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FOR ALL YOUR GEN, SHIPPY, SMUT AND AU PIC PROMPT NEEDS
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER. INCLUDE PREFERENCES (gen/shippy/smut/au/all)
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND POSSIBLY NSFW.
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[He reaches for his brother's hand, the one on his wrist.]
Stop, stop-
[The wind picks up, the wind dies down, the wind picks up, and he's gripping Matthew's shoulders. Is he dreaming? Is this a dream? Declan doesn't sleep, he barely dreams, and he can't tell, he can't tell if that raven cackling above them is-
-he doesn't know.
Jesus Christ, he's starting to feel the pinpricks of fear against his heart.]
Where are we? Answer me!
[And for a moment, he looks like Niall in a temper.]
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Declan, I'm sorry, don't be mad.
[ His brow is troubled, round eyes full of apology as he looks up to his brother. He should've asked somebody, should've brought Declan when everyone else was here too--now Declan's upset, Declan really doesn't want to be here, and it's his fault.
The explanations come spilling out of his mouth now, everything he can remember that seems important. ]
They said it's called Cabeswater. Normally it's not like this; when Ronan-- [ He immediately regrets mentioning Ronan when Declan is already like this but there's no taking it back. ] --and the others are here everything's different, like they make it happier. It's on one of those ley lines Gansey's been looking for and I had to bring you here 'cause being here is-- it's--
It's making mom better.
[ He stumbles over the last words like a child learning to walk, praying that Declan will believe him and understand why Matthew did this. ]
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-but somehow this feels worse.]
Are you telling me that mom is here?
[Asleep here? No. Better. That's what Matthew said. Better. Awake.]
And you knew?
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Cabeswater is growing colder again, unseasonable frost creeping rapidly over the grass around his Sunday best shoes, and he folds his arms around himself, suppressing a shiver.
Whatever Declan says now, he guesses he deserves it. ]
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He's going to kill Ronan.]
Mom?
Mom?
[He yells it the second time, and then starts walking, yelling her name.
But Cabeswater isn't giving her up. Declan feels a kind of despair rise in him. He tries for a long time, but there's no reply, the only sound the noise Matthew makes following him. Finally he just stills and stands there.
For once he doesn't look like anyone else.
For once he looks like Declan, he looks like he's shattering, too.]
/silent distressed screaming
It doesn't happen.
When Declan finally stops and Matthew comes up beside him, when he sees sees his brother's face--it's terrible. It's heart-stoppingly terrible, like the days following their father's death were terrible, when everything fell apart.
Matthew doesn't ask, he just puts his arms around him and clings, pressing his face into Declan's sleeve, like holding him will keep everything from falling apart again. ]
I'm sorry, Declan, I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
[ It's not fair, this doesn't make any sense, where is she? Does the forest only work when Ronan's here, too? Matthew can't suggest coming back with him, not when Declan is going to kill him; that's just another horrible fight waiting to happen, hateful words and fists slung at one another as if they no longer share the same blood and never shared the same home. And this time it feels like Matthew's fault. ]
I AM TERRIBLE
And he puts his arm around Matthew, and takes another ragged breath.
Lie, lie, lie- that's what he hears, inside his head, or maybe it's the laughing of the raven above them, but it doesn't matter because it's advice that Declan takes to heart.]
It's okay.
[It's not okay. He's going to murder Ronan. He's going to destroy him and break his face open. He's going to go back to D.C. and refuse to come to church. Invent new reasons. Tell Gansey that it's not his business anymore.
He feels ripped open and he lies.]
It's not your fault.
[Lie. Lie. Lie.]
Mom-
Has she asked. About me?
Sorry Matthew, mommy and daddy are going to fight again and IT'S YOUR FAULT
"Like he thinks the truth'll fucking kill him."
That's what Ronan thinks. Matthew doesn't always know what to think, but he knows it isn't okay.
He lifts his eyes, bright with unshed tears, and as blue as if he'd been born into this family instead of dreamt, and he gives another tremulous nod. ]
Yeah, she-- she said I should bring you next time.
[ And that is not a lie. Of course she had asked about Declan. Matthew is her favorite, there's no denying it, but unlike their father who needed all of his things to be a particular kind of special, Aurora loves her sons without condition. ]
sadly true
Hey.
Come with me to D.C. for a week. I'll call Aglionby.
[It's a petty, dirty sort of revenge. Pulling Matthew away from Henrietta. Taking him away from Ronan.
It's the first step in a dirty war.]
I am seriously screaming
Just a week, right?
[ He has no idea.
He just doesn't want to think about Declan going back alone, not after today. Ronan has his friends and their mom and whatever he's been doing at the Barns lately. It's not like he'll need Matthew for anything.
But maybe Declan does, in some way. ]
Welcome to hell, population you and me
[That's all. Just a week. Declan won't even try and extend it.]
