[it almost goes wrong. kavinsky had started to laugh like a jackal, his mouth open and firelight reflecting off his teeth. ronan almost nailed that with his face by accident, gotten a mouthful of sexy incisors and half-ground popcorn bits and hell noise besides. it would have been a raw fucking deal.
but kavinsky shuts his shitty mouth just in time, and their lips connect. weird angle and there's still popcorn butter salt everywhere, but this is not the kiss that happens in romantically-themed young adult novels framed in quaint farmhouse doorways with some kindly words of wisdom about a safe and reciprocal love from a best friend wafting around in the background with the cricketsong. there's no cricketsong.
the possibility of a happy ending had not seemed very likely then in that other future; there isn't one now. in the world where the wrong deaths take, if there's such thing as a right death. there isn't that possibility at all.
but kavinsky kisses him back anyway. his skinny, tattooed fingers bite into the bones of ronan's wrist, which he doesn't remember grabbing hold of, but he did.]
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but kavinsky shuts his shitty mouth just in time, and their lips connect. weird angle and there's still popcorn butter salt everywhere, but this is not the kiss that happens in romantically-themed young adult novels framed in quaint farmhouse doorways with some kindly words of wisdom about a safe and reciprocal love from a best friend wafting around in the background with the cricketsong. there's no cricketsong.
the possibility of a happy ending had not seemed very likely then in that other future; there isn't one now. in the world where the wrong deaths take, if there's such thing as a right death. there isn't that possibility at all.
but kavinsky kisses him back anyway. his skinny, tattooed fingers bite into the bones of ronan's wrist, which he doesn't remember grabbing hold of, but he did.]