Date: 2016-06-10 09:41 pm (UTC)
formicine: (cabeswater)
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Blue's been pacing a little as they talk, and she leans on the back of Adam's chair when he sits, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. It's not a lot of contact, something he can shrug off if he wants to, but she feels like it's needed. She doesn't think anything she says will fix what's on his back -- someone can't just be told not to think that way -- but he's among the them she loves and she can't just not.

She doesn't know what to say, just raises an eyebrow at Ronan's rhetorical question. It's -- ridiculous. Like they're friends with a lanky, angry, car-racing god.

Blue raises her eyes to Noah. His words take on a mythical quality, and she can hear them in Gansey's voice, explaining. "Is it -- true?" she finds herself asking, very small. When she speaks again, it's a little more demanding. "All of what we've done, all of -- Gansey. Was it true?" It's not that she doesn't trust Noah, but everything she thinks she knows feels like it's disintegrating.

She's never felt more completely small and mortal, in this room with a Greywaren, a magician, the time-traveling spirit who might be the reason they're all friends. And her. The best table at Starbucks.
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