You can't be out of school longer than that anyway.
[It's enough to remind Ronan that Declan isn't a disposable member of this family. Cabeswater is already whispering this to the Greywaren: but those are things Declan doesn't understand, or realize.]
/lies here and suffers
[ Matthew draws away finally, his curls slightly flattened where Declan had been resting on them. He's no longer close to tears, but inside he still feels heavy and mixed up and awful. The atmosphere of the forest doesn't help at all. ]
I'll just let Ronan know. [ As he says it--carefully, like walking on eggshells--he's already reaching for his cell phone, only to remember when he sees the screen how pointless the effort is. ]
Oh, I forgot... [ Time and weather are not very reliable in magical ley line forests, and neither is the signal for his phone. Guess that's not an option right now. ]
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[He nods his head a bit.]
We'll go back.
[As if it's that simple. As if he doesn't know that somewhere in here Aurora is awake, and aware, and he misses her.]
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We'll come back next week?
[ They'll try again, right? Next time Cabeswater will be dappled in warm sunlight like it should be, with songbirds in the trees and their mother laughing in the grass as she reminds them of stories from when they were children, her fingers running through their hair.
Maybe she can still fix everything. ]
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[He says it casually but the truth is that he's torn between coming back tomorrow, in an hour, in twenty minutes, and never coming back at all.
Maybe it would be easier if he thought his mother was dead, too.]
Come on.
I literally dreamed that we found a Ronan to play the aftermath of this with us; it was hideous
It's been an improbable thirteen minutes since they left, according to the clock. This is his first visit to Cabeswater that actually felt longer to him than it did to the outside world.
He quickly leans the seat back and turns his head toward the window, too guilty to look at Declan right now. He'll have to get over that quick or the next week will be very unpleasant, but for the moment everything is still too close and he doesn't know what to say to make anything right. ]
gross sobbing that would be perfect
Nothing at all.
He takes a moment, takes a breath, and drives away.
It's not as hard as he would have thought.
He's good at lying to himself, after all.]
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After a few miles he remembers to check his phone again and there's still no service, so he sets it on his leg with the intention of sending Ronan a text as promptly as possible. Instead, he ends up watching Virginia fly past the window.
A few more miles and he starts to feel like something again. ]
Can I play some music?
Forgive me for the delay
And he's thinking about his father and how his father locked him away from this magic, too, how his father loved him, yes, but his father loved him for his resemblance and not his specialness-
And he's trying not to think of how angry he is at being so pathetic right now.
He manages not to crash the car. Bravo.
He looks at Matthew, distracted.]
There are some CDs in the glove compartment.
[He says it as though he doesn't remember that Matthew knows that.]
None of Dad's stuff.
Never apologize for anything, friend
[ Matthew can't tell if Declan is telling him not to play any of their dad's music or letting him know there isn't any to be played. Either way he already knows that one of his own CDs is stashed in the glove compartment as well, in the wrong case somewhere but still there.
He leans forward and rummages around until he finds what he wants, ready to leave silence behind.
His tastes may be questionable but the song he chooses is one he's listened to often enough that it's his music in the same way that Niall's music was Niall's. It's Matthew as much as his excessive cologne or his dimples or his inability to distinguish good food from terrible.
The lyrics are coincidental; he's just wants to fill the space between them with something. ]
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This is where he took her, right? When she disappeared.
[As if Declan wouldn't notice.
The question breaks the silence but he doesn't sound angry.]
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Yeah... Right after the Fourth of July.
[ He sighs quietly, barely audible over the music. ]
As soon as she got into Cabeswater she just woke up, like she'd been taking a nap.
[ A nap that had stolen her away from them for months. ]
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[He asks as if he doesn't know. He knows why. Why is Ronan. But he wants to hear Matthew say it. It's not the nicest thing Declan has done.]
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Because--
[ Normally the words come so much easier, he'd learned how to tread the line between his brothers without--frequently, at least--inciting one against the other by accident.
Now it's all different and he doesn't know what to say, but god the last thing he wants to do is pour more gasoline on this fire. He stares at his hands, his mouth just hanging open until he finally drags some words out. They aren't quite an answer but they aren't a lie, either. ]
I'm sorry, Declan. [ So, so sorry. ] There were so many things that were supposed to be secrets and I didn't--
[ That just sounds like an excuse and he drops it quickly, falling quiet again.
If he were Ronan he would point out that Declan's been keeping plenty of secrets, too, but he's not and he doesn't. ]
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Just tell me.
When have I ever really gotten angry with you?
[Declan and Matthew have always had a relationship that was worlds apart from Declan's relationship with Ronan. Even though Declan knew - the entire time, he always knew - he never loved Matthew any less for it. He was Ronan's dream but Declan still thought-
He always loved his dream little brother.]
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I have no idea why this took so long
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