WHAT IS TO LOVE? you think this is it. when you crown him king with his halo dazzling against the blackness of the stars because they, of course, they are dimmed against him. he outshines them all. this is love. WHAT IS TO LOVE? you think this is it. you hollow out his thighs and worship his mouth and surrender to his army. you build a temple out of the prayers you have whispered to him against the breathless warmth of his lips and you kneel. you kneel. this is love. WHAT IS TO LOVE? you think this is it. this scrambling of limbs and waking together in the morning, falling asleep at night with your arm dangling over his sun-stroked (for the sun, even the sun loves him– how could it not?) torso, tracing the dimples of his back with the pins affixed, haphazardly, to your palm. you scar him with needles and he kills you with knives. this is love. WHAT IS TO LOVE? you think this is it. the boldness he has inspired, the boldness he regrets. the calluses on your palm, the calluses he carries in his chest. the fraying leather you don, the shining steel he was born in. you love the idea of one last supernova, you taste the idea of going down in storm and glory on your tongue, a phoenix in the fire, of matching his brilliance for the first and the last time. you know with dread and you know with terrible clarity and you know with the unerring confidence of a boy who knows he has nothing to lose. all you can lose is him. all you can lose is him. and you are saving him, you are, you are saving him from drowning in his own blood. you think that, as you become him and soak up his fire and swallow his flames, that this is it. this is love.
you would burn the world down and build it up brick by brick for him // s.w. (via bluesergente)
suffering with Gansey and Blue
adam’s kisses are always reflect exactly what he feels. no jokes, no bullshit. when he kisses, he is trying to say something with it from the very moment he begins to lean in. to adam kisses are one of the many ways he can express what he’s feeling towards certain people. with blue, he was never able to say all of the things he felt, nor could he convey them through a kiss. sometimes he regrets it, other times he’s a bit glad he didn’t have the chance to let blue completely see into him that way. with ronan it was so much different. with ronan, adam is completely unable to hold back. he’s speaking a thousand words per second with each kiss and ronan, a master of all languages understands it all.
ronan’s kisses are softer than anticipated. ronan is a boy that shines from miles away without even trying to, a true child of the moon in the fact that not all the beauty in him is due to the light of those surrounding him, but they do illuminate him in ways he couldn’t achieve on his own. this is not a well known fact unless you are one of his close friends, so when adam and ronan kiss for the first time, adam isn’t completely surprised. he knows ronan more than ronan thinks he does, but he is still taken aback by the way ronan melted into him, easily accepting and taking all adam had to give. in ronan’s opinion there was no room for him to put up walls when it was between him and adam, adam and him. and though ronan did not have any secrets to share through kisses the way adam did, their kisses were still very much a conversation. adam would pour words into every kiss “i need you, i need this, we need each other” and ronan would press back, his arms around adam’s neck, his hips pressed into adam’s, and the way he’d bite down on adam’s lip, everything was an answer. every move was a thousand “yeses” spilling back into adam.
something wicked this way comes. modern witches: instagram.
things adam parrish receives in the mail during his first semester at college:
six books from gansey about mythology, ley lines, and glendower, all sticky-noted with things gansey has noticed in his studies. most of these sticky notes have questions for adam on them. some of them have doodles of fast cars and girls with spiky hair. some of them have beatles lyrics. adam keeps all of them, replacing gansey’s sticky notes with his own before sending them back.
thirty-two letters from blue, all of which he has responded to and kept. they both have pay-by-the-minute phones now–a necessity, given the distance in the group–but blue sent adam a two-page letter during his first week at the dorms, and it made adam feel so much less alone that he just never stopped. they talk about a lot of things–what’s happening at fox way (told to blue, away at her own school, over the phone by orla and calla and her mother), how ronan and gansey are doing, whether or not adam’s checked in with the student disability center about accommodations for his hearing, whether or not blue and checked in about her dyslexia, how big and wide and vast the world outside of Henrietta is for two people who have never really left its boundaries.
three mixtapes from ronan, along with various knickknacks and dream things that make adam’s heart squeeze in his chest and laughter bubble from his lips. a pair of headphones specifically for someone with single-sided deafness, a tin-can that works as a walkie talkie (one of a five-piece set), a bag of candy from that local place that adam likes. letters, but not long, like blue’s–short things, like tracklists or scraps of paper with “i fucking miss you” or “your roommate sounds like a dick” or “2 weeks” written on them in a messy hand
little notes from noah, stuck in with ronan’s mail–things that say “ronan wouldn’t let me put blink182 on your mixtape :(” or “ronan went red for like two days when those flowers showed up” or "we maybe kind of adopted your old dog and she’s the best??”
a small package from fox way that comes once a month–like the one blue gets–full of slightly burned cookies and magical advice and, on a few occasions, notes that calla or maura have found while going through persephone’s things that mention him. calla writes him, sometimes, and adam is getting better at knowing that it’s not just because he meant something to persephone.
honestly the main thing I got from your last reply is that we should start a campaign to get maggie to write a spin off book with henry cheng as the main character
just imagine following the adventures of henry cheng as he overthrows the corrupt power structure of aglonby, increases the stock value of starbucks via lackeys, does modeling shoots with horses, and freaks out every time his car gets a slight scratch on it
meanwhile in the background you have hints of dick gansey’s gay welsh cult running around being weird and otherworldly and henry wanting to make out with gansey but ultimately not pining or being too worried by it not happening
blue sargent: if i kiss my true love he'll die
noah czerny: well...if you ever want a kiss i noahguy™