maskormenace | Entry #004

[ Here is Gansey, looking a little strange. He’s wearing a navy-blue sweater emblazoned with a raven – an Aglionby school sweater, over what appears to be ordinary clothes. His shoulders and hair are damp, like he’s been rained on, and he looks strangely pale. Despite that, he’s displaying a welcoming smile, and his hazel eyes are bright and vital with some emotion he’s holding back. ]

Apparently, I vanished yesterday.

I say apparently because it feels more like several weeks ago, but according to this – [ he holds up one of De Chima’s daily newspapers – a tabloid, headlined with speculation about the upcoming import elections ] – it’s only been a day.

A lot can happen in a day. Sometimes things that give you perspective.

Can I ask – the school year is almost over. Some of you will be graduating. I will. Which is odd, because I was here for eight months, and then I went home and it was Fall again, and Senior year was just beginning. I’m not completely sure what age I am now. I turned eighteen a couple of months ago.

[ Which, he actually never mentioned. It had seemed like there were more important things to be getting along with, and the thought of getting older in the wrong world had annoyed Gansey anyway. He’d kept quiet. Now, if he could do that over again, he thinks he’d celebrate it more – even though he’s only mentioning it now because it’s relevant to this. ]

Then I go home, and I’m seventeen again, so now I don’t even know what counts. Graduation will, though, I know that much.

So: to everyone else who’s graduating. Or even if you’re not, even if it’s just that you see change coming for you. What are your plans? Will you work, will you travel? What would you like to do, ideally? I think I’m ready for it to be summer again.

Private to: Billy Kaplan, Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Noah Czerny, Matthew Lynch

[ This part goes to everyone’s private inboxes. Gansey’s smile is less presidential here, but his eyes are even sharper. He seems energized, like he’s on the edge of something. His voice is trying not to sound like it. ]

Hey, everyone. I very much hope I didn’t worry you. I think I was mid-conversation with you, Billy. I’ll have to blame my rudeness on the Porter.

Listen, I’m on my way home. Could someone bring the car and pick me up? I’m getting pizza from that Italian place near the porter in De Chima. I’m absolutely famished.

I’d…like to know if anyone else vanished, too. Ronan, Adam?

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[He's quiet.]

Okay.

Okay, Gansey, okay.

Okay.

[ Glancing at him. ]

You all right?

I need to make up with Adam.

[He doesn't know how yet but he needs to do it.

But saying that means he'll be fine.]

[ A little nod. It's a good sign. ]

What did you say to him?

Things I say when I'm angry.

He knows you.

[ Gansey looks up. He's studying Ronan quite closely, reaffirming in himself that he's here and that whatever was happening to Ronan in their own world is not happening here. ]

He won't hold it against you. The two of you are somewhat inevitable, as it turns out.

[He looks over, then, suddenly, his eyebrows quirking a little.]

I need him.

[Gansey, of all people, should understand that.]

I noticed.

[ Gansey looks at Ronan, a little smile on his face. ]

Blue and I are together, Ronan. I told you at home, but you should know here, too. Because we were together here.

[ He leans back in the seat, eyes closing. ]

I can't have it be a secret anymore.

Congratulations?

[There's a pause.]

Good for you, then.

[That's genuine, even if it sounds a bit resentful. It's not. He just wants Adam back.]

[ Gansey doesn't really react, except to lift his shoulders. It's said, and that's all he'd wanted. ]

Just talk to him, Ronan.

He needs you, too.

[He makes a face but doesn't disagree.

And then he nods. Okay.

Okay.]

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