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some days Gansey wished that he could be him, because Adam was so very real and true in a way that Gansey couldn’t ever seem to be.
The phone on the desk was an old-fashioned black rotary number, completely in keeping with Gansey’s love of the bizarre and barely functional. Knowing him, it was possible he had a landline merely to justify having this particular phone on his desk.
Blue wasn’t certain that Gansey was quite one for the levity, but she made a mental note to look out for it in the future.
Why a boy with a life as untroubled as Gansey’s would have needed to learn how to build such a swift and convincing false front of happiness was beyond her.
With force, Gansey kicked off his shoes. One flew over his miniature Henrietta and the other made it all the way to the side of his desk. It slammed off the old wood and slid to the ground. Under his breath, Gansey said, “Yee haw.” Blue said, “You seem upset.” “Do I?” he asked.
Noo :( im tearing wtf
Ronan, taking in Blue’s posture and Gansey below, observed, “If you spit, Blue, it would land right in his eye.”
Classic Ronan
she was at once flattered by its trust and worried that she’d scare it away.
He was full of so many wants, too many to prioritize, and so they all felt desperate.
Without Blue there to make him stronger, without Gansey there to make him human, without Ronan there to make him belong, Noah was a frightening thing.
Gansey tried several different ways to think of the situation, but there wasn’t any way he could paint it that made it hurt less. Something kept fracturing inside him.
she sat on the end of Blue’s bed, looking as soft as a poem in the dim light.
Even having braced herself for magic, Blue was breathless with it.
Adam’s heart was a bird and a stone; his relief was palpable, but so was his shame.
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
it didn’t seem impossible to believe that the world had been inherently broken and that it would never be right again.
It was a blacker and uglier thing than it had seemed before, from a world where death was unfair and instant.
There was a crushing sadness to Gansey’s face as he looked at Adam.
Gansey couldn’t begin to explain the size of this awfulness. He only knew that it burst inside him, again and again, fresh every time he considered it.
Gansey. That’s all there is.
