admlynch:

flowers slipping from your hands by admlynch

In the dark, he felt strangely bold, strangely significant. He left his head slump against Ronan, his cheek pressed comfortably into the skin of Ronan’s shoulder. Adam told himself: don’t play with this. It didn’t feel like a game. He had forgotten that Ronan was wearing a tank top. He’d forgotten how warm, how vital and living Ronan was. 

ch. 8 

picapicae:

saturday smooches

prcy:

trc pairings 1/?

pynch <3

ronanlysnch:

“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.”

neitherheavenorhell:

The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid.

ronanlysnch:

“ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. at adam’s fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. he had memorized the shape of adam’s hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. 

                                                       in dreams ronan put them in his mouth.”

philukas:

POSTERS - Adam & Ronan, The Raven Cycle (requested by @scorpius-hyperions @scientificallyinept)

“Ronan put Adam’s fingers to his mouth. He was never sleeping again.”

admlynch:

Adam Parrish lived in an apartment above the office of St. Agnes catholic church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan’s worship into one downtown block.

sotturna:

“Asshole,” Ronan said.

ncah-czerny:

“I know when I’m awake and when I’m asleep,“ Ronan Lynch said. 

Adam Parrish, curled over himself in a pair of battered, greasy coveralls, asked, ”Do you?“

dailyreading:

get to know our members: cecilie’s favorite relationships [3/5]

↳ adam + ronan // the raven cycle

When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.

aristiotles:

it was adam’s ribs under ronan’s hands and adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. it was stubble on his lips and ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. they were both hungry animals, but adam had been starving for far longer.

admlynch:

p. 127, The Dream Thieves || p. 391, The Raven King

alrightpotter:

‘The ocean burned.’