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entrancelogs2015-08-26 08:37 pm
mintly) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-26 08:37 pm
i am the king of the sparrows
Who: Gansey and you!
Where: the library, the forest, the beach
When: 8/25
Rating: probably E for Everyone! Some light swearing, description of cleaning an infected wound.
Summary: Gansey is learning his way around Wonderland
The Story:
the library
[anyone who knew gansey (which is, of course, at this point, basically nobody) would be unsurprised to find him in the library. books are a safe haven, reading and research always a source of comfort, and this library has enough books to keep anyone entertained for an eternity.
at the moment, he's amassing a pile of them at the bottom of a ladder. they're on a variety of subjects, from ley lines and welsh history to the first three novels about a certain wizard with a scar on his forehead. he seems comfortable enough up on the library ladder, or at least he does until he adds one too many books to the collection he's holding on one forearm, and it goes tumbling to the floor.
apologies to anyone nearby for either the sudden falling object or the very loud noise it makes when it hits the ground.]
the forest
[the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, and gansey is homesick as all hell, at sea without his friends, without his quest, without much to anchor him besides the strange man who lives in the next room over. unmoored and left to his own devices, he seeks solace in a place that's maybe just a little like another forest he knows. it's nothing like cabeswater, really, lacking in all the magic and wonder, but the odd sense of not-quite-reality that pervades all of wonderland is something, at least.
if nothing else, it's quite a sight to see a well-groomed teenaged boy in khaki cargo shorts, a brightly colored polo, and boat shoes climbing a tree. or maybe you spot him when he's up there, wedged more-or-less comfortably in. the polo really is rather unsubtle.]
the beach
[gansey's wanderings have brought him to the shoreline. he has his shoes hooked on two fingers and a library book held with the others, but instead of helping himself to one of the chairs, he just stands and stares, watching the waves, his free hand in his pocket, rocking gently back and forth, digging his feet into the sand. once he's in up to his ankles, he goes completely still, watching the waves break and crest on shore.
he probably stands there for fifteen minutes, at least, before pulling his feet free, setting his shoes and book on a vacant chair, and walking toward the water, both hands in his pockets now. there's something about the set of his shoulders, a bone-deep loneliness, or at least aloneness. when he gets down to the water's edge, he turns and begins to walk along it. where's he going? he has no idea. it doesn't really matter.]
Where: the library, the forest, the beach
When: 8/25
Rating: probably E for Everyone! Some light swearing, description of cleaning an infected wound.
Summary: Gansey is learning his way around Wonderland
The Story:
the library
[anyone who knew gansey (which is, of course, at this point, basically nobody) would be unsurprised to find him in the library. books are a safe haven, reading and research always a source of comfort, and this library has enough books to keep anyone entertained for an eternity.
at the moment, he's amassing a pile of them at the bottom of a ladder. they're on a variety of subjects, from ley lines and welsh history to the first three novels about a certain wizard with a scar on his forehead. he seems comfortable enough up on the library ladder, or at least he does until he adds one too many books to the collection he's holding on one forearm, and it goes tumbling to the floor.
apologies to anyone nearby for either the sudden falling object or the very loud noise it makes when it hits the ground.]
the forest
[the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, and gansey is homesick as all hell, at sea without his friends, without his quest, without much to anchor him besides the strange man who lives in the next room over. unmoored and left to his own devices, he seeks solace in a place that's maybe just a little like another forest he knows. it's nothing like cabeswater, really, lacking in all the magic and wonder, but the odd sense of not-quite-reality that pervades all of wonderland is something, at least.
if nothing else, it's quite a sight to see a well-groomed teenaged boy in khaki cargo shorts, a brightly colored polo, and boat shoes climbing a tree. or maybe you spot him when he's up there, wedged more-or-less comfortably in. the polo really is rather unsubtle.]
the beach
[gansey's wanderings have brought him to the shoreline. he has his shoes hooked on two fingers and a library book held with the others, but instead of helping himself to one of the chairs, he just stands and stares, watching the waves, his free hand in his pocket, rocking gently back and forth, digging his feet into the sand. once he's in up to his ankles, he goes completely still, watching the waves break and crest on shore.
he probably stands there for fifteen minutes, at least, before pulling his feet free, setting his shoes and book on a vacant chair, and walking toward the water, both hands in his pockets now. there's something about the set of his shoulders, a bone-deep loneliness, or at least aloneness. when he gets down to the water's edge, he turns and begins to walk along it. where's he going? he has no idea. it doesn't really matter.]
