Adam Parrish (
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itinere2015-05-31 08:32 pm
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open | i heard that you make old things new; so I give these pieces all to you
Since the arrival of the other three members of their group, Adam had been scarce. He purposefully stayed at work at the garage extra late. The sickness had kind of made it an easy excuse for him to bow out of sleeping in the same bed as Ronan. His erratic presence at the apartment made it easy to avoid actually talking. On June 1st though, after hyposprays and everyone being magically healed, it was the first true test for him and Ronan and Adam failed.
Instead of going home, he stayed at the garage until he couldn't stand the same four walls anymore. Then he went out to the forests of Itinere where the ley lines were. He worked on repairing them for Ronan. At least he could do one thing right, one thing to help. Maybe Ronan would notice he had done this for him. Maybe he wouldn't.
Adam would stay out in the forests way past dark, taking his time, doing what he thought needed to be done. Then he would head back in town to walk through the park, sit on a merry-go-round and push at it with his feet to move it around. The metal squeaked and after a quick trip to the garage, he came back to dismantle and oil the merry-go-round to keep it from squeaking so loudly.
Probably another thing no one would notice. Productive, though. Adam Parrish felt productive and useful... busy, even now at some god awful time in the night or morning. And he supposed that was the point.
Instead of going home, he stayed at the garage until he couldn't stand the same four walls anymore. Then he went out to the forests of Itinere where the ley lines were. He worked on repairing them for Ronan. At least he could do one thing right, one thing to help. Maybe Ronan would notice he had done this for him. Maybe he wouldn't.
Adam would stay out in the forests way past dark, taking his time, doing what he thought needed to be done. Then he would head back in town to walk through the park, sit on a merry-go-round and push at it with his feet to move it around. The metal squeaked and after a quick trip to the garage, he came back to dismantle and oil the merry-go-round to keep it from squeaking so loudly.
Probably another thing no one would notice. Productive, though. Adam Parrish felt productive and useful... busy, even now at some god awful time in the night or morning. And he supposed that was the point.

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He nudges Adam's shoulder and urges him toward the swings, then he starts to run, getting to the swings first and sitting.
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Adam takes the swing next to Noah and pushes off. It's really been forever since he did this, since he had fun just to have fun.
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For Adam's part, he swings higher and higher. And he will probably jump in a bit.
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"I forgot," he tells Adam, a little bit breathless, "What it's like." To do things like this.
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Ronan should be here, he thinks.
And with that thought of Ronan and his death-defying stunts, Adam leaps out of the swing to land in the soft grass in a crouch and roll before lying back in it. He did it. And only Noah saw it. But in some strange way, Ronan was here too.
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Instead, he just smirks and nods. "I did it."
After a moment, he gets back up and moves to the swing again to sit down. His swinging this time is more subdued, just for fun and not to see how high he can get. He can enjoy this with Noah just fine. A former ghost and a magician, united in their two completely different fears.
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He actually feels a little tired. "Do you want to walk back with me?"
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"I'm gonna stay here." He says. "You go ahead."
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"I could stay with you. If you want."