The look she gives Gansey when he compliments her is unadulterated fondness. She really is completely in love with him. There's an itch, a push to tell him. There's something in her that's nudging her forward, but he's stepping out. "Good luck."
She steals one of the mint leaves off the seat and plays with it again. She can see the blurred form of Gansey there, mostly cut off by the hood of the car. Blue watches as he stands and moves from the Pig when there's a black car heading toward them. And then Blue thinks she has a moment of what it's like to be psychic.
The Bentley doesn't slow down, it's moving too quickly. And in that instant, before it even happens, it happens in her head. She sees Gansey hit. And everything slows to a crawl. She's already throwing the door of the Pig open, those hinges creaking like the groan of a pained beast. She's moving, before the strike even happens.
And then it's a flash, and Blue's standing there, soaked. Another flash, and Blue's scrambling onto the hood of the car next to Ronan and some guttural noise comes from her. "No. No nonononono." She grabs his face, Gansey's perfect face. She screams his name at him before she's crying too hard to be understood, before she's just hunched over him. Blood stains her hands even as it washes down into the mud on the road.
She says his name over and over again, and looks up at Ronan, something pleading in her eyes.
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Date: 2015-03-19 02:25 am (UTC)She steals one of the mint leaves off the seat and plays with it again. She can see the blurred form of Gansey there, mostly cut off by the hood of the car. Blue watches as he stands and moves from the Pig when there's a black car heading toward them. And then Blue thinks she has a moment of what it's like to be psychic.
The Bentley doesn't slow down, it's moving too quickly. And in that instant, before it even happens, it happens in her head. She sees Gansey hit. And everything slows to a crawl. She's already throwing the door of the Pig open, those hinges creaking like the groan of a pained beast. She's moving, before the strike even happens.
And then it's a flash, and Blue's standing there, soaked. Another flash, and Blue's scrambling onto the hood of the car next to Ronan and some guttural noise comes from her. "No. No nonononono." She grabs his face, Gansey's perfect face. She screams his name at him before she's crying too hard to be understood, before she's just hunched over him. Blood stains her hands even as it washes down into the mud on the road.
She says his name over and over again, and looks up at Ronan, something pleading in her eyes.