light a roman candle with me

[admemoriam]

WHO:Noah admemoriam and Ronan nightmarist
WHERE: The Meadows
WHEN: A night in March
WHAT: Boy cuddles
WARNINGS:... Boy cuddles?

Just tuck your knees in. You'll fit.

[Noah settles back against the pillows, his arms up behind his head, looking out at the night sky. The tiny room is lit with a strand of fairy lights, tacked to the walls in erratic patterns. They make the bottle of whiskey glow orange.]

Come on, you'll miss the first meteors.

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[nightmarist]

[Ronan cranes his neck to look. He's an absurd sight, all long and awkwardly-angled limbs bunched into a knotted pile.]

...Oh. Too late.

[He can't say whether it's an oak or not. He hasn't paid that much attention.]

[admemoriam]

[Noah watches with a fond, impish smile, and then-

He climbs on top of Ronan.]

Here, you can stretch your legs out now.

[Consolidation. Building up, not out. He settles in like a cat, chest-to-chest, short legs sotting in between Ronan's long ones.]

[nightmarist]

[Look at that. Ronan just went from alabaster pale to bright red.]

...Um.

[Yes, he can certainly stretch his legs out now. It just takes him a second to remember he has them, and by then he's not sure he wants to unfurl his body, because he suddenly feels incredibly exposed. Here. Underneath Noah.]

[admemoriam]

[It's not that Noah doesn't know what he's doing. He's seventeen, he's done all this before, and he's been alone for ages. But right now, it's none of that driving him. Right now, this room is warm and comfortable, and he wants to feel another heart beating next to his own.]

Maybe it's not an oak. Oaks have acorns, right? Do we have acorns?