“adam parrish was lonesome.
lonesome means a state of being apart. of being other. alone-some.
adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. it was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it. he knew he was different since aligning himself more tightly with the ley line this summer.
he was himself, but more powerful.
himself, but less human.”
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need was adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. love was a privilege. adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. he wanted to remember again and again how it felt.
“Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.”
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“Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater.”
being adam parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. he was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. the most important thing to adam parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. this was the important thing. it had always been the important thing. this was what it was to be adam.
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“It was easy to read him as shy or uncertain, she thought, but he really wasn’t either. Noah was. But Adam was just quiet. He wasn’t lost for words; he was observing.”
“Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.“
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves.
Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These were not forces to play with.
”Fight back,” Adam growled at Ronan, thin, desperate, an animal dragged by the neck.
He grabbed Adam’s wrists. They felt frail, snappable, cold. The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all.
"Stop me!” Adam begged.It seemed it should have been simple: There were four of them, one of Adam. But none of them wanted to hurt Adam Parrish, no matter how violent he had become.
“When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”
It was easy to read him as shy or uncertain, she thought, but he really wasn’t either. Noah was. But Adam was just quiet. He wasn’t lost for words; he was observing.
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once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.
that was this kiss.
they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.
