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random line gene. - Â for @dearestsâ
       â i never meant to come between you  &  him . â Â

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random line gene. - Â for @somniaarâ
â  maybe youâll take me out one day --- Â
                               or do i have to make an appointment  ?  â Â
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     â  you stand there & accuse me , but where were you at the time ? âÂ
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      â this isnât just about you . itâs about whatâs best for all of us . â Â
random line gene. - for  @lndenmeresâÂ
     â  matthew  ,  what did you bury in the garden ?  â Â

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donât forget, you can disappear into the woods at any time. whether that is a worrying thought or a reassuring one is up to you.
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   â You can be just friends with people, you know, â Orla said. â I think itâs crazy how youâre in love with all those raven boys. â ââ Orla wasnât wrong, of course. But what she didnât realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one a n o t h e r .
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Adam Parrish and his motorcycle
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to say matthew did this willingly was an overstatement. each time, monthly to weekly to daily, he felt that pull, and, well - things happen. mostly wandering-out-of-class-things. itâs less easy to pretend itâs something normal, that all boys do. especially since his brothers have noticed.
and here, he almost doesnât notice adam and the motorcycle, doesnât stop to say howdy or hi or whatâs crack-a-lackinâ or any other silly thing matthew thinks of to greet parrish with. itâs only after he speaks that matthew registers heâs here at all.Â
â oh. huh? â he turns as though pulled out of a daydream. â oh! uhh. hyup. â matthew sounds less cheery - mostly dazed. â i justâŚsaw theâŚÂ â and it sure sounds like he means to follow up with something, but it doesnât quite come out. the sentence hangs there to address his worrying habit for him.
            HE ALLOWS THE SILENCE TO STAGGER .  /  eyes slipping downward to examine the way his hands had suddenly clenched themselves tight âround the handles of his motorcycle  ;  for a moment , parrish doesnât say much of anything .  his head , like always , overtakes him --- mind kicking into gear for  a solution ,  an answer , some sort of explanation to matthewâs lack of sensory & understanding . the boy always did strike him as acutely aloof --- the walking ,  breathing head-in-the-clouds metaphor --- & the lack of another lynch by his side worries him terribly .  adam leans to the side ,  kicking up the lower kickstand of the bike toward the sidewalk .  â  . . . come here , matthew. letâs get you home. â  he was already on his way to the barns anyway . surely ronan needed to attend to this .  as much as he hated to admit it , adam parrish still didnât quite understand magic & itâs lawless properties . Â
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              IT FELT WRONG . /  the momentary freeing lift of weight off his shoulders ,  his mind having mulled oâer his class schedule & work load in his head ---  oâver & oâer again like he had been turning stone oâver in his palms ---  yet he was still dissatisfied .  nevertheless ,  there parrish was : sitting up top the leather seat of his dreamt motorcycle ,  the grip in his hands firm  ;  familiar henrietta breeze combing through dusty brown hair & his lungs give out a happy ,  homey sigh.  he sits upright momentarily --- pressing pads of his fingers idly to his palms as he waits for the streetlights looming before him to flicker green .  if he hadnât glanced oâer to the side ,  he would have missed the familiar sight of bobbing golden curls & bright blue eyes  ;  striding effortlessly down the crowded sidewalk .  immediately , his instincts kick into gear --- where was matthew going unsupervised ,  what time was it , didnât matthew have school , how old was he again , where was he going ? --- & with a swift kick off , adam turns the motorcycle around & drives oâer toward where the boy walked  ;  clearing his throat sharply .   â  . . . donât you have class , matthew ?  â   // @dreamtgoldâ

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            THE TREES SPOKE LATIN. /  & sometimes , adam understood . the endless nights of pouring oâer dictionaries & textbooks & scribbled down notes had assured that --- finding &  binding with cabeswater itself had fixed it down ,  & ronan lynch was the glue that solidified the job .  he doesnât know what to make of this ,  not quite yet , but he doesnât outright hate it either .  waterpooled gaze would flicker slowly across the bunches of leaves that hung above his head upon thick ,  grey tree branches  ;   heavy with spring .  he smells it in the air --- pollen & flower dust .  & finally , his head turns --- knowing ,  all at once ,  who he was with .  ronanâs eyes always were the easiest to pinpoint in thick crowds .  â  what do you make of it , ronan ?  â  heâd gesture around with a wiry hand .  â  this is . . . a dream , right ?  â  it has to be.  i wasnât here before.  // @somniaarâ
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every thought telegraphs itself as if adam were really speaking - and if noah focused just on the car in front of them, heâd think it the truth. another side effect of being dead. no, not dead (though he definitely is) - tied to cabeswater. just like the low hum of energy both here and where his skeleton lay. just like being in two places at once at all.
â they can wait if itâs not done. â they being cabeswater - it being the honda. â i used to have a car too. i tried tinkering once, but⌠â he trails off. another habit of his, but at least this time he finds his footing again. just on different ground. â are you done? i canât tell. â
             A PART OF PARRISH HATES THIS .  /  hates the buzzing incline of the magic that instilled itself within his veins --- adam likes to think of himself as a planner , an attentive organizer --- & yet the bargain with cabeswater had been anything but that . locked within those trees ,  fingers stabbed into the moist forest ground down to his knuckles until he could feel something breathe & seize under his touch ---  ( i will be your hands , i will be your eyes )   &  that had been that .  he should be behaving differently about these subjects  ;  his group of friends were all something more than reality ,  their own blood tinged with something promising more --- & there was adamâs brain ,  still stuttering & bending to apply realism to something that was not meant to be labeled .  â  no , not yet.  â  his accent trickles oâer his words ,  though heâs too tired to clip it away properly this time. he remembers the red mustang ---  he doesnât mention it .   â   but it wonât be long until itâs done.  â   i donât want to go back home . not after what i saw.  he thinks heâs rather thankful for noahâs uncanny ability to have silent conversations with him like this . thoughts hurt less than words . Â