Blythe's Ronan Lynch, aka the greywaren, found at grewaren.tumblr.com. A private and selective interpretation of him, as he is found in Maggie Stiefvater's The Raven Cycle and The Dreamer Trilogy. Please read my carrd before interacting. Pinned post template found here. Icon template and psd made by Ariapsds. Find prompts, which can be sent at any time, here.

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Currently reading . . . Call Down the Hawk.

@holysick : Nobody will ever recognize me in these.

He still didn’t quite understand what Raven had been doing in Henrietta, but he did know there was some link between their magic. Something morbid, unknown. He got the feeling she knew more about it than he, but he didn’t particularly care to ask. He didn’t know her, and didn’t trust her.

@ofsoul : Thank you. You have been most unkind.

“ Christ, dude, you're gonna wear a path into the fuckin' floor. ” Ronan watches him, eyebrow raised with his arms over his chest. This play shit — he always thought James got a little too into it. Maybe it was an actor thing, and he didn't think he could ever be an actor.

@tragicale : My nerves could stand a drink.

He could sense one of the creatures near him, a furry thing that was slightly shorter than the trees who mimicked the chirping birds that flew away from it. Ronan was content to sit and wait for it to approach him, likely craving attention from its maker. It never came, though, and he listened until the whistling completely muted itself. It must have been off doing something else.

There was a girl, however, that didn’t disappear into the forest. He wondered if she was hiding from his creature, or if she stood and watched it, as he did. “ You saw it too, huh? Nasty fuckin’ thing. ” Ronan stands up, hands on his hips.

@wulfbluds : There may be more of them out there.