riverviewlogs | This time, Ronan really likes Sampremi [open]

Who: Ronan, Adam, Gansey, Ivar, and open
What: Ronan takes care of his dogs, takes care of his busted knee, and runs into some old friends (and also his boyfriend)
When: Early March
Where: A park and a city street
Notes: The thread with Adam will be very NSFW on account of Sampremi, violence in the thread with Ivar

a. Dogs at the Park

While Ronan’s land wasn’t small by most standards, ever since he had to fence his home off from the world, he didn’t felt sorry for his dogs, all still in the puppy stage. They needed something new. They needed stimulation. They needed to stop barking at the damn chickens.

So he packed them all in his BMW, took them for a joyride, and let them all out at a park. His raven, Chainsaw joined. She kept flying over them, catching their attention, and then landing somewhere just out of reach.

“Hey! Pavlov!” Ronan snapped his fingers to get the dog’s attention. “Off!”

The dog, his front feet still on the bench, turned and stared at him.

“Off-- God damn it. I should’ve never let you on the bed.” He stood just as Pavlov ran off to say hello to a newcomer he’d smelled.

b. Don’t dance on a broken leg

Ronan checked out the street markets, his eyes passing over food he might check out later. He wanted to see the fair first, but his knee started to give.

He rolled his eyes. “Damn it,” he muttered. It looked like a detour was called for.

Ducking out of the way, he tried to find some place to sit. Fortunately, most everyone was celebrating, so few people were actually on the side streets. His raven Chainsaw was the one who selected the right bench. Taking a seat, he rolled up his pants leg. He undid the brace on his knee so he could adjust it.

The bone was almost fully healed and it still hurt. He’d probably fucked up the muscles by doing walking around like normal. That dance might have had something to do with it.

“Fuck Ivar,” he hissed under his breath.

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"About two months." Ronan patted Pavlov's back one more time before looking up at Gansey. It'd been a while since he'd seen that expression. As much as he'd missed it, that didn't mean he wanted to see it now.

He punched his shoulder. "Come on. It's not like I died."

Got a concussion, yeah. But died, no.

Two months is a really long time. Gansey can't help the fact that it concerns him even if it's now not so relevant it seems. He thinks Ronan seems happy and healthy -- as much as Ronan ever is.

"Clearly not, you would be quieter if you had," Gansey manages to tease back and not focusing on the niggling feelings of guilt and worry about that time that Ronan had been alone. Maybe he could make sure that it didn't happen again.

Ronan managed a half smile before remembering the night horrors. He'd have to grab Adam and ask him not to tell about the incident that landed him in the hospital. Just the thought of that made his expression shift, turning more distant as he looked at the other dogs.

But things were getting better now.

"It's good to have you around," he said without even glancing at his friend.

Gansey noticed the shift but he doesn't say anything, doesn't ask about it. Ronan tends to tell things only when he wants to, Gansey's learned that much. If it's important enough it'll come out on it's own Gansey is sure. He rubs Thorpedo behind his ears slowly.

"I don't know how you managed without me," Gansey smiles. "Though, I guess the collection of dogs speaks to how much you missed me," it's a joke, of course.

"Yeah, I missed hearing someone whine at me all day," he returned the joke with a jab. He glanced up at Gansey for a moment. "Where are you staying, anyway? Adam and I had to stay in shared housing for fucking ages.

If it weren't for the night horrors, he would have extended an invitation to crash at his place immediately. But they were still sorting that out, and the death threats.

Yeah, thinking it over, Gansey really had missed a lot. Ronan wasn't in any hurry to let him know about it.

"I never whine, "Gansey says in a very serious tone as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose but the smile is there quickly to ruin the illusion of seriousness.

"Just in the place that they assigned me," Gansey hesitates a moment. "I believe I want to find a place to move into with Blue. Then again, I haven't asked her yet but you would think if she'll travel the world with me she would get a place with me, right?" There's that little bit of the Gansey that's a little insecure and searching for approval beneath all the carefully cultivated confidence and suave schmoozing.

He's sure that there is plenty that Ronan isn't telling him and that's alright. He's been used to that for a long time now and Ronan will tell him things in his own time.

Ronan's first thought was to remind Gansey that he was apparently her true love so not shit she'd move in. Then he remembered this was Blue they were talking about. She was a wild, unpredictable creature and so very fucking touchy.

He shrugged. "Tell her you'll put a recycle bin in every room. She can't resist that."

Gansey raised a brow at Ronan's suggestion. It appears for a moment that he is actually considering that it's accurate for increasing his chances of actually getting her to agree.

"That might not be the worst idea..." he says in contemplation, though perhaps he should take it a few levels beyond that and then she definitely wouldn't be able to resist.

Ronan watched his friend, waiting for him to snap out of it. The real world was waiting too, but like Ronan, Gansey didn't always live in it. He didn't think Cabeswater's spirit living on in him was to blame for all of it.

"Just ask her, man." Sometimes-- most times-- he didn't get how Gansey could get stuck in his own head. When that happened, Ronan just wanted to shove him. Metaphorically, speaking... mostly.

Gansey is just Gansey, as he always been is what it really comes down to. He has his quirks and his hang ups and Blue is the center of so much for him now and he worries deeply about her making her happy and about being enough for her. Afer all, she is one who can take on the whole wide world and all the universes beyond it.

"Has 'just asking' Blue anything ever gone well for you, Lynch?" Gansey asked with a smile.

"Just talking to her never goes well but I'm not the one dating her." It occurred to Ronan how ridiculous it was that Gansey was coming to him about this. He must be desperate. He forgot how and why it would be awkward for him to have this talk with Adam.

"You two are too much alike," Gansey sighs and it's hard to tell whether he has been all that serious or not. Gansey shakes his head.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

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