[ Their hearts are heavy and she is actually grateful for the break in the silence between them, her thoughts had been going down a dark rabbit hole. She looks up at him for a moment before nodding, tucking herself back against his chest once again.]
That's why this is my favorite spot. You can see the sky almost straight ahead and it's beautiful. [ Smiling to herself, she asks a question she suspects she already knows the answer to, but it's a reason to hear him speak, to feel the warmth of his body seeping into hers.]
[ Better to carry a heavy heart with someone else beside you, right? ]
There aren't many spots where you can, are there? [ He gestures vaguely, indicating the tree that covers nearly the entirety of the yard. ]
Oh, constellations-- I know a few. [ He's seen them from a hundred different points of view. ] What about you, Jane? Do you like to look at the stars? [ His arm sneaks around her waist, hand falling to the small of her back. ]
Her skin thrums with the want to be touched, even beneath the fabric of her tank top, flimsy as it is. She lets out breath before nodding, forcing her concentration towards the stars.] Because I wasn't psychic like everyone else in this crazy house... I thought maybe I could I could do Astrology or something. [ to make a living, before she felt this bigger sense of wanting more, being more.]
Read people's horoscopes for them. [ It was a racket and she didn't sound too pleased by the idea of it, of possibly swindling people.] Star charts, that kind of thing. That doesn't take any sort of psychic ability.
[ Gansey hums along with what Blue is saying, agreeably silent otherwise. It feels nice, to listen to her divulge these things. To learn more about her. A lot of times, this information comes about in the course of the quest -- the work her family does is almost always relevant, and after all, without it they might not be lying here.
But to hear Blue talk now, knowing the reason she's sharing this has nothing to do with anything outside of this moment, the two of them, and the spreading sky above, it's somehow a nice feeling. More than nice.
Looking upward, Gansey considers what she's said. Then, lightly: ]
I have to be honest, with all the research I've done, that's not a topic I've ever learned much about. [ The way he says it makes it sound like his thought is incomplete, like he has something to say about Blue's revelation, but it's still processing in his head. ] You know a fair amount?
[ Suddenly this moment becomes achingly normal, minus the topic of discussion. But this is something she never imagined for herself, laying under the stars in the arms of the boy she likes, talking about nothing too important. It does feel nice and later, she'll long for this moment more than maybe any other they've shared.]
It's probably not entirely on topic. Unless you're talking about celestial navigation, which I don't know a lot about. [ At his question, she nods a bit.] I know about four books and, like, more than a few hours of surfing the internet's worth.
[ That thoughtful humming returns. It's either in response to what she's said or because the thought that this is a remarkably normal and therefore deeply coveted moment has occurred to him. ]
That, celestial navigation, I have researched a little. It seemed prudent. [ His finger taps idly against her back, more of a subconscious gesture that indicates he's thinking than anything else. ] That's more than me. I think all I know on the topic has come from Helen reading the horoscope section of the paper aloud on one or two occasions.
[ Blue likes the way it feels, when he hums. The gentle rattle of his chest as the sound leaves his parted lips vibrates through her, urging her eyes to close as she basks in it. What would it feel like to have his lips humming against her own? She banishes the thought as soon as it crosses her mind, focusing instead on what he's saying (and NOT on the gentle tap of his finger).
I'm not sure I really believe it. A lot of it is very generic. [ sure, her aunts and mother do not deal in specifics either but horoscopes were even worse. generalized predictions recycled often. and so often, she didn't identify with her own readings, actually more often than not.]
Horoscopes are the opiate of the masses? [ Hm, maybe not a good road to travel. ] By which I mean it's easy for people to see something in a generic statement, if they're looking for it.
[ His finger stills. ] I guess in that right, it's easier than being told something specific.
[ Notice how he's said nothing about whether or not he believes, much less what he does believe in if not -- aside from the statement earlier about believing in Blue. ]
It's easier to swallow and gets us in less trouble when things change and something doesn't happen exactly the way we might see it. [ fate rarely changed much, being non-specific helped with that. circumstances might change but the ending always seemed to be the same no matter how you got there.]
In that case, you should be as non-specific as possible. I'll try. [ He makes a rather focused face, like he's coming up with some piece of deep, meaningful wisdom. ]
Something will happen to you tomorrow. It may be good or bad. I might be there.
[ Her other hand comes to rest on his torso, at his side. Another dangerous movement, moment, everything. She looks up at him and smiles her own wry smile.] Thank god for that.
