This is my formal sincere apology to Declan Lynch I am so sorry I ever thought badly of you king you were in the fucking Trenches your dad did you so horrifically dirty I actually cannot believe the audacity of that man for forcibly parentifying you like that and leaving you to clean up his mess but you handled it with as much grace as anyone possibly could have considering Everything like if that were me? If that were myself in your shoes? Henrietta Virginia would have made headlines my actions would have resulted in a 72-hour mourning period and a new federal holiday like they'd be writing about that shit in history books truly no one was doing it like you
the king and lionheart trope follows a visionary king (golden boy, prophet, usually has some supernatural air about them) and their dutifully knight (follower, lover, usually v flawed and human). its a arthurian trope, but i think it suits gansey and adam very well :)
hello I just saw this!!!!! I see where you’re coming from for sure!!!!! What’s fun about adam and gansey though is how much they subvert their power imbalances through their expectations of how the other is (esp if you’re reading it, as @repressionattic and I tend to, that gansey is unrequitedly in love w adam) so for sure gansey is king and adam is lionheart but they are both very cracked pedestal versions of the trope—it’s what they Should be, what they want to be, especially to each other, and yet can never quite manage to actually be due to envy and an inherent misunderstanding of the other person from both parties. And also gansey is delusional and adam was never gonna fuck him as is the basis for this playlist I made :-)
maybe this is just because i'm rereading trc while deeply suicidal but i do feel there is a passive suicidality to gansey that no one is talking about, least of all gansey himself
did u ever hear abt the girl who got frozen for ur ask game 💕
i truly cannot remember why i had this idea at all but somehow i got the idea in my head that wouldn't it be fun if persephone was noah's older sister. maybe it's because in my head they have similar coloring, like. i truly cannot fucking remember how i got this idea. however i did instantly go full tilt into writing a fic about it and then remembered i had the timeline wrong (blue was like, a fully formed human person when noah died) and i had to scrap a line i really liked about calla and a pregnant maura picking up persephone hitchhiking on the side of the road and then i just got irritated with the timeline and left the doc and then promptly forgot all about it as soon as it left my field of vision because object permanence is not one of my special skills.
when noah vanishes, their mother falls apart. she doesn't leave the house for days at a time. the water in the glass on her bedside table evaporates into the air. vanishes into nothing, just like noah had.
when noah vanishes, their father punches a fist through the wall of his apartment and leaves without saying good-bye.
when noah vanishes, adele starts running.
she doesn't stop until she's a thousand miles away at a college persephone has never even heard of, and persephone can't blame her, not really.
when noah vanishes, persephone doesn't run. she doesn't look away.
instead, she puts down roots, sinking deep into the ground like a decaying log. she's twenty-eight when noah vanishes — he was born when she was eleven. it's a bit of a large gap for siblings, she knows, but ever since their mother brought him home and he wrapped his little chubby baby hands around her finger, persephone had adored him.
she willingly spent her friday nights with noah, watching him learn to crawl and then toddle and then walk and then run. she thought she could never love someone this much.
she goes away to college when noah is seven and drops out before he turns eight. she can't bear it at home, not with their parents alternating between fighting and stony silence, and so she doesn't come home. instead, she hitchhikes across the country, writing letters and finding interesting postcards to send to noah the whole way, [more here].
she doesn't keep her last name — she married straight out of college, to an unlucky boy with an unluckier ending, and she finds herself a widower within a year thanks to a drunk driver and a late-night commute.
persephone isn't sure she loved him, but she thinks she never really had a chance.
later, she's glad she changed her name. she's glad the press don't know where to find her to ask her about her missing brother, if they think he ran away or someone took him or if he's buried seven feet deep, limbs encased in concrete like a grecian statue. she doesn't ask her cards where he's gone. she's not sure she can bear the answer, no matter what it is.
