safe_as_life | (no subject)

The rain starts early in the day, pouring down on Henrietta in sheets. It's the kind of rain that tends to keep people inside, but mostly they're just glad it isn't snow anymore. Spring is approaching quickly and this kind of rainfall is definitely the first sign of it. Gansey doesn't mind that it rains all day long, from first period to last.

It distracts him some, makes him feel nostalgic for things he can't quite put his finger on, and then worried for those same reasons. Then again, he's been a lot more distracted at school lately, not able to concentrate or pick up on his studies as much as usual. He wonders if it has to do with his anticipation to see Blue, because even now, that's all he's thinking about. Rain, the Camaro, Blue Sargent. Somewhere in the back of his head he's constantly thinking about Ronan too, but he supposes that's what best friends do.

By the time the last bell rings though, it's all about Blue. He certainly isn't going to let the rain stop him. Dinner, a movie, possibly sleeping over tonight. Yes, he definitely wants to ask her to sleep over tonight. He grabs his books and neatly puts them away, then goes to meet up with Ronan, Adam and Kavinsky by the front entrance. He has a good feeling about tonight.

Gansey practically races out of his last class, waving when he sees his friends, smiling as he hoists his bag over his shoulder. "Can you believe this rain? All day. Roads must be slippery."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

leylined

Adam, however, is not in the same sort of mood that Gansey's in. He's distracted, yes, but it has little to do with friends or lovers abroad. His mind is on the greater picture. As the days go on and their expedition locate Glendower becomes not just an idea but a goal clear in sight, so does his connection with Cabeswater. Some days he feels like he's more the ley line than he is Adam, and this day isn't quite like it, but it feels close. As he writes out calculus formulas and noun declensions for the third substitute teacher in a row for Latin, his desk becomes an old rotted out stump, his classmates take on clothes and hairstyles from periods long past and periods yet to come. Flourescent lighting turns into tired beams of sunlight streaking through the boughs of trees, and throughout it all the smell and sounds of mist and moss and things hidden, ever wild.

The old panic seizes Adam, and between third period and lunch he blocks out one of the bathrooms to scry. What do you want? But after a time, he realizes all he's doing is staring into his reflection in a tinfoil-covered sink. Frustrated, he keeps to himself, and as lunch period ends, the visions begin to go away for the most part. It still leaves him a bit on the edge.

By the end of the day, things have returned to normal, and Adam's more or less back in the same mindset as he was this morning, feeling more alive than otherworldly, watching the clouds above roil and spit rain and lightning. He revels in it like he never has before, even though he's soaked to the bone, he doesn't care. He feels rather than sees or hears Gansey's arrival, a shift in air currents and a changing of the rain to accommodate his space, along with the perennial mix of his cologne and mint, diluted in the smell of late winter rains and over-saturated soil.

He smiles when he's close enough and finally opens his eyes. "It's not so bad. It makes you feel alive, doesn't it?"

Edited Date: 2015-03-15 02:02 am (UTC)

From:

fucking_kavinsky

Kavinsky gives zero fucks about the rain, or about school and right now, he really has no worries whatsoever. His day went smooth enough for a Monday, but he's tired and he's looking forward to fucking off with his friends.

At the moment, he's standing under the stone awning right outside Aglionby's entrance, laughing as he keeps trying to shove Ronan out from under it so he gets more and more wet. Hilarious, really. "Ronan loves it. He's gonna make everyone flower crowns when it's Spring."

When he sees his other friends, he gives Ronan a big obnoxious smooch on the cheek. "Alright. Time for me to go. Try not to miss me too much. I'll grab a pizza for you fucks on the way home. Oh, and Dick?" He digs into his pocket and tosses a condom at Gansey. "Have fun, kiddo. Be safe." He laughs and swats Ronan on the ass before he heads off to his friends, shoving Skov into a puddle before he gets into his car.

From:

the_greywaren

"Kavinsky!" Ronan yells as only Ronan can, without yelling at all. It's the tone of his voice that gives it weight. No, he doesn't like the water soaking into the black leather coat he had pulled on over his school uniform. He shoves his boyfriend back and continues to fight off his attempts to get him more and more wet. Grabbing the back of his head when he is kissed Ronan made sure to wipe the moisture from his shaved head on K's face as he pulled back.

"Yours is going to have thorns if you keep being a shit. " There is a quick pause and a small smile. "Behave."

Pressing the back of his hand against his mouth he quieted the snort and cackle of laughter at the condom. His eyes follow K as he runs off with his pack of friends, then drift back to Adam and Gansey.

