Taking the guitar from him, Blue trums an A chord and Ronan's pleased to find he'd managed to make it tuned this time, at least. The note hangs in the air for a moment before drifting into silence before she starts picking, soft and slow.
"This place gives you nothing but time," Ronan points out with a shrug. "Why wait?"
He realizes, belatedly, that they've both calmed the hell down, as though Cabeswater's parting storm clouds took the mood with it. Not entirely, though. There's still an itch under Ronan's skin and there's still a sharpness in Blue's eyes. This isn't a truce, not exactly.
Still, it's a little too close to one so Ronan smirks. "Maybe you could write Gansey a love song."
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Date: 2015-12-21 07:59 pm (UTC)"This place gives you nothing but time," Ronan points out with a shrug. "Why wait?"
He realizes, belatedly, that they've both calmed the hell down, as though Cabeswater's parting storm clouds took the mood with it. Not entirely, though. There's still an itch under Ronan's skin and there's still a sharpness in Blue's eyes. This isn't a truce, not exactly.
Still, it's a little too close to one so Ronan smirks. "Maybe you could write Gansey a love song."