#encuement

let’s sin // accepting // @encuement

kavinsky is an unapologetically BAD roommate. sally has had to deal with house parties, cops, nightmares, untrained puppies, and guys yelling bulgarian obscenities. to be fair, though, kavinsky also had to deal with these things. he thinks he’s had the worse end of the deal, really, seeing as the cops & the bulgarian guys were after him --- and the puppy & the nightmares both belong to him.

❝   acts of affection.   ;   accepting

declan is very used to girls stopping him; pulling him to one side of a busy, crowded campus; leaning close to whisper & touch. but he never expected it from yuri. shy, stammering & sweet --- the type of girl it takes WORK to bring out of her shell, whose company is all the more enjoyable for that work.

no, he never expected yuri to corner him away from his classmates, her hands roaming over his arms almost POSSESSIVELY. yet as soon as she has his undivided attention, she seems to lose her nerve: dropping her gaze, a BLUSH forming on her cheeks. “ hey. ” tone low, gentle. he cups yuri’s cheek. “ i thought you were busy this afternoon. ” it’s not an accusation; but a gentle prompt to encourage her to talk.

❝   acts of affection.   ;   accepting

at first declan was certain he’d been imagining it. this dinner was strictly business: declan’s just starting to get a foothold in the political world, and though parrish is majoring in engineering, they both agree that a few more connections in high places can’t hurt, especially when parrish is looking for internships over the summer.

from a PRACTICAL standpoint, he’s a better plus one than anyone else declan knows. his girlfriends are generally too transient to bring to an event like this; and he wouldn’t dream of subjecting gansey to yet more political chatter. his brothers are both too unpredictable to be trusted in an environment like this; even matthew, charming as he may be.

but perhaps adam is unpredictable too, because for the better part of this dinner, his leg has been pressed against declan’s. it’s not an accident. just after the check is brought to their table, adam’s hand dips under the table to brush, with deliberate slowness, along declan’s thigh. jesus mary. declan’s boss is sitting right opposite them.

it’s only after they’ve left --- heading to declan’s car, hands deep in the pockets of their coats --- that declan is able to turn to him and say, “ what on god’s green earth are you doing ? ” not that declan is OPPOSED to what adam was doing, but he certainly wasn't expecting it.

he stands facing the door for a few seconds before knocking twice. two days ago his life was perfectly normal  — at least as normal as it can be for ronan lynch. then the letter arrived. at the time ronan had thought it was bullshit, but gansey had provided an address and a picture. in it stands a smiling boy, his face familiar in a distant sort of way. more surprising than the boy's good looks was the person standing next to him, a confident arm thrown over his shoulders. ronan himself stood there, pressing an enthusiastic kiss to the side of the boy's head. when the door opens, it takes all of ronan’s strength to keep himself upright. 

“parrish?” he raises an eyebrow. “fuck, man. no wonder i wanted to forget about you. you look like shit. when was the last time you slept?”

declan has been told in the past that he has a type. and it’s true: he tends to date pretty blondes, high achievers with an interest in politics & history, girls who last approximately ten dates or two months, whichever comes first.

what he doesn’t do is pick up quiet-looking girls at SEEDY college bars. but, to prove a point to the guys in his polisci 101 class, he’s going to try.