"Which one of you is giving me a lift? He was my ride."

From:

safe_as_life

Gansey raises his eyebrow at the shoving going on in front of him, but he knows that pushing Ronan into rain is the way Kavinsky shows his love... or something like that. "Absolutely makes me feel alive. I expect my flower crown to match my salmon polo." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mint leave, then gets to chewing on it.

A moment later, a condom is being flung at him and he really tries not to look too embarrassed about it. "Safe as life," he mutters under his breath, but he does tuck it away, instead of throwing it back.

"I'm afraid I can't today. Big plans with Jane. Do not make a big deal if I bring her back with me tonight, alright?" He gives Ronan a pointed look, then glances at Adam as well, because he knows both Ronan and Kavinsky manage to get Adam to join in on their shenanigans these days.

From:

leylined

"None for me," Adam says absently. "They'd just get in the way." Of what seems more ambiguous than something as simple as my hair, and Adam doesn't notice that he sounds a bit like Persephone saying it. He tips his head back down and that simple gesture lessens his strangeness, bringing Adam down to earth for others.

He looks at the two with a small quirk of the lips. "I think Drew's back in Belle Dam this week. Haven't seen him since the other day, so if you guys want some privacy, you're welcome to my room." It's his own subtle way of poking fun at Gansey, but the offer extended is serious.

To Ronan, he gestures mildly. "That leaves me. Come on, before you catch cold."

From:

the_greywaren

Like hell he won't make a big deal about it. First of all he can't actually imagine Gansey bringing a girl home for the night. Second he can't imagine Gansey having sex. When he pockets the condom he has to stop himself from asking if he needs to be told how to use it. Won't be 'safe as life' if Richard Gansey the Third doesn't know how to put it on right.

"I'll burn that shirt before I make a flower crown to match it. Hell, I might just burn it for the fun of it now."

His fist bumps against Gansey's before being stuffed in the pocket of his jacket. "Excelsior." Said in a teasing tone. Rain drips on to his head and he sighs dramatically. "Shit, my hair."

From:

safe_as_life

"Use your room...? Oh, I don't... that would be weird, wouldn't it?" Gansey is taking it perfectly serious of course. He knows how to put on a condom, though. He's not thirteen. Ronan can tease him about it all he wants.

"You wouldn't dare burn my shirts, Lynch. I'd burn Kavinsky's clothes and we all know that would be so much worse," he smirks, then laughs, because the thought of him dancing around a bonfire is hilarious.

"Excelsior!" He fist bumps both boys, then waves them off. "I'll text you when I'm on my way," he says to them, then heads to the Camaro, rain pouring down on his shoulders, soaking through his shirt. He probably should have brought an umbrella, but he's not always a hundred percent sensible.

He drives slowly, the rain making it a lot harder to see, and as he suspected, the roads are treacherous. He worries about Ronan and Adam for a moment. Even Kavinsky. But he shakes his head and tells himself they'll be fine. They're all good drivers. He pulls up in front of 300 Fox Way and parks, getting out and running up to the door, ringing the bell.

From:

leylined

"See you later," he says to Gansey casually, bumping fists with him before turning back around. "Tell Blue I said hi." With that said, he motions once more to Ronan and starts heading toward his car, enjoying the play of the water against his skin. Almost automatically at this point, he turns on his car remotely and heads in the direction of the lot, opening the car for both of them. As he jumps in, he strips out of his soaked sweater and lets the heat warm his body. Before Ronan can intervene, he turns on the radio to a station Adam likes and takes off.

Once on the road, he becomes a little unsure, watching how quickly the rain drowns out his windshield. He speaks to Ronan without looking at him, much too concerned with road conditions at the moment. "Is there anywhere you feel like going? I don't have work until tonight."

From:

the_greywaren

"Given the way you are gripping the steering wheel?" Ronan says with a wary eye on Adam. "Home."

On a good day he doesn't trust other people driving. Would rarely if ever say someone was a good driver. In rain like this? He wants off the road as quickly as possible.

Glaring at the radio he waits until Adam can't do anything about it and changes the music.

"What was that shit? It's enough to make me jump off a cliff."

From:

leylined

"It's called music, Ronan," he mutters as his ear gets assaulted by that travesty Ronan thinks is good. "It usually has more than just repetitive bassline and synthesizers." He keeps his eyes on the road and tries to focus on what's going on ahead of him, but the music isn't helping, especially as he once again feels the rustle of Cabeswater against his skin, trying to calm him down.

It isn't helping.

