safe_as_life: (welsh kings)
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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."

Date: 2015-03-22 02:43 am (UTC)
liberty_bodice: (Breakdown)
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Blue stays entirely silent on the ride over. She's getting angrier and angrier, and it's causing everything else to be far too heightened. Everything cuts like knives, and yet again she gets no say in how anything is going to happen, even though it affects her directly. She feels very much like she is done with these boys when this is over and done with. The two in the front seat, at the very least.

They arrive at the Barns, and Blue's out of the car, letting go of Adam. The minute she realizes Kavinsky is going to stand in her way, she glares at him. She can't even absolve the vision of Gansey dead in her head because Ronan wants to wake him up. Her jaws clench so hard her teeth ache. She just wants to break things, and Blue doesn't break things.

"Get me when he's awake." She can't stand to be in the same room as Kavinsky, even less so Ronan. She hates them, in that moment. She storms out of Ronan's house and heads for the nearest barn, where a herd of sleeping cattle were. The skies looked threatening, and matched Blue's mood to a T. She's angry.

The minute she's alone in the barn, though, she loses it. She leans into a wall, near one of the cows that was just there, breathing slowly, warm and comfortable and dry, a dream thing as much as that Gansey was. But she kissed him. He knew her and she loved him and he's gone now, and Blue curls into a ball and sobs alone. She can't break down like this in front of them, not now. They were bastards and not to be trusted again. Out on a limb, and she thought this was all fated and she was meant to have them in her life, but this was unforgivable.

She leans her side into the wall of the barn, tucking in against the cow, and she lets herself feel every ounce of it. Gansey would be awake soon. She needed to not do this in front of him, but her heart shatters into pieces. She folds entirely in on herself and lets it all hit her as hard as it's going to, and it's agony, and she has to do it alone. Then she has to be okay with it. Because the Gansey in there is still alive.

Date: 2015-03-22 03:03 am (UTC)
leylined: (Remember when I told you)
From: [personal profile] leylined
That last turn has Adam go over the edge once more, and when the Evo slides to a halt, he's out of the car and emptying what's left of his stomach onto the gravel road of the Barns. Any help that may have been offered is preemptively waved away by Adam, letting his head and stomach settle before he makes his own way into the main house. He doesn't even have time to argue with Kavinsky or Ronan, instead letting himself fall gracelessly into one of the many chairs in the room.

He shakes his head at Kavinsky's offer profusely. "I'm. I'm not drinking. Not tonight." Not ever again. "Water."

Date: 2015-03-22 03:20 am (UTC)
fucking_kavinsky: (dream to sleep)
From: [personal profile] fucking_kavinsky
Kavinsky can feel the hate radiating off Blue and he kinda wishes he never got better at this feelings thing. What's it good for? This crap? He's glad when she leaves. None of that is helpful right now.

So he's left with Adam, eying him carefully as he pours himself a drink. He wasn't there when it happened and while he wished before that he was, he's kinda glad now that he wasn't. It's selfish of him and he knows it. After he knocks a drink back, then pours another glass and knocks that back too, he feels a little less selfish. If he keeps drinking, maybe he wont feel anything at all.

But he stops himself, because Adam looks a mess and at least Kavinsky can make himself useful to him by grabbing some water, handing it over. "Here. You'll feel better when Dick wakes up."

Date: 2015-03-22 05:20 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Default)
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"Thank Christ." He mutters when he sees Noah. Though now he worries if everyone will start treating him like shit when they find out he knew about the plan and helped as well. "Physically everyone is okay. It's...done." Ronan didn't want to tell Noah everything that happened. Mostly because he was worried that he might turn on him too.

Taking the dreamt up medication from K he stares at it. Even if he saved his life and Gansey never talked to him again, that would be fine. He could live with that. As long as he never had to feel what he felt earlier today. He could live with anything else, he told himself before he administered the medication to his sleeping friend. After the drugs were in his system, Ronan sat on the edge of the bed close to Gansey waiting for him to open his eyes.

Date: 2015-03-22 06:29 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Adam K 12)
From: [personal profile] the_greywaren
Ronan finally takes a real, deep breath and his whole body floods with relief as Gansey opens his eyes. They didn't kill him. He grabbed one of his hands and held it tight. "I'm going to tell you everything. I just need you to listen. Okay?"

It took him a minute to get his thoughts together. He looked expectantly at Noah as if he could guide him and tell him how to start this story. There was nothing anyone could do to make this easier for him. Because he had lied. He had been deceptive and manipulative. Ronan knew all of the sins he had committed against his friends. Knew how horrible and awful it was for them. And he would do it all again.

