"I'm not going anywhere," Noah whispers, not taking his eyes off Ronan's. He can hear the soft thudding of a heartbeat in his ears and he wonders a moment if it's his own pretend heart, or Ronan's real one.
"Trying to be a person," is all he says in answer to Ronan's question. He had been happy with Krem. He'd clung almost desperately to his own slippery existence, overwhelmed that someone could love him so completely despite what a strange being he was. He'd felt human, real, important. Ronan is one of the very few who makes him feel that way. Like he matters, like a person, whole and alive.
Noah moves his camera to hang like a purse at his side instead of in front so he can tuck his face against Ronan's neck to listen to his pulse and soak up his warmth.
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Date: 2016-09-06 01:06 am (UTC)"Trying to be a person," is all he says in answer to Ronan's question. He had been happy with Krem. He'd clung almost desperately to his own slippery existence, overwhelmed that someone could love him so completely despite what a strange being he was. He'd felt human, real, important. Ronan is one of the very few who makes him feel that way. Like he matters, like a person, whole and alive.
Noah moves his camera to hang like a purse at his side instead of in front so he can tuck his face against Ronan's neck to listen to his pulse and soak up his warmth.