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Would you do that to me?
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There was a sharp snap of betrayal and then a furious aftermath of just blanketed hurt and offense. He even withdrew from Gansey, just staring at him hotly, his glare splitting his face apart with raw hurt that Gansey would even think he'd ever do something like that to him.
He very much wanted to leave right then. It'd be easy enough. Just stomp out of the room grumbling but he didn't. He cared too much already and it rooted him to the spot. Still. He didn't know what to say because words were never his strong suit.
So he decided to settle with the truth.)
No.
(Anger like his was a shotgun reaction to needing to get through something. It fizzles out fast and he's left looking oddly exhausted, shoulders slumped. He removes his leg out from under him and sits normally on the couch, facing away from Gansey to stare out, eyes empty more than blank.
It's hardly like he deserved for Gansey to think highly of him anyway. The boy barely knew him and he shouldn't think highly of him anyway. There was nothing Max had ever done in his life to deserve that.)
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Ramsey.
[gansey shifts from the couch to the floor, settling himself on his knees between max's knees and taking gentle hold of his shoulders.]
I already knew that. Don't you see? That's the difference. What you do to someone who would just as soon see you dead isn't the same. I know you wouldn't hurt me. You aren't going to be able to convince me that you're a monster.
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There were very few people he had ever cared about. He was easy for it with the right people but did a good enough job in secluding himself that it had never been many people to begin with. He does pick up on one thing that Gansey says though.
His head sways back and forth, eyes dark as he stares down at the boy.)
Not a monster. Worse than that. Human.
(He sighs lowly, removing Gansey's hands from his shoulders.)
Thanks for the help. Should get out of your hair.
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[gansey catches max's hands. he holds the broken one carefully, but the other he works his fingers between max's, pressing his palm into max's palm and his fingers into the dips between the tendons of the back of his hand..]
You should stay here. I want you to stay here.
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He readjusts his grip, tips his head to watch the way that their palms slide together. More than that, he feels the way they come to shape over one another. Fits well, comfortably, and very certain. Reliable.
His attention is eventually drawn back to Gansey and he blinks with wonder at him, like Gansey had just showed him a magic trick of some sort. He doesn't say anything but he does nod. Just once. He'd stay.)
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gansey finds that he's staring too, but at max's face instead of their hands, watching him come back a bit from wherever he'd gone. he squeezes max's fingers.]
I know you wouldn't hurt me, Ramsey. I knew before I asked. I knew when I told you what it's really like, in my head. That's not something I tell people. Do you understand?
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The thing was that there were plenty of people Max would break but never anyone he wanted to protect. He'd rather cut his own hands off before he ever hurt someone like that.)
Mmmm. I'll keep you safe here.
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[he doesn't let go of max's hand as he climbs to his feet and sits back down on the couch, close enough that their legs touch as he slides down so that his head rests against the back of the couch, letting their hands rest on his thigh. he's shaken, by max's injuries and his world and the way he'd just shut down the moment gansey even implied doubt.
how had this all come to matter so much so quickly?
but then, who else did either of them have? without his friends, gansey had nothing. but max felt suspiciously like something. he felt like a part of something bigger than either of them on their own. it wasn't the profound sort of feeling he had each time he'd collected a piece of the glendower puzzle. it was a quieter, more subtle thing, the sort of bigness that, like a virginia summer night, spread out and swallowed a body up in its warmth and quiet.]