He laughed nervously and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck. Shit...I'm fucking scared." That was a hell of a confession to make, it was the truth though. Ronan had no idea how Gansey would take the news.

"Okay.." He let out a shaky breath. "We talked about this, about me doing something to get your fucking name off that list. To stop whatever prophecy keeps Blue from kissing you." Which was why he had to make sure she had kissed him. He couldn't save his life just to have her kiss him and undo everything. "Well, I did it. Today."

Shit. He wished he was a lot less sober for this. "Kavinksy and Persephone helped me. And before you get pissed or whatever with them for it, please remember they helped because of me. Because I asked them to. I needed them and they let me use them for this. It's on me. All of it." He paused. Not for long though. If he didn't get this all out right now he wasn't sure if he could. "K and I brought you out here. We drugged you and you've been sleeping here for a few days now. Persephone helped with the magic, something to make everyone forget everything to do with you dying or if they should kiss you or not. I dreamt another you and we took him back to Monmouth. Left you here with Noah." Ronan hoped Gansey would understand that the help from Persephone had come to them because she believed his plan would work. She helped them not because Ronan manipulated her but because she saw the merit in what they were doing.

""There was a hell of a storm today. He was taking Blue out on a date and the Pig broke down. He called Parrish for help to get it started. We drove out....Adam was driving. There was so much fucking water on the road..." Ronan stared down at his hands, nervously picking at the leather bracelets wrapped around his wrists. "The car hit standing water and slid out of control. He got hit. It killed him. The car. We all decided that maybe if we took the body to Cabeswater there would be some way to bring him back. Only once we crossed into the forest the spell was broken and everyone remembered what they were made to forget." For now the clusterfuck of emotions, blame and anger would be left out of this story. "I buried the body and we headed straight here to wake you up. Gansey, I didn't plan that part. How he would die. I never meant for Adam to have anything to do with it. I never would have done that to him on purpose. It was just a fucking accident."

He figured Gansey might have questions so he finally shut up and waited.

Date: 2015-03-22 07:26 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Adam K 11)
From: [personal profile] the_greywaren
How could you do this? That's all Ronan needs to hear. It's all he can take hearing. Letting Gansey's hand go he gets up and heads for the door. "I'll send them in."

At the door he pauses, strangling the handle in his sweaty palm. His heart hurts every time it beats. This is the price you have to pay, he reminds himself. "You told me to do whatever it took to save your life. I did."

Opening the door he disappears down the hall. Following the sound of voices he finds K and Adam in the kitchen. "He's awake." That's all he has the heart to say. Ronan only paused long enough to say those two words before continuing on out of the house.

He doesn't look for Blue. Ronan starts walking through the fields of tall grass, toward the rolling hills in the distance, hell bent on getting as far away from everyone and everything as he can.

Date: 2015-03-22 08:09 am (UTC)
liberty_bodice: (Worry)
From: [personal profile] liberty_bodice
She's quieted down with the crying by the time Adam's voice carries into the barn. She's simply sitting there, stroking the backs of her fingers against the big brown beast she was snuggled up to, feeling it shift her legs as it breathed. It was calming, at the very least. Blue remains silent, though. She isn't sure she wants to talk to Adam, even. If someone in her family was involved, the likely culprit was Orla. Second likely was Persephone, because Calla's mouth was far too huge to keep something like that a secret.

If it was Persephone, she doubted Adam was completely without blame. Blue's also having a hard time not lashing out at every single person involved.

But he was retrieving her to see Gansey. That means he's awake, and Blue's on her feet. She balks at the door for a brief moment, looking at Adam, working on some set of words that would give meaning to the moment beyond pulling her back into the group, and then she's running toward the house. She can hear Kavinsky yelling after Ronan somewhere in the distance, and that's some relief.

Blue tears through the house, and stops when she sees Gansey, Noah at his side. Every effort made to keep her shit together fails right them, and it takes her a moment before she's breathing again, and she goes and sits at his other side. She manages a half smile. "You okay?"

Date: 2015-03-22 08:52 am (UTC)
liberty_bodice: (Hidden)
From: [personal profile] liberty_bodice
Blue wraps around Gansey tightly, and it's him. He doesn't quite smell like himself, he smells like this place, but he's Gansey and she buries her face against his shoulder. She's glad she scurried in, sat before he could stand. He's been here for a few days. Had to be hell on him, even if he was asleep.

