on a tree in the garden i carved your name and the word is spelled desire
summary: gansey and blue and all-nighters and working on his henrietta model and movie marathons and cuddling
Slender beams of moonlight
filtered in through Monmouth’s floor to ceiling windows, illuminating
the outlines of Gansey’s miniature ghost town. With the light of the
desk lamp he’d placed on the ground, he was able to see every detail
with precise accuracy. Gansey was wide awake on the floor at two a.m.,
working on his Henrietta model, but that was so far from unusual that
the strange thing would have been if he was sleeping. His glasses sat on
the top of his nose, crooked due to an unfortunate accident of breaking
and trying to fix the bridge of it with duct tape, and he was forced to
adjust them every two minutes when they shifted too far right. It
should be frustrating but Gansey welcomed the distraction tonight. He
knew he ought to go and have them fixed properly, or at the very least,
buy a new pair, but with his life speeding up around him, threatening to
rush by if his attention slipped just for a moment, glasses always
seemed to be stuck on the bottom of his list of priorities. And frankly,
he never failed to forget he’d broken them until he put them on his
nose at night and ah, of course.
Gansey adjusted his glasses
again, for the umpteenth time that night, and focused on gluing a
miniature cardboard roof for the post office in place. This was like
every other night. This was normal. Except it wasn’t.
Haru had never wanted to fight. He never wanted to get dragged into a war that would eventually take away everything he had ever held dear. He left with Plue because it was the right thing to do. He fought Demon Card, King, Doryu, Hardner, and even Lucia because they had to be stopped. There was nothing he abhorred more than violence.
And now that violence would mark the end of his journey.