âNo, but you look like you live here so i was hoping for some help?â
âWell that all depends what you need help with, miss.â
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@shuffledgansey
âNo, but you look like you live here so i was hoping for some help?â
âWell that all depends what you need help with, miss.â
âI didnât ask,â he answered simply. Figuring out how he was there wasnât of as much importance to Ronan as the fact that he was actually HERE. Once he realized Gansey had gotten lost in his own world, he snapped his fingers in front of his face. âWhat man?â
Gansey snapped out of his own mind as soon as Ronan spoke again, shaking his head slightly and chewing down on his bottom lip. âSorry, what was I saying?â Richard replied finally in his best Well Put Together Gansey tone that Blue hated, despite him knowing himself it was not needed around the other Aglionby Boy.
âBut build things like what?â
âCities, mainly. Have you ever been to Henrietta?â
being judged by complete strangers really wasnât anything new for clarke. she was used to the awkward silence and confused glares that most people cast towards her when first meeting her. although, most of the time, the staring came because of the reputation she held, and not because she was offering someone a drink. â no ? it seems like a good way to get to know new people. â she shrugged, handing the bottle over to the stranger.Â
Gansey took a swig from the bottle and shrugged at the taste, ignoring the fact he was under-aged as you had to when you were someone who lived with Ronan Lynch. The Aglionby Boy smiled at the blonde and passed it back with a nod of thanks. âWho are you?â
â it feels weird being here. this town is too⊠perfect, if you donât count the whole zombie thing. â clarke sighed, fingers wrapped around the bottle of alcohol she had found in one of the cupboards of her room. there was nothing to do in magnolia, nobody to fight, so the blonde had decided it was the perfect time to have a little drink. besides, after the chaos she had went through over the last few weeks, she really deserved one. â anyways, want a drink ?? â
Gansey looked at the other and quirked a brow, probably looking more judgemental than planned, although that seemed to be one of his general problems regardless of who he was talking to. His eyes flicked to the drink and then back to the girl, Gansey began to chew his bottom lip in thought and gave an audible sigh shortly after. âFine, but just know I do not make a habit of drinking the first time I meet people.â
â well iâve been here for a few hours now and no one has tried to kill meâ iâd call that a win. â
âDo you usually get people trying to kill you?â
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I never wanted to kiss someone who was glaring at me until I met you.
âCrooked Heartâ by lovelyyouth (via gagmeniall)
When Annabeth walked into Magnolia, she was expecting a stereotypical suburban cityâŠnot this. As much as it excited her to have a chance to build something again, she had just wanted a normal life. âIâm not even going to ask, just show me some functional places and a place to sleep and iâll be okay.â
âDo I look like a tour guide to you?â Gansey said looking up from his journal and quirking a brow at the girl.
   âi ainât no psychic, kid but i am a PSYCHIATRIST. you need any of those around âere by any chance??âÂ
âDepends, can you see the future?â
Shaking her head she tilted it to the side and looked at the boy with a smile. âI do not. We donât have a thing like this in Pixie Hollow. Can you tell me what it is called?âÂ
âWhat do you mean Pixie Hollow? As in like...fairies? Pixies donât have wings, right? Oh, and itâs called a Polaroid Camera.â
âLook! Its a picture. It just comes out and there you are!âÂ
Gansey couldnt help but shake his head and smile, picking up the photo and tucking it into his pocket. âYou dont know what its called?â
âOh uh, yeah yeah sure.â He replied, moving to hand the stranger his pen, giving the other a somewhat polite smile. âYou can keep it..I donât really need it.â
âAre you okay, kid?â Gansey said awkwardly, taking the pen and sitting down. âApparently I can be a good listener?â
Looking up from the piece of paper, Jasper furrowed his eyebrows at the person in front of him, not quite catching what they said. âIâm sorry- what?â
âI just asked if you were using that pen. I have to write something in my journal but I forgot one....Didnât get much sleep last night and Iâm not really feeling myself...so, can I borrow that pen?â Gansey noticed myself rambling and pushed his glasses toward his face more where they had slipped down, cursing his actions in front of someone who he did not know.
  âI found this little machine where you click a button and it takes a picture of you! Oh how the girls back in Pixie Hollow would love it here. I am going to take a bunch of magical pictures and then when I go back home I will show them all the amazing things I saw here!â With that she pointed the camera at the person next to her and click the button with a big smile.Â