The Raven Cycle AU | Genderbent
Fantur arbores linguam latinam.
That was never going to get old.
Roxy Lynch stood in Cabeswater and listened to the trees whisper. If she didn’t think too hard, the Latin stayed foreign, like it had when she’d started learning it freshman year – just syllables, rolled r’s and hard consonants, all the ends of words rounded off. Safe. Latin was the only good thing about Aligonby, except maybe Gansey.
Adam reginam, the trees said. Accusative of Ada the Queen. But she’d already forgotten the verb that came before, and she didn’t feel like asking them to repeat it.
“What happened,” she asked Ada instead, “in that tree?”
Ada didn’t answer right away. She was kneeling on the ground with her hands on a rock, eyes closed. Probably communing with the forest or some shit. Roxy itched at the hooks of her tattoo, flexed her fingers. Chainsaw nipped her hand. “Fuck you,” Roxy told him fondly.
“Which tree?” Ada asked.
“The fucking – you know. That one.”
The dreaming tree, or that was what Blue called it. It had been months since they’d first found it, and Roxy hadn’t been inside, but it itched at her. Old scab. She wanted to pick it open, like she wanted to pick Ada’s scabs off. If Ada would’ve let her.
But Ada’s eyes cut away from hers. “I don’t – Nothing.”
Corvorum regina or not, she still looked like a scared animal sometimes.
“Just say you don’t want to tell me,” she said. “Jesus.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a Catholic?”
Roxy gritted her teeth. “Don’t change the subject, Parrish.”
Ada sighed, rocked back on her heels. Sunlight spattered across her face, shadows from the trees above like old bruises. “There’s nothing to tell,” she said.
She shrugged. “Go look for yourself, then …”