[As soon as the figure speaks, the sound inside his skull slows. The need to search quiets down to a murmur. Of course Ronan would be the first one that his gift demanded that he find. The realization pulls a rare grin from him, the one that isn't polished by politics and meant to distract people so they don't realize Gansey is keeping them at arm's length. It's bright and young and full of the exuberance he always feels when he's around his best friend.
Maybe in this strange place, one that has rules that Gansey doesn't know yet, he should be more cautious. But he knows that this is Ronan, not some magic that is projecting what Gansey wishes for. This couldn't be an illusion. He knows the tumble of curls and bright blue eyes that are only slightly dimmed in the darkness. The stance and the clomp of work boots and the frustrating way that Ronan is taller than him. The only person he's truly close to in the States, the boy who he'd somehow stumbled upon and instantly felt kinship toward.
The grin does something odd inside Gansey's chest that he tries to ignore even as it catches his breath. He steps closer and something inside him relaxes the way it always does when he's around Ronan. While another part of him feels wound too tight as he pulls Ronan into a hug.
It's not something Gansey normally does. He shakes hands and bumps fists, knocks shoulders with the boys at Aglionby, but rarely does he indulge in more contact than that. But this is a different situation. They're far from home and this is Ronan, not someone that Gansey only knows in passing at school.
As soon as his arms are around Ronan, the last of the demand to Find settles, quieting completely.]
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[As soon as the figure speaks, the sound inside his skull slows. The need to search quiets down to a murmur. Of course Ronan would be the first one that his gift demanded that he find. The realization pulls a rare grin from him, the one that isn't polished by politics and meant to distract people so they don't realize Gansey is keeping them at arm's length. It's bright and young and full of the exuberance he always feels when he's around his best friend.
Maybe in this strange place, one that has rules that Gansey doesn't know yet, he should be more cautious. But he knows that this is Ronan, not some magic that is projecting what Gansey wishes for. This couldn't be an illusion. He knows the tumble of curls and bright blue eyes that are only slightly dimmed in the darkness. The stance and the clomp of work boots and the frustrating way that Ronan is taller than him. The only person he's truly close to in the States, the boy who he'd somehow stumbled upon and instantly felt kinship toward.
The grin does something odd inside Gansey's chest that he tries to ignore even as it catches his breath. He steps closer and something inside him relaxes the way it always does when he's around Ronan. While another part of him feels wound too tight as he pulls Ronan into a hug.
It's not something Gansey normally does. He shakes hands and bumps fists, knocks shoulders with the boys at Aglionby, but rarely does he indulge in more contact than that. But this is a different situation. They're far from home and this is Ronan, not someone that Gansey only knows in passing at school.
As soon as his arms are around Ronan, the last of the demand to Find settles, quieting completely.]
Jesus, Lynch. I thought I was alone here.