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She had a face like a poem and a smile like a punch line.
“You think you spared me the memories of Jay because you hated her, but you know what I think? Deep down, you didn’t give me your memories of Jay because you didn’t want me to know that you were a lot like her.”
I MOVED
because he still had it, even after all this time. He had just the two dreams he would never sell: this one, from his father, and the ORBMASTER, a golden little handful of light Ronan had given him months and months ago.
throwing up tbh
Elation overtook Ronan. Even before he put a name to the face, he was overwhelmed with a single thought: It is going to be okay. The second voice belonged to Adam Parrish.
“Eight hours of sleep and no more, leaving the remaining sixteen—is that the math, is it sixteen? Eight plus six is … okay, yes, that’s right—for you to work for the Man. The forty-hour workweek and the eight-hour sleep cycle are a couple, do you understand? They were married by corporations who gave a dowry of suffering; mankind is meant to be like a leopard, lying in a tree all day except for the—”
Hennessy painted all night. She painted to the point of exhaustion, and then past it, until she was wound bright and high. Just like Jordan in White.
i have literally done this before
And yet when Adam’s consciousness touched his, Ronan recognized him. It was Adam’s footstep on the stairs. His surprised whoop as he catapulted into the pond they’d dug. The irritation in his voice; the impatience in his kiss; his ruthless, dry sense of humor; his brittle pride; his ferocious loyalty.
on my knees crawling on the floor. god.
Tamquam, said Ronan, and Adam said, Alter idem.
All this time, the biggest lie Declan had told himself was that he hated his father. What he’d really meant, every time he thought it, every single day, was: I miss him.
“Where’s Adam?” Hennessy asked, “What?” “Adam. My Adam. Adam!”
