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Closed continued | Ronan-Gansey
@wireframedglasses “This level of maturity never ceases to astound me.” He said bluntly, as he unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and started reading. Or not. “I already know you like Adam without his shirt on, what else is new?”
He scoffed and picked up the piece of paper. "You fucker, that’s not even what it said.” He frowned and showed him the page. It read ‘you suck.’
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"You need to rest." (wireframedglasses)
Ronan blinked at Gansey. “You need to shut up.” He was clearly exhausted, but he wasn’t going to let Gansey, who’s insomnia was so bad he built little towns, tell him to rest. He wasn’t ready to rest yet.
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@wireframedglasses from a starter call forever ago.
It was a little hard to get past the idea that Gansey-Parrish-Lynch were the current reason for a lot of the pain in her life (Parrish hadn’t even been present, but guilt by association was still guilt). A lesser person might already have gone through with half the twisted schemes in her head- taking a crowbar to their cars, wrecking their shit, starting a fight, starting a fire, all of them viable options- but Jiang had taken to turning that anger inwards. Which really only worked as long as the offenders in question stayed out of her way.
She wasn’t over it yet. Time would help, but even a summer of trying to rid herself of these feelings hadn’t helped. Now, they were back at school and it was a lot harder to avoid Gansey-Parrish (Lynch was no-where in sight, maybe he’d been kicked out or something. Maybe he’d died and wouldn’t that be poetic? He hadn’t died, there was no way Gansey-Parrish would look so happy if Lynch was dead.)
She hollowed out her cheeks around a joint, back pressed up against one of the few trees on campus and dropped her gaze to the grass. A shadow moved across her field of vision and she jerked her head up, reflex. One hand already reaching behind her for the heat tucked into her waistband. It was Dick Gansey. She contemplated pulling the gun anyway. She let her hand drop back to the grass.
“I’m not in the mood for your particular brand of bullshit, Dick.”
@wireframedglasses: "I'm not going out with you in public looking like that."
how bout maybe YOU chill
“what, you don’t dig?” the question didn’t need to be answered. crop tops and short shorts arent exactly stamped with the gansey seal of approval. ronan looked down at himself, his thin grin spreading wider.. “your girlfriend made it for me.”
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Man, Skov must’ve been tripping balls. There was no way Richard Campbell Gansey III had just stolled into the crowded, bright, and very loud basement of the club at 1 in the morning. The basement being Skov’s piece of heaven, the happy place she so often went to. This was not familiar to Gansey and it was apparent as he looked like he just rolled out of bed yet somehow he looked more put together than most of the people here. She could tell he was looking for his boyfriend.
Taking two colorful drinks she easily slipped through the crowd as it was second nature and poor Gansey kept trying to say excuse me. how cute. Skov had stepped in front of him and grinned as she held out the glass. She had to raise her voice over the music. “Hey Dick, looking for a tight asshole?” She took a sip from her drink and to reward herself for the clever line.
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“You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I’ve ever had to transport, yet by far the most troublesome.” (wireframedglasses)
SHE UNDERSTANDS, SHE DOESN’T COMPREHEND | ACCEPTING | @wireframedglasses
Gwen, being somewhat disapproving of being called 'cargo' kicked the back of his seat obnoxiously. "Don't call the little Lily a midget," she sing-songed from where she'd slumped right down in the seat: to give herself better access to kicking the back of his chair in the most disruptive way imaginable. "I'll tell her you said that," she intoned with a wicked laugh. "Troublesome: causing trouble, making trouble, being trouble. You sound like my father, King. Only, he caused more trouble than I did for those English Kings," she laughed again, head thrown back in rapturous glee. "Would that I had been a son! Oh the trouble I could have caused as a boy! Oh, the troubles my boys caused! It is in the nature of men to be troublesome, but I am not a man, Little King, and you have not yet seen trouble. Trouble! It's because I am a witch that I am troublesome, I have lain in sinful union with the devil, I have wilted crops and slain cattle and dried up wells all without ever lifting a finger, oh that is troublesome indeed!" She kicked his chair again for good measure.
Howling ghosts they reappear In mountains that are stacked with fear But you're a king and I'm a lionheart
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ronan sat like he always did— like he didn’t care. he stares directly at gansey through upside down eyes. legs thrown on the back of the couch with a thin, upside down smile.
