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revivalproject2021-08-14 11:49 pm
burnyoudown) wrote in revivalproject2021-08-14 11:49 pm
Video | Open | cw: drugs
[The video opened to, well, a wall and part of the ceiling and not actually Kavinsky, but he was there, evident by the curl of smoke from off-screen.]
You ever miss shit? Like weed or whatever you're into? I doubt this place has drugs around every corner.
[If it did, he wouldn't be sitting there right now, making this video.]
I could change that if anyone was interested. There's no money here, so I guess I'd be doing it for favors.
[But not out of the goodness of his heart. According to some people, he didn't have any of that.]
Don't worry about that part too much; I'm a reasonable guy. [He didn't even know what he'd ask of someone right now, but it was good to make connections, to be able to say you owe me if the time came.]
And don't be shy. I won't judge you for whatever shit you like getting high on.
You ever miss shit? Like weed or whatever you're into? I doubt this place has drugs around every corner.
[If it did, he wouldn't be sitting there right now, making this video.]
I could change that if anyone was interested. There's no money here, so I guess I'd be doing it for favors.
[But not out of the goodness of his heart. According to some people, he didn't have any of that.]
Don't worry about that part too much; I'm a reasonable guy. [He didn't even know what he'd ask of someone right now, but it was good to make connections, to be able to say you owe me if the time came.]
And don't be shy. I won't judge you for whatever shit you like getting high on.
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[And then he ends the call. He does keep an eye on the post, though. Mostly out of curiosity rather than anything.
He's back about ten minutes later, giving the other boy a warm smile as he walks into the theater, Jack's leash looped around his wrist. He bends down to unclip it, letting the puppy bolt over to K, as if it had been ages since he'd seen him last, and not a half hour. He smiles at them fondly, hanging the leash up as he wanders over to join them, tossing his leather jacket on one of the stadium benches.]
We should probably dream better locks for this place, though, if you're going to be selling to people. And I didn't want to jump in without talking to you first, but I'll vouch for you, if you want. Might make them back off a little about how you do it.
[He slides up behind him, leaning his head against his shoulder, his fingers lingering against his hips. Soft affection- like touching him is easy.]
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There was a small table next to him, tall enough to be out of reach of Jack, with a couple of neatly labeled baggies full of blunts on it. One bag was labeled pedestrian and the other simply with a K, whatever that meant.
He looked up when Ronan came in, grinning and sliding out of his seat to greet the puppy, ruffling his ears.]
Hey there, you cute little shit.
[After a couple of pets and behind the ear scratches, he pushed himself up to his feet, brushing his hands off on his pants to get rid of any lingering puppy fur.]
Probably should. [He agreed.] Maybe a whole security system. [Just to be safe.
Humming softly, he settled his hands over Ronan's, relaxed.]
You'd get tangled up in this mess for me? [Normally, he'd say something about the legal repercussions, but he doubted they had to worry about that here. Besides, that had never stopped him before, but also before Ronan had never been involved.] It's a lot harder to play it off as having sources and connections here.
[Considering there...were no sources or connections. People were going to know something was up with him; it wasn't like he could pass it off as having built a drug lab or something. There just weren't the resources here. Probably. He hadn't looked into it.]
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[He considers thoughtfully, not quite sure what sort of security system would work best. But while he hadn't been too worried about it at the beginning, it was different when they were starting to make this place into something like a home, and there was Jack, too. And just the general thought of making sure that they were safe when they were dreaming.
K settles his hands over Ronan's, and it makes him fluster a little, brightens his smile. He'd never had something like this before, but he likes it. He nuzzles into the side of his neck, not quite kissing the skin, but just- he likes being close like this. He's tactile, and less afraid of admitting it. There are still moments where shame and guilt spark in his veins, but they aren't things that linger.]
Yeah, I don't mind. A little bit, at least. Not like there's cops to worry about.
[He wasn't quite ready to tell Kavinsky about how his father made his money, but Ronan wasn't exactly opposed to the thought of profiting from dreams. He laces their fingers together, humming in agreement as the other boy mentions that it's harder to play it off as sources and connections. Which made sense, since it wasn't like people would assume he had a whole network of illicit contacts back in Jersey, or anywhere else on this literal alien planet. There just wasn't the ability to run that sort of web in this place.]
Seems like people assume some sort of magic. Which isn't bad, as long as we keep them from putting together too many details. [He grins against his skin.] Maybe we oughta get you a wand, Josy.
[His tone is teasing, a little experimental: like he's not quite sure if he'll hate the nickname or not. But he can only keep using his last name for so long, and it seemed a little sweeter than Joey.]
