[ Blue would, if she were allowed to do so in this metaphorical universe of theirs, spend all her afternoons clearing that path of debris. What she'd like to throw on the fire is the biggest piece of debris of all, but that would be her whole self. Or, at least her cursed mouth, and she thinks perhaps - if there's something on the other side of that curse - she'd like to have it around if she were to be allowed a proper kiss someday.
No, not a proper kiss. She's had a kiss and it wouldn't be fair to call it something other than proper. Without anything else to base it upon and because it was a gift from a person she considers a friend, that is.
In the meanwhile, back in reality, she forces herself to become ever more concerned about boat shoes. Because boat shoes are a much more sensible thing to be concerned about than Gansey's lips. Gansey's mouth - from which come such wonderful and frustrating things. ]
I appreciate the sense, but not the volume. Do you even know how many different pairs you have? [ She lets a little combativeness into her voice, because that will keep her on the alert for more rule-breaking. ]
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No, not a proper kiss. She's had a kiss and it wouldn't be fair to call it something other than proper. Without anything else to base it upon and because it was a gift from a person she considers a friend, that is.
In the meanwhile, back in reality, she forces herself to become ever more concerned about boat shoes. Because boat shoes are a much more sensible thing to be concerned about than Gansey's lips. Gansey's mouth - from which come such wonderful and frustrating things. ]
I appreciate the sense, but not the volume. Do you even know how many different pairs you have? [ She lets a little combativeness into her voice, because that will keep her on the alert for more rule-breaking. ]