Drabble for @ganseyweek Day 6: Ley Lines, Death & Rebirth
It wasn’t the first ley line they had encountered on their meandering journey across the country, but it felt important. They had reached the west coast after following whatever road called to them, chasing roadside attractions, protests, and everything in between.
But this one felt different.
Ley lines had always been focal points of his life. He had died on one. Twice. He had found friends on the ley line. He had found love. What would he find here? What would begin? What would end?
Blue interrupted his thoughts gently, wrapping herself around his back where he sat on the beach side bench. “Alright?” She asked quietly.
Gansey just relaxed into her.
They sat in silence for a long moment, looking out at the ocean, feeling the magic thrum through them in their own unique connections.
The sound of the camera shutter disturbed the moment and Gansey looked to the side and saw Henry lower Gansey’s camera. He’d been stealing it lately, determined to capture Gansey on film since he never bothered to put himself in his photos of their trip. It was rather sweet.
“Hey lovers,” Henry greeted.
“We love you, too, you know,” Gansey told him firmly. It was a different love but it was love.
“I know,” Henry said with a small smile.
They’d tried to define what they were once, early in the trip, but Henry had just shrugged and repeated his joke about being Henry-sexual and insisted he didn’t want either of them that way. Probably didn’t want anyone that way, though he wasn’t quite sure yet.
But Gansey, this post-second-death Gansey still wanted to define it somehow, wanted to share his feelings with his loved ones as he hadn’t before. So he’d read up: late nights online when they’d been in towns, lazy mornings perusing bookstores, and texts to Adam asking after resources he might have found at Harvard. He thought he’d found the words at last and suddenly it seemed like a good time to share them.
“Platonic love, but no less important,” he continued. “Some people call it a queer platonic partnership.”
Henry considered him carefully and Gansey watched his eyes flick to Blue, who hugged Gansey tighter then extended an arm to Henry.
The other boy joined them on the bench. “That’s nice.”
Gansey grinned and wrapped an arm around him as well, settling in to watch the sun set over the ley line.