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[Backdated to 11/11]
Blue's sitting on her bed staring at her phone.
It's been a week and a half, now, since the Purge. In her memory, half of the night is a blur, half of it horrible, vivid moments she can't shake from her head. Watching Alec struggling to breathe under Magnus' hands with them both trying desperately to turn it back; the way the ground had opened up, the demons and the violence on the ground. She can barely remember making her way from the city to Harley and Effy's, or that she'd stopped in Cabeswater, but the 10 seconds she thought that the way she was going to die on Purge night was by Ellie shooting her seem like an hour. For some reason, remembering the solid, empty dead bodies of that night always takes her to sitting between the mirrors in the attic holding Persephone in her arms, and she's been doing her best to not think about it. To instead think of the cats, the coffee, the next thing she has to do.
There's another body those casualties of Purge Night recall her to. It's been five days now since they defeated -- since Gansey defeated the Unmaker. Lying there, blue-lipped and unGansey, still and horrible. Since Noah had torn off his necklace, since she and Ronan and Adam had sat around him and reached to Cabeswater to plead no, you can't, take what you need from us. Without a thought for what that might mean or who it could affect.
Since she'd reached, treelike into Cabeswater and soaked up that power so opposite to her own, reflecting outward, and kissed it back into Gansey's lips, desperate and hopeful. Hoping, hoping that it this wasn't like the first time some version of her had kissed Gansey.
It's been enough time to relive it, enough time to not think about it, enough time to justify it and that panic as understandable. Enough time to think about what she might have given up besides, apparently, allowing Noah solidity, or boosting Magnus' powers.
She should have wanted to run to Ellie. She has, so often, felt so comfortable just driving around with her or flopping on the couch until she wants to talk about what's in her mind. But she's finding that every time she's too busy to warrant texting her, or calling, she's relieved, instead of annoyed. It's been a week since they almost died together, and despite being on edge that something will happen to her and Blue won't know, despite how nauseous she feels over her own thoughts, she doesn't want to see Ellie.
She stares at her phone. And then she texts her. Hey. Can we talk about stuff? In person.
Blue's sitting on her bed staring at her phone.
It's been a week and a half, now, since the Purge. In her memory, half of the night is a blur, half of it horrible, vivid moments she can't shake from her head. Watching Alec struggling to breathe under Magnus' hands with them both trying desperately to turn it back; the way the ground had opened up, the demons and the violence on the ground. She can barely remember making her way from the city to Harley and Effy's, or that she'd stopped in Cabeswater, but the 10 seconds she thought that the way she was going to die on Purge night was by Ellie shooting her seem like an hour. For some reason, remembering the solid, empty dead bodies of that night always takes her to sitting between the mirrors in the attic holding Persephone in her arms, and she's been doing her best to not think about it. To instead think of the cats, the coffee, the next thing she has to do.
There's another body those casualties of Purge Night recall her to. It's been five days now since they defeated -- since Gansey defeated the Unmaker. Lying there, blue-lipped and unGansey, still and horrible. Since Noah had torn off his necklace, since she and Ronan and Adam had sat around him and reached to Cabeswater to plead no, you can't, take what you need from us. Without a thought for what that might mean or who it could affect.
Since she'd reached, treelike into Cabeswater and soaked up that power so opposite to her own, reflecting outward, and kissed it back into Gansey's lips, desperate and hopeful. Hoping, hoping that it this wasn't like the first time some version of her had kissed Gansey.
It's been enough time to relive it, enough time to not think about it, enough time to justify it and that panic as understandable. Enough time to think about what she might have given up besides, apparently, allowing Noah solidity, or boosting Magnus' powers.
She should have wanted to run to Ellie. She has, so often, felt so comfortable just driving around with her or flopping on the couch until she wants to talk about what's in her mind. But she's finding that every time she's too busy to warrant texting her, or calling, she's relieved, instead of annoyed. It's been a week since they almost died together, and despite being on edge that something will happen to her and Blue won't know, despite how nauseous she feels over her own thoughts, she doesn't want to see Ellie.
She stares at her phone. And then she texts her. Hey. Can we talk about stuff? In person.