[Well, maybe if he made a really good case for it, but right now K's lacking inspiration.
The word-- dirty, stupid, naughty, funny-- brings forward flickering thoughts of Gansey and Lynch. Daddy and mommy. The joke that stuck but Lynch never appreciated. He deserved it, since he couldn't unglue his mouth from his prince's ass long enough to see what better paths lay before him. Kavinsky can't say he regrets it. He has so little regret. Not calling him a fag, not dragging him into the woods. He might regret showing him how to get precisely what he wanted out of his dreams, because once Lynch knew his secrets, he was done with him, but at the same time it meant he carved some niche for himself.
He'd had a role, at last. If they couldn't be together, they could at least be bound in their separation with the chasm between them more of a vacuum, sucking up the whole living world into its belly.
Except, had he run away? Had he disappeared into the stars? He tilts his head back, staring upwards into the expanse of the night sky, unrecognizable from the one on Earth. New constellations.
A sudden longing is broadcasted, sputters, disappears. Forget Lynch. Forget that long sought after closeness. He has something more here.]
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[Well, maybe if he made a really good case for it, but right now K's lacking inspiration.
The word-- dirty, stupid, naughty, funny-- brings forward flickering thoughts of Gansey and Lynch. Daddy and mommy. The joke that stuck but Lynch never appreciated. He deserved it, since he couldn't unglue his mouth from his prince's ass long enough to see what better paths lay before him. Kavinsky can't say he regrets it. He has so little regret. Not calling him a fag, not dragging him into the woods. He might regret showing him how to get precisely what he wanted out of his dreams, because once Lynch knew his secrets, he was done with him, but at the same time it meant he carved some niche for himself.
He'd had a role, at last. If they couldn't be together, they could at least be bound in their separation with the chasm between them more of a vacuum, sucking up the whole living world into its belly.
Except, had he run away? Had he disappeared into the stars? He tilts his head back, staring upwards into the expanse of the night sky, unrecognizable from the one on Earth. New constellations.
A sudden longing is broadcasted, sputters, disappears. Forget Lynch. Forget that long sought after closeness. He has something more here.]