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Adam Parrish ([personal profile] adamparrish) wrote in [community profile] itinere2015-05-31 08:32 pm

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.
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[personal profile] deathbysk8board 2015-06-19 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm alive and I want to stay that way," Noah snickers as he starts to swing. "Maybe I won't come back as a ghost if I die again."
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[personal profile] deathbysk8board 2015-06-19 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Noah has his head back when they swing forward, leaning into it as they go back. Higher and higher, his stomach jumping a little with the sensation. He's grinning, feet kicking out and back.

"I forgot," he tells Adam, a little bit breathless, "What it's like." To do things like this.
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[personal profile] deathbysk8board 2015-06-21 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Holy cow," Noah laughs. "You did it. That was cool." His voice goes in and out with where he is on the swing. He still swings, though, fear getting the best of him. "You made it look easy."
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[personal profile] deathbysk8board 2015-06-22 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If Ronan were here, he could probably talk Noah into jumping. But Ronan isn't here, so Noah just swings for a long while before he starts to slow, go lower and lower and slower and slower.

He actually feels a little tired. "Do you want to walk back with me?"
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[personal profile] deathbysk8board 2015-06-24 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
As his feet scuff and bring his swing to a stop, Noah looks at Adam. "Are you sure?" he asks. He gets to his feet, still rumbled and smudged, but alive.

"I could stay with you. If you want."