Why, I'm starting to think you only like me for my psychic oblivion. And my terrier pajama pants, of course. [ So very dangerous. But so appealing too. ]
[ She laughs again, bashfully this time as her fingers curl against the fabric of said pants, thumb running over one of the many frolicking, happy looking dogs there. ] I still would have liked firetrucks better but the dogs are pretty cute.
I noticed you very wisely didn't comment on my clearly gifted Valentine's day pants. [ Her smile is impish even as she shifts a little closer to him, without really realizing it or meaning to.]
[ The comment causes him to raise his head again, this time with the intention of looking in the direction of her pants. It jostles them slightly, but he's quick to shift back so they aren't disturbed further. ]
[ She hums, moving to slide her other hand beneath her chin so it's not pressing into his chest so hard.] Like you are, all the time. [ Whoops. She did not mean to let that slip out. THANKS SLIGHT BUZZ.]
[ If he's noticed any such thing, it isn't evident. He does pay special notice to the comment though, smiling in a way that is decidedly charming, but also contains those telltale hints of self-deprecation that somehow seem to become him so nicely also. ]
Really? I didn't realize raven boys could charm Blue Sargent.
[ Giving him a bit of a smack on the side, a playful and gentle one, she lets out a laugh.] Don't you dare tell anyone. Besides, I never said you charmed me.
Oh, I can't lie-- the gossip is insidious. [ Does it make you love him any less? Gansey doesn't participate in a lot of Aglionby's traditional behaviors. He is a strange anomaly. ]
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That's why this is my favorite spot. You can see the sky almost straight ahead and it's beautiful. [ Smiling to herself, she asks a question she suspects she already knows the answer to, but it's a reason to hear him speak, to feel the warmth of his body seeping into hers.]
Do you know any constellations?
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There aren't many spots where you can, are there? [ He gestures vaguely, indicating the tree that covers nearly the entirety of the yard. ]
Oh, constellations-- I know a few. [ He's seen them from a hundred different points of view. ] What about you, Jane? Do you like to look at the stars? [ His arm sneaks around her waist, hand falling to the small of her back. ]
MAKES UP HEADCANON.
Her skin thrums with the want to be touched, even beneath the fabric of her tank top, flimsy as it is. She lets out breath before nodding, forcing her concentration towards the stars.] Because I wasn't psychic like everyone else in this crazy house... I thought maybe I could I could do Astrology or something. [ to make a living, before she felt this bigger sense of wanting more, being more.]
Read people's horoscopes for them. [ It was a racket and she didn't sound too pleased by the idea of it, of possibly swindling people.] Star charts, that kind of thing. That doesn't take any sort of psychic ability.
this is good, yes.
But to hear Blue talk now, knowing the reason she's sharing this has nothing to do with anything outside of this moment, the two of them, and the spreading sky above, it's somehow a nice feeling. More than nice.
Looking upward, Gansey considers what she's said. Then, lightly: ]
I have to be honest, with all the research I've done, that's not a topic I've ever learned much about. [ The way he says it makes it sound like his thought is incomplete, like he has something to say about Blue's revelation, but it's still processing in his head. ] You know a fair amount?
feels right.
It's probably not entirely on topic. Unless you're talking about celestial navigation, which I don't know a lot about. [ At his question, she nods a bit.] I know about four books and, like, more than a few hours of surfing the internet's worth.
it does, it does.
That, celestial navigation, I have researched a little. It seemed prudent. [ His finger taps idly against her back, more of a subconscious gesture that indicates he's thinking than anything else. ] That's more than me. I think all I know on the topic has come from Helen reading the horoscope section of the paper aloud on one or two occasions.
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I'm not sure I really believe it. A lot of it is very generic. [ sure, her aunts and mother do not deal in specifics either but horoscopes were even worse. generalized predictions recycled often. and so often, she didn't identify with her own readings, actually more often than not.]
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[ His finger stills. ] I guess in that right, it's easier than being told something specific.
[ Notice how he's said nothing about whether or not he believes, much less what he does believe in if not -- aside from the statement earlier about believing in Blue. ]
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html is a truly fickle mistress
Something will happen to you tomorrow. It may be good or bad. I might be there.
[ Tada. ]
it is!
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[ This is altogether too easy, isn't it? ]
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They're quite charming.
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Really? I didn't realize raven boys could charm Blue Sargent.
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Does it make you love him any less?Gansey doesn't participate in a lot of Aglionby's traditional behaviors. He is a strange anomaly. ]no subject
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/shakes fist at capacha but also at these two lovesick puppies.
if you'd like to continue elsewhere and escape captcha's evil clutches, that's fine with me!
looook below.