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@ravencyclenetwork search: favorite ship  »  adam parrish & ronan lynch

“it wasn’t me,” ronan said. he looked to blue, who shrugged. he caught adam’s eye. when adam’s mouth quirked, ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for matthew’s silliness. adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. he skated an edge here. making ronan lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with cabeswater. these weren’t forces to play with.