for Blue / Ronan

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Noah existed in the grocery store, which didn't make much sense seeing as he couldn't eat. Sometimes he bought food for the ducks, or a surprise snack for Krem, but beyond that the grocery store was a useless place for him to visit. He felt the pull of a friend nearby, and maybe that had brought him there. He started searching the aisles, but got distracted by a display for Oreos - he missed Oreos - and nearly ran, bodily, right into someone. "Sorry!"

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Noah adds some beans to the broccoli diorama, tall bean people. He adds a few cherry tomato people as well. They're probably going to get kicked out, but the grocery store is pretty empty at this time of day. "She seems to like it there, she gets lots of attention. Plus, she's a ghost, so I guess she could leave at any time if she wanted..."

Noah doesn't think anything of her comment other than curiosity, maybe surprise at his interest in her. It's not like they've had a discussion about their sexual orientations. Noah doesn't even know what he'd call himself. Bi, maybe. It's not much of a concern, considering he never expected it to come up after death.

"Really?" Noah asks, hushed and surprised himself. It's not something he's picked up off of Blue, but then he hasn't been around her and other girls. "Are there any you like here?" It's teasingly said, but wondering, too. He knows about Gansey, but sometimes people can be in love with a person and still notice others.

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She grins when he adds people to the diorama and reaches to cluster them: two tall beans for Ronan and Adam, a slightly less ripe bean for Noah next to a cherry tomato for Blue, another big green bean for Gansey on the other side.

She grabs a tangerine out of her basket and sets it down outside the edge of the forest. "The Pig," she says with a tiny grin.

"I think so," she says, self conscious now that they're talking about it. "I mean, not that I've actually tested the theory, but I've thought about it." She's pretty sure from experience that such things don't need to be enacted practically to be real. "This place is full of really gorgeous people," she points out. "I'm not blind just because I haven't met a lot of them."

No one makes her heart race like any of her raven boys do, though, not even on the level of friends. Maybe she's not giving them a chance; that'd be fair to say. She does need to talk to more people, more often. But she doesn't want to date someone just to say she is. She wants to be wrapped up, be crazy, long for things.

Then again, it hurts to feel that much all the time.

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Noah snorts, smiling at the rotund Pig. "It's like Cinderella's carriage. Which one of us is the princess, though?" He tries to figure out what the other vegetables are, and why one is a cherry tomato, but doesn't ask.

"Yeah, I noticed that. I was just thinking to myself how different Darrow's populous is from Henrietta." But a lot of things were different, of course. Including the ratio of people who could see him versus those who couldn't. Back in Henrietta it had been like .5 out of a hundred. Here it was more like eighty percent at least. Or, whatever. Maths.

"Well, I'm just sorry I can't change myself into a girl for you to test this theory," he teases, and goes to grab a bag of green beans, leaving their vegetable arrangement behind.

"What do you think that's called, though? Bisexual?"

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She laughs. "Well, you're the one who hands out tiaras, so I guess I'm the princess and you're the fairy godmother." She spins around pretending to have a magic dress. "I'm not marrying someone I meet once for an hour, though."

Blue laughs. "That's definitely true. In a lot of ways, really." For one thing, she's met actual vampires here, and a couple of people who she's pretty sure are not from this century.

She raises an eyebrow at his back at that, and picks out a couple of actual green tomatoes to stick in her basket before following him.

"What, liking men and women? Yeah," she says, unphased. In Henrietta, though, while there are as varied opinions on sexuality as there are people, she's pretty sure her peers associate bisexuality with girls getting drunk and making out for the approval of Aglionby boys. Stupid. Stupid to think, and stupid to do.

"Or pansexual," she adds. "Since there are people who aren't either."

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"Aw, but it was love at first sight. I thought it was romantic," Noah says, giggling at Blue's spinning. He doesn't mind being the fairy godmother. It probably involves glitter, and he's all about that.

"Pansexual? I don't get it," he says, stopping his perusal of the fruit section to look at her. He was genuinely confused. How could you be neither?

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"Okay, it's a little romantic," she says, concedingly. "But I mean. Basically we're saying it's a good idea to marry someone because they're hot." She's been told she had a true love since she was a toddler, but though she assumes at this point that must be true, she can't say it makes much sense practically. And she hadn't even really liked Gansey when she first met him.

She grins. "Pan, like all. Not like kitchen utensils. Like..." She stops to think. "Pan-Asian. Or...pantheism." She leans her hip against the shelf. "Sexually attracted to all genders. Some people like the word better than bisexual because there are people who aren't men or women." She doesn't know how to explain that. They just are. "I mean, they might biologically be look like one or another, but that's not who they are inside."

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"Marriage is extreme," Noah agrees. It was just a cartoon, though. "But I don't think having strong feelings for someone has to take a long time. Sometimes it just happens."

Sometimes you acclimate yourself into a friendship with someone who lived because you died, and someone who's extremely rough around the edges, and you love them in no time at all. Sometimes you meet a boy who lives with abuse and works himself to the bone to rise above it, and it takes no time at all to love him. Sometimes you meet a girl who lives in a house full of psychics with energy so strong you don't dare go near them, but whose energy is just as strong in a different way, and you love her immediately. Sometimes you meet a boy who's scared of you, and fall in love with him somewhere between adopting a dead cat and shotgunning elfroot. Cinderella had one dance. Sometimes it's enough.

Noah's eyebrows shoot up at Blue's explanation. He leans forward, into her space. "You mean like transgender?"

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She smiles thoughtfully, and thinks about how quickly she'd found herself entirely wrapped up, life lit up by her raven boys -- obsessed, Orla had said dismissively, and it isn't untrue, in some ways -- and glances at Noah.

She hadn't known him more than a handful of weeks when she'd been determinedly moving his body back to the leyline so he could be himself again. She hasn't known any of them a whole year, yet, but she can't imagine her life without them.

"It's true," she says, and picks up an orange. "Lots of things just happen, I guess."

Blue laughs at Noah's expression and the way he leans forward, giving him a bemused look. "Yeah," she says, "Like that." She tilts her head, curious about why he's so interested. "I mean, there are a lot of transgender people who are men or women. Some just aren't. I guess it's all tied up together, though. I mean, it all goes back to the idea that your body parts and you are different things."

Somehow that seems like it makes more sense, saying to Noah.

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"Hmmm." Noah thinks about that, and how it applies to Krem. Krem hasn't gone too in depth with Noah, really, about his experience being transgender. He's mentioned a few things, and Noah thinks he has a fair enough idea of it, but he's sure there's so much more to learn. He doesn't want to push Krem to talk about it until he wants or needs to, though.

"I guess that's me. Pansexual," he says, trying the word out. It still sounds odd to him, but he supposes he'll get used to it.