[For better or worse, Ronan's never had the experience of being caught in the act by his parents, but he has a feeling it's a lot like this. He barely chokes down a swear as he scrambles to pull back from Noah, but they're tangled around each other, and his effort only succeeds in knocking them both sideways so his elbow hits the wall with a hard bang. Now he and Noah are trapped worse than before, because Ronan can't quite manage to get upright fast enough while Noah's thighs are squeezing his hips.]
[The loud sound concerns him even more and Noah hasn't responded yet. What in the world...?
He has no idea what's going on but he doesn't like the combination of the two. He opens the doors and pokes his head in looking towards the bed.]
Noah what's going on--
[Before he can finish the question he sees...a much taller form than Noah on the bed. With legs wrapped around his waist. There's no mistaking Ronan's figure even in this lighting. Gansey is frozen in place in surprise, only thought in his head, I thought Ronan and Adam...?]
[Noah had been fighting to free himself from the tangle of long limbs, but the creak of the cabinet doors tell him that time is up. Gansey's voice sounds next, and he hears the short fragment of a question before the boy peers around the corner.]
Gansey! [His voice goes up half an octave. He finally pulls his legs free, and scrabbles to cover his midsection with an oversized pillow, as if any modesty can be preserved at this point.]
[This is it. This is how Ronan's life ends. He will expire from shame alone and descend straight into Hell through the floorboards of this room. Once Noah manages to scramble away, Ronan flops onto his side with his back to Gansey and his face in his hands, doing his best impression of a possum playing dead.]
[Gansey flushes and the heat reaches up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, which is hard to see in the dim light. Remembering himself and seeing Ronan's reaction, he backs out of doorway quickly, shutting the nearer door, leaning back against it.
He turns his head towards the open door and calls out:]
[Ronan answers without hesitation. He couldn't say what he is, but he knows it's not that. Finally pulling his hands away from his face, Ronan heaves a sigh and rolls over so he can look at Noah. He's not horrified about being discovered with Noah. He's horrified about being discovered at all.]
[There's nothing definitive on Gansey's end other than an air of affirmation and a non-directional I should move.
Looking around quickly, as though he were the one caught in a compromising situation, he walks calmly back upstairs and turns the television on, volume up, to give them privacy--or the illusion thereof.]
[Ronan can hear Gansey leaving, which is somehow worse than Gansey being there, and he shuts his eyes to gather himself. He doesn't think Noah's lying to him, but he also doesn't know how much of it is Noah's optimism and how much actually comes from Gansey's head. Ronan clasps Noah's hand and opens his eyes.]
[Apparently it is settled. In less than a second, Ronan experiences a flood of relief and a leap of quiet thrill (he has a boyfriend!) before he remembers to be humiliated again.]
Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
[Ronan sighs, because five minutes doesn't seem like near enough time. Then he disintegrates, his skin turning to stardust beneath Noah's hand. He's not gone, though. The glimmering shape of him collapses into a single star, an intangible source of warmth that flickers across Noah's skin in a movement that's as near to a caress as soft radiation is capable of expressing.
Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]
[Noah shakes his hair a little, grinning, before he slides to the end of his bed and climbs out the cabinet doors. The house is blessedly dark, except for the glow of Ronan and the distant blue flicker of the TV over the loft's half-walls. Noah takes the steps one at a time, stepping over the creaky spots.]
Gansey?
[He pauses a few steps from the top, his head poking up into the room.]
[He's sitting on the couch, hand running through his hair. Of course something like that was probably happening. What would be wrong? How could he have gotten hurt? It seems obvious in hindsight.
But Ronan and Noah?
That was what surprised him.
When he hears a voice call his name, he looks up and, realizing it's Noah, mutes the TV but leaves it on for the glow.]
[Noah shakes his head, kindness in his face, but he stays on the stairs. He still feels indecent, in just pajama pants and rumpled hair.]
It's not your fault. You were just looking out for me, and we didn't lock the door.
[He gives a slight gesture towards Ronan, indicating his presence, and hopefully warding off any talk of a certain A-D-A-M.]
... We're together. Me and Ronan. I didn't tell you 'cause that dream happened, and I didn't know how things were gonna be. But they're fine. We're fine. And we want you to be, too.
[Ronan needs you to be, he adds. He doesn't know that you're okay with him being who he is, and he needs that.]
