#noahmine

[carstairsjames]

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: the supernatural

“i want you to know i was more when i was alive.”

[theravensthetic]

[...] 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 another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.

[theravensthetic]

Blue lily lily blue ↔ Noah Czerny 

“You said I could use your energy.” 

She knelt in front of him. She wanted to hug him, but he wasn’t really there. Without her energy, he was a paper-thin boy, he was a skull, he was air in the shape of Noah. 

“Not like that.” He whispered,

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”