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[When he could actually think seriously and come up with some ideas to bounce off Ronan. Maybe they could collaborate on something. But they definitely needed something to keep them safe and make sure nothing happened to Jack. They'd only had the puppy for a little while, but Kavinsky would literally kill someone or something for the dog. The same went for Ronan.
The people here seemed nice so far, but that wasn't a good enough reason to trust them yet.
He almost lost his train of thought when Ronan nuzzled his neck, practically melting against him.]
I'd appreciate it, but you don't have to. [He was letting Ronan have an out if he wanted it, if he didn't really want to get involved with K's attempted drug business. But if Ronan was sure, Kavinsky wouldn't stop him.]
People assuming it's magic is already bad enough, isn't i- [He stopped mid-sentence as soon as his brain caught up with what Ronan had said. His high ass mistook 'Josy' for 'Joey' at first and his mood nearly soured. His parents were the only ones who called him Joey, and that was the entire reason why he hated it. But it wasn't the same--it was new, in fact, and he mulled it over for a minute.]
If you start calling me Josy I'm gonna start calling you Ro.
[He wasn't protesting though; if he'd hated it he would have immediately made a fuss. If anything, it made him feel...special? Something like that. A nickname was more personal than calling each other by their last names, and it felt like the next step in whatever their relationship was.]
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[He grins at the way that K almost melts against him. He can't help the way that it makes him feel pleased every time he can manage to pull a reaction from him like this, see him melt a little the way Ronan does. He always feels so overwhelmed when he touches him or kisses him, so it's just nice when he flips the tables a little.
He wants to bite him. But he also wants him to listen to what he's saying, so he holds off for the moment, just nuzzles at his skin and pretends he isn't a little more feral than Declan had ever been comfortable with. Still impulsive, just differently. He does want to bite him, though.]
I don't mind. I.. I don't want you to be in this alone. So I'll help if I can. I'm not good at the stuff you are, but if I can vouch for you or something like that, I will. [He flushes a little, shrugs his shoulders like he's aware that there's something almost illicit about that declaration. The way that it sounds a lot like some sort of loyalty. Like what he's really saying is this: you and I, together.]
Back home you'd have your pack.
[People to look out for him, is what he means. Ronan would honestly break someone's face for hurting K, but he doesn't say that. Instead he just grins when Kavinsky- Josy- doesn't protest the nickname and just mentions that he gets to call him Ro. He murmurs a little, the sound of it easy with approval.]
I think I like it, if you're saying it.
[And then he bites him.
Not too hard- not quite enough to bleed, but enough to sting a little, to leave a mark just above his tee-shirt, enough for it to be something Ronan can see on his skin for a while. If he didn't know better, K might think Ronan was being possessive. He might think that talking about the drugs and restarting his empire left Ronan with the idea of Kavinsky as Dark King of Henrietta. Stirred thoughts of the other sorts of indulgences he was known for in that list of drugs, sex and cars. Few people saw Ronan as the possessive type, now or even later, but then few people knew him.
He drags his lips against where the mark lingers against his skin; a proper kiss this time. And even if the other boy can't see his smile it's there in the was his breath quickens.]
But I think you were offering to get me high.
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[But pretty much everything Ronan was saying right now sounded good. Even calling him Josy. He especially appreciated that, when given the choice, Ronan didn't shy away from wanting to help him out. Loyalty meant everything to Kavinsky; it was all he really asked of people. He wanted to know that someone would have his back, that he could rely on them.]
Okay. [He'd let Ronan help out then, vouch for him.] You know, you could be part of the pack, too. I've wanted you to be for a long time.
[He made it sound a little like people were joining a cult instead of just becoming close friends with him, but when he sometimes called himself a god or a king, was there really much of a difference? There was no leaving once you were in though, not without incurring Kavinsky's wrath. You didn't just stop being part of the pack.
He was about to say something about how he thought he liked Josy too, but only when Ronan was saying it, when Ronan bit him. His pulse spiked and he moaned, completely unashamed, as his eyes fluttered closed. Instinctively, he pressed against the other boy. It was enough to make him briefly forget what they'd been talking about, and anything about offering Ronan some weed.]
Fuck. Was I?
[He was half-tempted to ask him to bite him again.]
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It's not that I don't want to--
[Kavinsky moans and fuck but the sound goes right through him. He's still musing on that question about being part of the pack, because he doesn't know how to say it right. He doesn't know if he should say it. Because he thinks he wants more than that, even if he doesn't quite know what more looks like. But he likes that he's Josy, even if it doesn't make the other boy feel like any less of a King. But he doesn't know how to explain any of that, especially not now when his heartbeat feels uneven against his ribs.
The way that Josy presses back against him is helplessly distracting. He'd been pulling away specifically because he knew just how easy it was to let his focus narrow down to the other teen if he kept touching him, even when it was just kisses. And this is- more.]
