better off if Ronan had stayed away entirely, Adam and Andyr free to pursue their romance without him.]

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