His question makes her choke a little, and she can't lie. She's refusing, absolutely, to lie about any of this anymore. "No." She pulls back from the hug and looks at him, eyes relieved and broken at the same time. Her hand smooths over his cheek, and she shrugs her shoulders. "I think I will be, though." She can be. He's there and hanging onto her and maybe it did work. Maybe Gansey's not going to die now.

She takes a breath and bites hard at her bottom lip. "It's been a crappy day." There's a hint of a sad laugh as she says it, because it's the understatements of all understatements. "Adam..." She looks back toward the door, and Adam's not behind her. "Adam's here too. Adam?" She raises her voice a little. Then she turns back to Gansey, kisses his cheek, and hugs him again. "Not sure I've ever been this glad to see you."

Date: 2015-03-22 09:13 am (UTC)
leylined: (Remember when I broke you down to tears)
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Adam lingers outside of the room, letting Gansey and Blue have their time alone and letting himself prepare to see him. He's still terrified, half-convinced they're all playing him for fools and that what's in there is an empty bed, or worse, the body of his friend laid out so that he's forced to acknowledge his crime more than he has. But he hears Gansey's voice, and then Blue calling him in, and he can't just stay here. Even if this is the last time they ever lay eyes on each other, even if Gansey comes to hate him, he needs to see him now.

He heads into the room with wary eyes, and when they're cast on his friend, his tension breaks. He doesn't care if Blue is there to see, he runs across the room and practically tackles Gansey in his bed, his hug fierce and full of everything that he can't say aloud, reaching around to hug Blue as well, savoring their warmth, their breath, their heartbeats. "You're alive." His voice is thick as he burrows his face into Gansey's neck. "You're alive."
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Date: 2015-03-22 06:14 am (UTC)
leylined: (I see my name in shining lights)
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By the time Kavinsky comes over, Adam's completely calm. Except maybe calm isn't the right word for how he is at the moment. Reserved. Devoid, even. He's responsive, yes, but everything's gotten to a point that Adam's not quite able to connect with everything going on. He accepts the cup with a quiet "thank you", because even now he can't shut off the manners. A part of him wants to walk away, right now. Screw Kavinsky. Screw Blue. Screw Ronan. Screw Gansey. He can't be around any of them, anymore. Things always break when he's too close. None of them need him, not really. He could be gone tomorrow. He has the money now, enough to make himself disappear. Change his name. Re-establish himself somewhere they can't find him. Start over.

He doesn't reply to Kavinsky's words, his head now wrapped around how to do it. Instead, he gets up and moves jerkily to the sink, filling up the glass again before gulping it down just as quickly as he'd done the first.

Date: 2015-03-22 06:21 am (UTC)
fucking_kavinsky: (blue blues)
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Kavinsky watches Adam and he wants to say things. He has so many things to say, but he doesn't know how to say them. He wants to tell Adam that he knows how he feels because he killed one of his friends too. He killed him, and had to deal with the aftermath, the body, the way that shit made him feel. He killed that friend and then turned him into a dream.

But Adam doesn't talk to him, so Kavinsky doesn't say anything either, and the bottle of vodka in his hand becomes more and more inviting. He takes a long sip, then another, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I should've been there with you guys," he says finally. "It should've been me driving."

Date: 2015-03-22 06:32 am (UTC)
leylined: (So it's come to this)
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Adam stops midway through his third glass of water when he hears Kavinsky. It's the wrong thing to say at the wrong time, and Adam's anger comes back too easily. "Oh, I don't know about that. I mean, after all, there's more important things to do in life, like running off and getting-getting blitzed." He gestures at Kavinsky then, with the vodka in his hand. "What would have happened if you were there that would change things? You would have been there, you would have gotten high after everything went down, just like you are now. What fucking use do you even have here? You've just been popping pills and snorting that crap up your nose ever since you left school. You being there would only have made things worse."

Date: 2015-03-22 07:23 am (UTC)
fucking_kavinsky: (try me)
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Kavinsky narrows his eyes, tensing up immediately. "You act like I fucking knew that was gonna happen and I went to party anyway." He wouldn't have. He would have gone with them. He was already beating himself up over it. His fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle when Adam continues, and his face goes hard. "Fuck. You. I dropped everything to come help you guys. Where the fuck would you even be without me, huh?" He wants to take he bottle and smash it against the wall. The only thing stopping him is that this place is too important to Ronan for him to destroy.