Yeah, you were. Though I'll bite you again after if you like that.
[He says it like it's supposed to be teasing, a joke- but his fingers slide up, pressing against the mark his teeth left on the skin of K's neck and it's not a joke at all. The touch lingers, Ronan sliding fingertips against the red indents in his skin; just a little bit possessive.]
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He never liked to come across as easy, but he was high and pliable and biting had always been a weakness of his. It made him want to do a lot more than just get Ronan high, too. Kavinsky could never be accused of not being possessive himself and he didn't mind the trait in others. It was fucking hot when it was Ronan.]
I love it.
[And he wasn't afraid to admit it.
Taking a breath, he reluctantly pulled away, turning to kiss the side of Ronan's head affectionately before wandering over to the table where he'd put his weed, careful not to trip over the dog along the way.]
These are normal. [He pointed to the pedestrian bag of joints.] And those I had fun with. [He gestured to the other bag. Fundamentally, they both worked the same, but the K bag was, well...gimmicky was probably the best word for it.
After a moment, he dug a lighter out of his pocket and put it down on the table, because almost belatedly he realized that was probably important.]
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[The idea that he loves it curls in his chest, makes his heartbeat skip.
There's something in how Ronan looks at the other boy, a little bit curious, a little bit fascinated, a little bit like he wants to do it again. He does, god does he. A sort of heat to his blue eyes, watching the way that Kavinsky moves as he walks over to the table. Ronan takes a moment to catch his breath and then walks over to join him. He plucks out one of K's special joints, because he's still reckless, and he thinks that K would warn him if it was a bad idea.
Probably.]
Is this as easy as it looks?
[He rolls the joint in between his fingers, breathing in the scent of it. Before Aglionby he'd sort of expected marijuana to smell pleasant and toxic, sort of like gasoline. The reality had been rather disappointing. K's stuff didn't smell like Ronan's old expectations, but it was still better; more floral rather than that certain sort of herbal. He snags the lighter, letting his thumb slide against the wheel.
Might be better to do it on the couch or in bed, so if he falls over he's someplace comfortable. He doesn't quite know what K means by fun but he likes the thought of finding out.]
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Yeah. It's just like smoking a cigarette. Which you've probably never done, either.
[Which K thought was sweet in a way. And not just because he'd been given the chance to corrupt Ronan in some small way. He would've been more surprised if Ronan hadn't done something like underage drinking, even at this point in time--whenever that was, exactly. But everything else? He wondered what kind of firsts he could experience with the other boy.
But as far as the special joints went, after it was lit the smoke was supposed to be golden and curl into the shape of crowns. A little show to go with the high. It wasn't the first time he'd dreamed up something like it, but it was the first time in a while he had someone else to share it with.]
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[He's hoping, anyway. In truth he'd also been a little nervous that he'd choke and seem just as out of touch as people tended to expect. He liked that Kavinsky seemed willing to hold his hand without the sort of superiority that he would have expected, if they were back at Aglionby. The other boy was someone that he found himself willing to trust when it came to these sort of experiences.
So he ends up sitting near the other boy, tucking the joint in the curl of his mouth as he watches Kavinsky with a slight warmth to his eyes. The click of the lighter as he lifts it and lights the end like he's seen kids do at school. And then he tries to inhale too deeply for how inexperienced with this he is, and coughs on the smoke. He flushes, a touch of amusement on his breath as he exhales. Okay, maybe this was a little bit harder than he'd thought.
But he pauses, staring at the golden smoke for a moment as it shapes into crowns despite his awkward first attempt. He can't help being impressed, not for the first time. His blue eyes slide over to Kavinsky with a touch of praise, a glitter of warmth.]
That is so cool.
[At least he didn't drop it? In some ways he is exactly as inexperienced as people expect, and in others, well, he's grown up on a farm with a dreamer father that made his fortune on the black market. He wasn't naive.]
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[But that didn't stop Kavinsky from smoking. It was an addiction, same as anything else, and at least it'd kill him a lot slower than the coke would.
If he was a more generous person, he'd offer Ronan some advice, but he wasn't so he didn't. Instead, he watched him with interest, leaning back and stretching out his legs. There really wasn't much to it, but 'don't choke' would have been his word of advice. When Ronan coughed, Kavinsky laughed, leaning over to clap him on the back.]
Easy mistake.
[He told him, grinning as his attention slid to the smoke crowns. It wasn't the first time he'd witnessed someone who'd never smoked before getting a little choked up, but anyone else he would've teased, mocked a little. Not Ronan.]
I like adding a spin to things.
[When you could dream whatever you wanted, why not? Nothing had to be normal or mundane. Besides, adding a spin to things helped him hone his skills, keep his mind sharp.]