Richard Gansey The Third And Forbidden Calls

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the lonesome life of neil josten before he was neil josten

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yay my bestie thespelablog wrote this songie and i illustrated it :D spoilers !! if you haven’t read the books yet go read it

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Oh how nice! I worked today even though I am sick and now I will go to sleep. Tomorrow I will go to a christmas market with my family though, that is going to be fun. Ohh you are a dancer? I would love to learn! I hope that you had a nice day xxxSecret Santa

*high fives* i'm kinda sick too, i can't stop coughing IT'S THE FLARE ! ohh that's cute ! i love it how everything's in christmas lights everywhere. and it was snowing yesterday for the first time this year yay ! yes yes i've been dancing rock'n'roll for more than 7 years now :) i did have a nice day, how's yours so far? <3

''Stop looking at me,'' Lance says, decisively not looking back at Shiro. He gets Pidge out of his range, but she steps back in and jabs him in the face with a pad.

 He is not expecting a response. Shiro will give one, but Lance doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, and calls himself a self-liar, hyphenated. He calls himself a liar like a cheerful punch. Gotta have a relationship with yourself.

 ''Good,'' Shiro says, arms folded, at ease, barefoot. Barefoot. A walking exposed nerve – and assured. Hell. ''You can twist your foot when you knee.''

 What a cliché, what a fucking cliché. I'd still hear – say something like, I'd choose you twice, a cliché like that, and watch m—

 ''You twist your foot when you knee,'' Lance mutters, steps back in defense, too far. Into the pretense of safety.

 ''Mhm,'' Pidge glances at Shiro, and starts circling around Lance, ''head transparency.''

 This is the opposite of losing oneself in a crowd. This is self-awareness you don't know what to do with. Counting your steps on accident. Singled out by himself.

 ''Okay,'' Lance says, ''okay, break time, Pidge. Go go. I'm going.'' This feeling is so him, quintessentially, that he could personalise words for it.

Shiro's arms are folded, at ease, and he's too still be a this distracting. He's smiling. ''You're walking on your tiptoes.''

 Lance steps down fully, stepping backward. Don't hide.

 ''I'm not,'' Lance says, wholly grounded.

 ''I didn't say anything, muffin.'' Shiro is smiling.

 Right there. Right here. Lance's brain screams faux offense, take take, and it screams you choose muffin, and it screams are you making fun?

 Oh, Lance is intrigued. People aren't just distractions. They shape what you look at and you fall into piece-by-piece reappraisal. People are really fucking powerful.

 Lance's mind is screaming: be serious, I'm serious.

He is distracted, and he likes it.