“Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.”

M U R D E R E D  The writing continued until the driver’s side glass was clear, entirely swept clean by an invisible finger, until there were so many words that none of them could be read. Until it was only a window into an empty car with the memory of a burger on the passenger seat. ‘Noah,’ Gansey said, ‘I’m so sorry.’ Blue wiped away a tear. ‘Me too.’ Stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, Ronan pressed his fingers to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote: R E M E M B E R E D.

“coincidence?” ronan asked. “i think not.”

it was meant to be sarcastic. gansey had said i don’t believe in coincidences so often that he no longer needed to. (insp.)

Noah crouched over Gansey’s body. He said, for the last time, ‘You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.’ Gansey died. ‘Goodbye,’ Noah said. ‘Don’t throw it away.’ He quietly slid from time.

i am unknowable

it felt like years ago that he had made his bargain with cabeswater. i will be your hands. i will be your eyes. how horrified gansey had been, and maybe he had been right. because here was adam stripped of all his options. rendered so easily and simply powerless.

he felt it in the pit of his soul, sick and twisted and disappearing. the sensation of being unmade from the roots of cabeswater to the nerve endings in his bound hands. there was nothing left of him to unravel. he had given it all to cabeswater—to ronan. to gansey, to blue, to the ley line. to nothing.

“wake up.”

ronan was broken, ronan was fixable, ronan had a soul.

“I was more when I was alive.”

How arrogant we are, Adam thought, to deliver babies who can’t walk or talk or feed themselves. How sure we are that nothing will destroy them before they can take care of themselves. How fragile they were, how easily abandoned and neglected and beaten and hated. Prey animals were born afraid.

Light, or something like light, reflected off it onto Ronan’s chin and cheeks, rendering him stark and handsome and terrifying and someone else. 

happy birthday to the love of my life, adam parrish ↳ july 3rd– (listen i know it’s the 4th already but there is never a bad time to celebrate adam parrish) 

the annoying thing about ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry.