"I'm starting to think I should get one, so here we both are." Blue hadn't even really formed the feeling into a full thought; it's something that's been on a low simmer, like everything else, since January, or at least since February. When it comes out of her mouth she's almost startled by it: it sounds a little more serious about it than she thought she was. But it feels like no one can see how much this hurts, how much it all meant: Henrietta and the Raven Boys, Ronan and Adam, Noah, Gansey and who he was, who they all were in the weird pre-mapped story of her life and even when that map went totally off the page. Like no one would have any idea, and she doesn't have words for it. A tattoo would at least etch it where it was permanent. Maybe it's a stupid reason to do that. Maybe it's the only reason anyone ever gets something permanent: a proof of something.
She doesn't know.
She's tired too, in a way that's beyond words, but she's not sure exactly in what way Tris means. "Would you rather we just stay in?" Blue still feels like doing something stupid, but she can do it later; she doesn't want to inflict her bad decisions on Tris if she's not up to it.
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Date: 2018-04-06 04:00 am (UTC)She doesn't know.
She's tired too, in a way that's beyond words, but she's not sure exactly in what way Tris means. "Would you rather we just stay in?" Blue still feels like doing something stupid, but she can do it later; she doesn't want to inflict her bad decisions on Tris if she's not up to it.