she flies with her own wings

“do you need to go?” blue asked. she meant go for ever, but she couldn’t say it out loud. he whispered, “not yet.”

What a pair the two of them were.

he fell quietly from her arms. he was a king.

“Excelsior,“ Gansey said bleakly. Blue asked, “What does that even mean?” Gansey looked over his shoulder at her. He was once more, just a little bit closer to the boy she’d seen in the churchyard. “Onward and upward.” 

If he were a god, he thought, this would be precisely how he’d create his new world. Unrolling it like carpet. Join us!

It was 6:21.

she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it— blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass— she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself.

for @superrache, beer, happy birthday <3

“Excelsior,“ Gansey said bleakly. Blue asked, “What does that even mean?” Gansey looked over his shoulder at her. He was once more, just a little bit closer to the boy she’d seen in the churchyard. “Onward and upward.” 

declan was a collector of beautiful, specific phrases that he would not let himself use in public, and the possessor of an illuminated, specific smile no one would ever see.

tamquam alter idem. (as if a second self).

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.