tell us about your raven boys~ how would you describe each of them?
this is actually a fantastic message, thank you! i have a feeling this might get long, so bear with me, haha
noah’s probably the biggest hufflepuff you’ll ever meet, he’s always offering hugs or cute little kisses or whatever, when he’s here with us he’s usually a super affectionate person. he’s really cold though, so he’s hard to cuddle with sometimes, but he’s a godsend in the summer when virginia’s boiling over. he loooooves music, probably even more than ronan or i, he knows a lot about it, and it’s cool to ask him about what the punk/alt/indie scene was like before our time- he had a lot of cool experiences in his life, i think. he’s blond and he’s taller than me (him and adam are about the same height) and he has a really sweet laugh. he likes being there for us when we’re upset, and he somehow always knows when something’s wrong. he’s really easy to just coexist in peaceful silence with, and he taught me how to skate last summer, actually! sometime’s he’s pretty down, or not quite all there, but that’s okay. the time that he spends with us is lovely all on its own.
adam is the first of my boys that i actually got along with, haha. shoutout to the other founding member of the rich boy shaming club. he’s kinda old fashioned in a way about like customs and habits and things, like who pays on dates or giving people flowers or stuff like that, but on him it just comes across as really charming, i guess? he’s nice, he really is. he’s very frustrating to have as a friend sometimes because he’s so fiercely independent and headstrong and sometimes he just refuses any help, and it kills the four of us to watch him work himself to death, but i think he’s learning to let people help him sometimes if they have genuinely good intentions. he’s soooo smart, and he helps me with school sometimes when he has time, but his handwriting is literally worse than garbage. my family loves him a lot though, and he’s been through a lot, and he’s really strong and brave, and i’m super proud of him and glad he’s in my life. he holds himself apart from the rest of us sometimes, but it’s understandable, and when he’s got nothing weighing on his mind his laugh is so gorgeous, and he’s all dimples and freckles and his happiness is super contagious, it does something to my heart to look at him when hes super carefree.
ronan is hell on wheels, and at first i couldn’t stand him, but i think we kind of established a mutual understanding and things have been good since. he’s actually pretty protective of me, but he never tries to fight my battles *for* me, which i appreciate. i think he’s one of those people where they seem super hard and closed off and rough at first but once you get to know them better, there’s a lot of love and softness there, but i mean, he’d kill me for saying that, so. he’s really fun to hang out with- we go driving a lot, he lets me drive the BMW sometimes and it’s admittedly fun to get into mischief and break the speed limit sometimes. he’s been teaching me how to fight lately, which is nice because i’ll probably be going to college soon, so self defense is a good thing to learn! sometimes he’s kind of a condescending and obnoxious prick, but most of the time he’s pretty fun to be around. we have a standing thing where we go out for coffee like once a week and complain about shit. sometimes when he can’t sleep and he doesn’t wanna bother gansey, he’ll bother me instead, so we’ve stayed up drinking together a couple of times. he’s dreamed me things before- fabric to make clothes with, eyeshadow once or twice, some hair clips. oh, and last month when Gansey was in DC, Ronan needed his hair buzzed again because it started growing out, so i got to help with that. it kind of felt like a right of passage! the more i learn about him, the better i think i understand him, and maybe we don’t always get along, but he’s damn loyal and i know i can trust and depend on him.
and gansey…oh, gansey. he’s grown on me, i think- that’s the first thing that comes to mind. y’know, funnily enough, the first time we met, i actually got really mad because he was super rude. i was working at nino’s and he tried to flirt with me on adam’s behalf or get my number or something, and i think he offered to pay me to talk to adam or something equally ridiculous and i thought he was just the most obnoxious boy on the planet. now, though, i mainly just think he has a lot of love to give, and i know that’s a stupid thing to say, but it’s true. he cares for the four of us so much, and he’s always trying to help however he can, and he pushes aside his own problems or doesn’t talk about them just because he thinks someone else has it worse. he’s so clever, but he’s kind of like me in that he doesn’t care much for school- if something doesn’t really strike his fancy, he’ll be daydreaming too hard to focus on boring homework. he’s really fun to tease, for his terrible fashion sense or the weird ritzy stuff he says, haha. he’s also kind of…multifaceted, in a sense? every time that i think i know him, i’ll spend time with him in a new situation and he’ll feel like a slightly different person. he keeps a lot of himself really reserved and closed off, i guess. at his best though, he’s optimistic and determined and confident and capable and so…not naive, but like, open to the belief that anything might be real if he wants it bad enough. i love his terrible car and his terrible glasses and his terrible boat shoes and he’s short like me and i love that too, and i even love the two hour glendower rants if i’m in the right mood. i’m not going to give too many details, because whatever…things, any of us have between us, are super tentative and touch-and-go and hesitant, but he’s very sweet with me yet it somehow never makes me feel like he’s…treating me like a delicate breakable thing, i guess. he respects me, and i can tell.