Date: 2015-03-22 07:50 am (UTC)
leylined: (i am so high right now)
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"Happy," he says immediately. "Doing something that doesn't have to do with one of us killing someone. Not having to wonder if some rich kid junkie's gonna be around to help or not." Except that's a lie, Adam's killed before. As far as he knows, Kavinsky's lessened his use of drugs. He's angry, and Kavinsky just happens to be there. Before he can say anything, Ronan passes by with the news of Gansey being awake, and Adam almost immediately heads into the room, but he stops himself. Blue should be here. She always should have been.

So he heads the opposite direction, out of the house but doesn't see where she is. "Blue?" He calls out. "BLUE!" When no response comes, he pulls out his tarot deck, shuffles it, and glances at the card that pops up. One of the cattle barns. He moves with a purpose toward the one that feels right, and he sees a door haphazardly flung open. He heads in and calls out once more. "Blue? Blue, it's- Gansey's awake."

Date: 2015-03-22 08:03 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, you were real fucking happy, Parrish. I didn't steer your car into that someone, did I!" He yells, because it stings. How useless he is, how all he does is fuck around and use drugs. How much happier they'd all be if he wasn't around. It rips into the very core of everything he's been trying to build up all these months and it does a good job of dragging him down.

He's this close to breaking that bottle after all, but then Ronan is passing by them, the most dejected look on his face, and he can't let that happen. He may have lost Adam and Blue, probably Gansey, but he still has Ronan.

He shoves past Adam and heads after Ronan, running to catch up with him. "Ronan!"

Date: 2015-03-22 08:15 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Adam K 11)
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Hearing someone behind him he almost broke into a sprint to put more distance between them. Until he heard K's voice. He keeps going, walking fast and hard away from the house that is now tainted with all of this shit.

"If you're here to tell me to go back to the house, save your breath."

A few more feet and he stops. He stares up at the sky with his hands resting on his hips. Breath comes fast and hard from his excursion. He takes a few more steps. Then sinks down to sit, letting the tall reeds of grass hide him from view. Knees hugged in his arms, face against his knees, he closes his eyes and tries to shut it all out.

Date: 2015-03-22 08:35 am (UTC)
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Kavinsky slows when he gets closer to Ronan, not really sure what to say. He's still reeling from what Adam said, and the hard stance in Ronan's shoulders doesn't help. He feels a little like he got swept out into sea, and he's losing his footing on the one rock he managed to hold on to.

"I'm not." He watches Ronan, unsure if he should go over there and sit with him or not. He wants to ask what happened in there, if everything is alright with Gansey, but he imagines the explaining went pretty horribly and he doesn't want to poke at it. He's horrible at comforting people. He's shitty at knowing what to say. What fucking use do you even have here?.

He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, then flops down in front of Ronan, pushing the tall grass out of his way, realizing he still has the bottle of vodka in his hand. He doesn't say anything, he just nudges Ronan's leg with it. Well. That's what he's good for.

Date: 2015-03-22 08:46 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Adam K 13)
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Ronan wants the bottle. He wants it bad. But right then, he'd rather have K. His big dopey eyes still looking at him like he matters, while everyone else looks at him with venom in their eyes. For a few quiet moments he just sits there with his chin on his knees watching the other. He's not sure of what to say.

The bottle is left in his hand but Ronan takes hold of his wrist. Letting his legs relax he pulls, silently pleading for K to come closer. K hasn't told him how he feels and if he did Ronan would tell him he feels the same. Swept out to sea. He needs K to hold on to before he floats away.

Date: 2015-03-22 09:09 am (UTC)
fucking_kavinsky: (long)
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Kavinsky watches Ronan as well, looking at him like he's all that matters. In the end, it's the biggest truth he has. Ronan matters and he matters, and if they have each other, they'll get through all this crap.

Ronan doesn't have to do a moment more of pleading, because as soon as Ronan's hand is around his wrist, pulling, Kavinsky shifts around and crawls over between Ronan's legs, arms sliding around his neck as he pulls him close. He rests his forehead against Ronan's, closing his eyes. "It's done. It's over. Everyone's alive."

Date: 2015-03-22 09:30 am (UTC)
the_greywaren: (Adam K 12)
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His legs wrap around K, his arms too. Eyes close and he just holds on. Anyone who ever questioned the boy in his arms was an idiot. He might fuck up sometimes, might get lost sometimes, but he has heart. Today he put that out there helping Ronan. Even as their friends lashed out at him he stayed and kept trying to keep it all together for all of them.

"Can we stay here? Just us?"

The last place in the world Ronan wants to go right now is back to Monmouth. He wants to go to church and confess and he wants to stay here with K.

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Richard Campbell Gansey III