[Gansey's eyes widen slightly at the news, and he's about to respond with something along the lines of a certain Parrish until Noah indicates towards Ronan--who Gansey hadn't seen initially. He closes his mouth to amend what he's going to say.
Of course I'm--
Ah, this would absolutely be something for Ronan to hear aloud.]
I am. I was just...surprised.
[We'll talk later about that ]
It's hard to imagine in the context of...back home, I suppose. With you being dead.
I was a ghost, not a monk, [Noah replies with a touch of a smile, just at the corner of his mouth. But he tilts his head just a little, and passes a thought to Ronan - See, it's not you. It's me he was weirded out by.]
We'll probably just go to sleep now, so you can turn off the TV. [He gestures, trying not to look awkward about what he's going to say next: ] And I'm sorry for being... loud.
[It's a good thing the lights are dim because Gansey feels a heat creep back into his face and a ghost of a wry smile. Thanks for the extra info, Noah.]
[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
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He has no idea what's going on but he doesn't like the combination of the two. He opens the doors and pokes his head in looking towards the bed.]
Noah what's going on--
[Before he can finish the question he sees...a much taller form than Noah on the bed. With legs wrapped around his waist. There's no mistaking Ronan's figure even in this lighting. Gansey is frozen in place in surprise, only thought in his head, I thought Ronan and Adam...?]
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Gansey! [His voice goes up half an octave. He finally pulls his legs free, and scrabbles to cover his midsection with an oversized pillow, as if any modesty can be preserved at this point.]
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He turns his head towards the open door and calls out:]
Sorry--! I didn't mean to interrupt!
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Please, Gansey. [Then, in his head, I'm sorry. We should have told you. I'll talk to you in a bit.]
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Tell me Gansey's the only one out there right now.
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He is. [Turning back towards Ronan, ] You okay?
[He could just look in his head, but he figures Ronan needs some privacy right now.]
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[Because a lot of it depends on how disgusted Gansey is right now. Ronan personally feels like puking. He won't, but he feels like it.]
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[Noah rolls so that the tip of his nose barely brushes Ronan's spine, just a whisper.]
... Are you disgusted?
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[Ronan answers without hesitation. He couldn't say what he is, but he knows it's not that. Finally pulling his hands away from his face, Ronan heaves a sigh and rolls over so he can look at Noah. He's not horrified about being discovered with Noah. He's horrified about being discovered at all.]
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Looking around quickly, as though he were the one caught in a compromising situation, he walks calmly back upstairs and turns the television on, volume up, to give them privacy--or the illusion thereof.]
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[Something in Noah's voice and eyes peeks through, something older and wiser. He reaches out to touch Ronan's hand.]
Nothing about you has changed. We all still love you for who you are.
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Of course you'd say that. You're my boyf...thing.
[Or whatever.]
He's probably throwing up.
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[Noah says it without hesitation, spurred by Ronan's permission. That's settled, then.]
And I'm also psychic, and I know how Gansey was feeling, and it wasn't nauseated.
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Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
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[He soothes his hand up Ronan's arm, and over his shoulder.]
You can have five minutes while I go tell Gansey what's what, and then I expect your mortal form to be right back here, mister.
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Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]
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Gansey?
[He pauses a few steps from the top, his head poking up into the room.]
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But Ronan and Noah?
That was what surprised him.
When he hears a voice call his name, he looks up and, realizing it's Noah, mutes the TV but leaves it on for the glow.]
Oh, I wasn't--
[Expecting you to be ready to talk that fast .]
Noah, I'm so sorry.
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It's not your fault. You were just looking out for me, and we didn't lock the door.
[He gives a slight gesture towards Ronan, indicating his presence, and hopefully warding off any talk of a certain A-D-A-M.]
... We're together. Me and Ronan. I didn't tell you 'cause that dream happened, and I didn't know how things were gonna be. But they're fine. We're fine. And we want you to be, too.
[Ronan needs you to be, he adds. He doesn't know that you're okay with him being who he is, and he needs that.]
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Of course I'm--
Ah, this would absolutely be something for Ronan to hear aloud.]
I am. I was just...surprised.
[We'll talk later about that ]
It's hard to imagine in the context of...back home, I suppose. With you being dead.
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We'll probably just go to sleep now, so you can turn off the TV. [He gestures, trying not to look awkward about what he's going to say next: ] And I'm sorry for being... loud.
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Right. Sure. G'night.
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[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
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