@ravencyclenetwork search: mythology au» adam parrish and ronan lynch as apollo & icarus
adam finally sat down on one of the pews. laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at ronan. strangely enough, ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the barns. this noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father’s world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of ronan to exist in one person. adam was beginning to realize that he hadn’t known ronan at all. or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.
the scent of cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past adam, and he realized that while he’d been looking at ronan, ronan had been looking at him.
✧ 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.
“His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match. … The ocean burned.”