"Seriously, change it back. It's breaking my concentration."

From:

the_greywaren

"It's called music, Ronan.' He mocks back at Adam as he reaches out and swats the dial on the radio and turns it off. After a long moment of silence he breaks it with a sharp snap of his fingers. "AH! I know what we need to do!"

Staring straight ahead he fixates on the rain pounding the windshield. "Swing my the store. You need tampons."

From:

leylined

Adm just sighs, long and self-suffering. Ten minutes ago he would have been in a good enough mood that the words wouldn't do anything to him. In fact, he'd probably laugh and crack a joke as well, but how things are now, Adam's on edge and distracted by too many things. In the street ahead he catches a glimpse of something flying by. Something large enough that its flight should be impossible, but when he blinks again, it's gone.

Thankfully, the drive from Aglionby to Monmouth isn't that long, and sooner rather than later, he's pulling through the industrial district of Monmouth Street and into the warehouse-cum-living space of Monmouth Manufacturing. He'd finally found some time to get the first floor door repaired, so that's flung open and left open so Ronan can come in, immediately greeted by the sights and sounds of the various animals living there.

He pets Gunnar affectionately as he moves through the lower level until the dog finally grows bored and notices Ronan to go after him. He strips as he moves along, unmindful of anything beyond the need to get dry. A few minutes later and he's using an old towel to dry himself while wearing newly washed coveralls over something warmer than what he'd gone to school in.

That sensation is growing again, images moving that aren't there. The lights in his room flicker as patterned ivy casts shadows against his lamp. There was no response earlier, but now it's growing more urgent, seeming as if the forest is trying to talk this time. Hesitantly, he pulls his cards out while trying to mask the fear growing inside him. This time, Cabeswater speaks through his cards, showing him where the ley line is broken. Too far to do anything today. Not in this weather. It quiets some as he acknowledges its need but doesn't go away entirely, playing with his mind and upping his tension rather than alleviating it, especially when his questions go unanswered.

He plops down on the couch on the second floor and rests there, half-slouched on the couch, watching television for once rather than studying. With the drive and with Cabeswater making him hyperaware at the moment, he misses nothing. Everything is a distraction and trying to parse whatever bullshit was thrown at him for homework can wait.

Edited Date: 2015-03-16 02:36 am (UTC)

From:

the_greywaren

Ronan goes straight inside and right to his room. He only pauses long enough to give Gunnar a scratch on the top of his head. With Chainsaw perched on his shoulder he wanders off to his own space to change.

Stripped of his uniform he replaces it with a soft, black hoodie and jeans that are perfectly distressed. Whatever is going on with Adam, he is oblivious to as he goes about getting comfortable and relaxed after a long day at school.

Waiting for his bagel bites to heat up he drains a bottle of beer. The microwave chimes that it is done. He grabs another cold bottle and his food. Plopping down on the couch he speaks to Adam with a mouth full of food.

"You seem weird."

From:

leylined

Adam doesn't really look at Ronan, trying instead to focus on whatever's on the TV. It's after a moment that he realizes that it's the home shopping channel that he scowls and changes it to something else. "I'm always weird," he comments when the channel's on something less suspect. He wars inside himself for a moment on whether or not to tell the truth there. Maybe they could understand him better if they knew what was going on. You're just seeing things, Parrish. But things have changed since then. Reluctantly, he scratches the back of his head.

"Cabeswater's been talking all day," he finally confesses. He looks in Ronan's direction with tired eyes. "It wants me to fix part of the ley line, but it's still not leaving me alone, even after I agreed. It usually leaves me alone after I figure out what it wants, but." He lifts a hand ineffectually.

Edited Date: 2015-03-16 04:30 pm (UTC)

From:

the_greywaren

He listens, eating as Adam explains. At one point he holds out the plate of mini pizzas. "So, we make it leave you alone. What do you need to do?"

Seemed easy enough to Ronan. Do something about it. He worked on eating and drinking his beer. When the bottle was empty he stood up. "You want anything? I'm still hungry."

From:

leylined

Adam takes one of the bagels and eats it thoughtfully, trying not to just scarf it down. "I don't even know the whole picture yet. It's never everything all at the same time." That's probably the most frustrating thing about being connected to it. "I know where the problem is, but there's always some sort of clause. There have been a few times that the line's been broken and I had to fix it at a different place entirely." He shrugs slightly. "Sometimes it doesn't answer even when I ask."

"Just a soda," he says. "Maybe some more of those bagels. Save me some for work, though. I'll pay you back later."

Richard Campbell Gansey III

(no subject)