MAGICIAN. /

" Tamquam, " he said , gently .

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random line gene. -  for @dearests​

           ‘  i never meant to come between  you  &   him . ’  

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random line gene. -  for @somniaar​

‘   maybe you’ll take me out one day ---  

                                                             or do i have to make an appointment   ?   ’  

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random line gene. -  for @glendowr​

         ‘    you stand there & accuse me ,  but where were you at the time ?  ’ 

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random line gene. -  for @shamhlaigh​

          ‘  this isn’t just about you .  it’s about what’s best for all of us .  ’  

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random line gene. -  for  @lndenmeres​ 

         ‘    matthew   ,    what did you bury in the garden  ?    ’   

[valtsv]

don’t forget, you can disappear into the woods at any time. whether that is a worrying thought or a reassuring one is up to you.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

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just dropped by to check up on things and wow! i did not expect the sudden influx of followers! 

[avvocarlo]

rich people should get robbed at least once a week

[dinosaurguts-deactivated2023091]

why ?

[avvocarlo]

builds character

[florenzies-deactivated20260225]

i’m one of the lucky ones. because you survived? …aye, that too.

[lavndertown]

    “ You can be just friends with people, you know, ” Orla said. “ I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys. ” ── Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one  a n o t h e r .

friendship event : THE GANGSEY (insp.)       ↳ @fandomaestheticnet​

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Adam Parrish and his motorcycle

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little lynch .  

to say matthew did this willingly was an overstatement. each time, monthly to weekly to daily, he felt that pull, and, well - things happen. mostly wandering-out-of-class-things. it’s less easy to pretend it’s something normal, that all boys do. especially since his brothers have noticed.

and here, he almost doesn’t notice adam and the motorcycle, doesn’t stop to say howdy or hi or what’s crack-a-lackin’ or any other silly thing matthew thinks of to greet parrish with. it’s only after he speaks that matthew registers he’s here at all. 

“ oh. huh? ” he turns as though pulled out of a daydream. “ oh! uhh. hyup. ” matthew sounds less cheery - mostly dazed. “ i just…saw the… ” and it sure sounds like he means to follow up with something, but it doesn’t quite come out. the sentence hangs there to address his worrying habit for him.

                        HE ALLOWS THE SILENCE TO STAGGER .   /    eyes slipping downward to examine the way his hands had suddenly clenched themselves tight ‘round the handles of his motorcycle   ;    for a moment  ,  parrish doesn’t say much of anything .   his head ,  like always  ,  overtakes him  ---  mind kicking into gear for  a solution  ,   an answer  ,  some sort of explanation  to matthew’s lack of sensory  &  understanding .  the boy always did strike him as acutely aloof  ---  the walking  ,   breathing  head-in-the-clouds metaphor  ---  &  the lack of another  lynch  by his side worries him terribly .   adam leans to the side  ,   kicking up the lower kickstand of the bike toward the sidewalk .   ‘   . . . come here ,  matthew.  let’s get you home.  ’   he was already on his way to the barns anyway .  surely ronan needed to attend to this .   as much as he hated to admit it ,  adam parrish still didn’t quite understand magic  &  it’s lawless properties .  

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im terrible to my son

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                            IT FELT WRONG .  /    the momentary freeing lift of weight off his shoulders  ,   his mind having mulled o’er his class schedule  &  work load in his head  ---   o’ver &  o’er again like he had been turning stone o’ver in his palms  ---   yet he was still dissatisfied .   nevertheless  ,   there parrish was  :  sitting up top the leather seat of his dreamt motorcycle  ,   the grip in his hands firm   ;   familiar henrietta breeze combing through dusty brown hair  &  his lungs give out a happy  ,   homey sigh.   he sits upright momentarily  ---  pressing pads of his fingers idly to his palms as he waits for the streetlights looming before him to flicker green .   if he hadn’t glanced o’er to the side  ,   he would have missed the familiar sight of bobbing golden curls  &  bright blue eyes   ;   striding effortlessly down the crowded sidewalk .   immediately ,  his instincts kick into gear  ---  where was matthew going unsupervised  ,   what time was it ,  didn’t matthew have school  ,  how old was he again ,  where was he going ?  ---  &  with a swift kick off ,  adam turns the motorcycle around & drives o’er toward where the boy walked   ;   clearing his throat sharply  .    ‘   . . . don’t you have class ,  matthew  ?    ’     //  @dreamtgold​

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                       THE TREES SPOKE LATIN.  /    &  sometimes ,  adam understood .  the endless nights of pouring o’er dictionaries  &  textbooks  &  scribbled down notes had assured that  ---  finding  &  binding with cabeswater itself had fixed it down  ,   &  ronan lynch was the glue that solidified the job .    he doesn’t know what to make of this  ,   not quite yet  ,  but he doesn’t outright hate it either .   waterpooled gaze would flicker slowly across the bunches of leaves that hung above his head upon thick  ,   grey tree branches    ;     heavy with spring .   he smells it in the air  ---  pollen  &  flower dust .   &  finally ,  his head turns  ---  knowing  ,   all at once  ,   who he was with .    ronan’s eyes always were the easiest to pinpoint in thick crowds .   ‘    what do you make of it ,  ronan  ?   ’   he’d gesture around with a wiry hand .   ‘    this is . . . a dream , right ?   ’    it has to be.   i wasn’t here before.   //  @somniaar​

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ɴᴏᴀʜ . 

every thought telegraphs itself as if adam were really speaking - and if noah focused just on the car in front of them, he’d think it the truth. another side effect of being dead. no, not dead (though he definitely is) - tied to cabeswater. just like the low hum of energy both here and where his skeleton lay. just like being in two places at once at all.

“ they can wait if it’s not done. ” they being cabeswater - it being the honda. “ i used to have a car too. i tried tinkering once, but… ” he trails off. another habit of his, but at least this time he finds his footing again. just on different ground. “ are you done? i can’t tell. ”

                          A PART OF PARRISH HATES THIS .   /    hates the buzzing incline of the magic that instilled itself within his veins  ---  adam likes to think of himself as a planner ,  an attentive organizer  ---  &  yet the bargain with cabeswater had been anything but that .  locked within those trees  ,   fingers stabbed into the moist forest ground down to his knuckles until he could feel something breathe  &  seize under his touch  ---   (  i will be your hands ,  i will be your eyes  )     &   that had been that .   he should be behaving differently about these subjects   ;   his group of friends were all something more than reality  ,   their own blood tinged with something promising more  ---  &  there was adam’s brain  ,   still stuttering  & bending to apply realism to something that was not meant to be labeled .   ‘    no ,  not yet.   ’   his accent trickles o’er his words ,   though he’s too tired to clip it away properly this time.  he remembers the red mustang  ---   he doesn’t mention it .    ‘     but it won’t be long until it’s done.   ’     i don’t want to go back home .  not after what i saw.   he thinks he’s rather thankful for noah’s uncanny ability to have silent conversations with him like this .  thoughts hurt less than words .