Adam Parrish (
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marlowemuses2018-08-12 11:18 am
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A cruel reality when you've had too much to dream
On most days, Adam thought he knew all there was to know about himself. He had studied his skin and the capabilities of his muscles. He had interrogated every thought inside his own mind. He knew the depth of his capacity for exhaustion, and how much he could do on how little sleep.
He did not know, on the afternoon of the prince's eighteenth birthday, that over the course of the day things had been learned about him, through spell and revelation, that he did not know about himself.
Adam knew that there were celebrations throughout the kingdom for the prince, but Adam had no time for them. He had the day off of work at the shipyards, but that only meant that he had time to catch up on his chores at home, which would allow him some time to catch up on his studies. He knew that the royal family was magic. A fairy king and his family, and the middle son, the magic son, who would inherit everything. He knew, esoterically, that the fairy-dreamer kings of their realm took magic consorts who aided and increased their power.
Adam had no interest in any of it. This was mostly due to self-preservation for his pride and his heart. He knew he was not magic and did not belong in that world. Nothing he could do would ever produce an aptitude for that kind of magic. So he forbade himself from wanting it.
And if, in the months since his own birthday, he'd found lost things easier and broken things were more swiftly fixed by his hands, he attributed it only to his own intelligence and aptitude. If the weather suited itself to his mood and the flowers grew around his parents' house in a riotous profusion that he'd never seen before, Adam thought little of any of it. All these things had logical explanations, or they were mere coincidences.
He did not know that the king had cast a spell for his son, and his face had appeared in a basin of water, and a map had glowed to mark his home and the back field where Adam was hard at work repairing a broken fence.

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Adam felt a little discouraged by how Ronan breezed through the book, all of it easy for him. But they'd proved by now that Adam had at least a little magic, so he'd just work hard to catch up. Tirelessly, if needed.
Watching Ronan's face as he browsed through, Adam was perplexed when he suddenly went red and shut the book. The reaction didn't make any sense to him. Adam couldn't think of anything in the book of magic and bonding that would be embarrassing, so he had to guess that it was something personally familiar to Ronan, or some scribble in the margins.
"What?" Adam asked. He was perfectly willing to be brushed off, if it was personal, but if he needed to be warned about the significance of something in the book, he'd prefer to hear it from Ronan.
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"It's uh--" He cleared his throat. "Let's stick to the first few chapters."
Which chapter had those spells been on? Oh, crap. Now how was he going to avoid it again?
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Reluctantly, he held the book out to him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
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Adam took the book back, flipping through it to the later chapters. He'd expected to have to skim, but the illustrations were very clear on the topic. Adam stared at one of them, skimming over the caption and nearby text to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding what he was seeing. Then he lowered the book to his lap, gazing into space for a moment as he processed it.
"No one's going to force us," he said at last, shutting the book again and looking up at Ronan. "Are they?"
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He really hoped no one made them do that.
"They can't make a king do anything anyway. So we won't."
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Accepting that theory made it easier to dismiss what he'd seen, though the illustrations lingered in Adam's mind. He hadn't had the occasion to see much pornography, and he hadn't been prepared for it to be linked with his new role in this way. "You really understand this first exercise? The trinket or talisman? It doesn't say anything about what sort of thing you're supposed to make."
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"That's not the point. You need to get used to what I feel like-- my magic." Crap. He was never going to be able to escape that chapter now. "Anything I make feels different compared to something my dad makes," or so he'd been told. "So all you have to do is get used to that."
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"Okay," Adam said, understanding only a little of that. He'd felt Ronan's magic, and it made sense that Niall's magic would feel distinct. "What do you mean, what you make? What kind of making things do you do?"
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"But I'm good at dreaming, so if you have any requests I'll take them." As long as they didn't involve dicks.
Oh God, what if he dreamed about that?
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As for requests, Adam wasn't sure what to ask for. He wasn't used to asking for things at all. But Ronan had to dream something, and even if Adam couldn't think of anything to ask for, he could at least describe practicalities. "Something small and easy to carry. A talisman I can always have on me to connect me to you."
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Glancing around, he looked for anything comfortable to take a quick nap on. By now he'd trained himself to fall asleep anywhere, but he preferred a place that wasn't going to give him a crick in the neck or an aching back.
He went over to a bench that looked passable. He figured Adam meant now and why waste time anyway?
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He settled in, trying to ignore how close he was to Adam, and closed his eyes.
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He could feel something happening, as if Ronan’s magic was larger than himself, but it didn’t seem to extend past Ronan in any way Adam could sense.
Watching over Ronan, Adam waited, surprised by how glad he was to have Ronan back and worried about him sleeping after only just having woken up again.
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But it was too late. He couldn't change the dream. He woke up. The ring came into existence and he immediately closed his hand around it, hoping Adam hadn't noticed just what he'd brought back though of course he had. that was the point.
"Done," he muttered.
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He hadn’t felt anything. Ronan’s magic didn’t feel so overtly larger than his body now, but Adam didn’t feel like he had learned anything. The ring was real, however, and Adam didn’t think it had come from sleight of hand.
He held out his palm for it, since he couldn’t turn off the practical side of his mind and they were doing this for a reason.
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"I don't always get to choose what to make." He cleared his throat. "I can try again." Though the more he thought about it, the more he wasn't sure he wanted Adam to take him up on his offer.
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He looked down at the ring instead of watching Ronan's expression as he put the ring on his finger. Right hand, ring finger. It fit perfectly, and something about that in particular made his heart lurch a little, throat tightening. He forced down the stray thought of what the ring would look like on his left hand, reminding himself that no one would ever possibly want to give him a wedding ring. Whatever the tradition, whatever this bond between them, it strained belief to imagine that anyone could ever love him.
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"What do you think?" he asked since that sounded better than "do you like it?"
Ronan was now even more keenly aware of how close they were. That Adam was brushing against him. He hoped he wasn't blushing but if he were, who could blame him? Aside from himself.
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As he focused on it, he became aware that he could feel the magic in the ring as the same as the magic in Ronan, distinct from the things around them. If he closed his eyes, he almost couldn't differentiate between ring and prince, except for the size. It was as though Ronan was the ring, and the ring was Ronan.
Curling his hand around it, Adam focused on warming the ring and intensifying the magic within it, wondering if he could and whether it would do anything at all.
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"Let me know when you're done."
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He watched Ronan warily, wanting him to stay but not knowing how to ask for it. “We’re supposed to work on training together. The book said that there’s some way that I can use the ring as a link to you. I don’t know how to do that.”
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He had this vision of pieces of him lying all over, hidden away in art, tools, junk, and apparently this ring. He shifted uncomfortably. Maybe he'd let Adam think about it.
"That's helpful. Do you think you're supposed to figure it out on your own?" He did not want to ask his parents about this. It might not have applied to them anyway.
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Shifting on the couch, Adam sat cross-legged, facing the opposite end in hopes that Ronan would return and sit there. "Can you do that thing with light like you did in the village?" He held up his hands with space between them, as though the sparkling energy might appear between his hands if he could just figure out what Ronan had done.
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