Fortune Teller
Gansey felt a strange ownership over Blue. The type of ownership that you knew you wouldn't be allowed to mention at the dinner table or in front of company. The type that would scare Blue away. The type that would drive Adam mad. The type that would tip Gansey over the edge. Because he knew that he shouldn't feel any type of ownership over Blue. But still he felt it. Deeply nestled in his gut, curling around his spine, sprouting in his lungs, the thorns digging into the flesh of his throat, before feeling the sensation blossom in his mouth and feeling it flood right to his eyes making him want to scream. Making him want to burst.
A passionate ownership.
Or maybe it was because that with Blue, he didn't feel all that different. Like how he felt with the boys. But with a little splash of attraction because she happened to be a girl. But Blue wasn't much of a girl. Yes, she was beautiful, sharp pixie features. But she wasn't at all well endowed. Or feminine for that matter. She was one of the boys to them all.
That is what Gansey wanted to believe. But he knew they saw her in their own way. Noah saw her as something soft, something he would enjoy looking at and talking to, till she left. Ronan saw her as a destruction, something that could wreck their little group because she sometimes wore a bra. And he was right about that. Their group had become terribly fragile since Blue joined.
But Adam. Bloody Adam. He saw her as something to treasure, something that proved that money wasn't everything, something that would delay him from going screwball, something he could process and prove that he didn't need money. Because Blue didn't care about money. Adam wanted something which neither Gansey nor the other two could buy. And that thing was Blue.
But Gansey didn't see her as anything, he saw only parts of her. The parts which he would let himself see. Because if he felt ownership at her bare ankle and her sarcasm then how would he be able to cope at the rest of her. The answer is that he wouldn't. He wouldn't be able to cope. So he allows himself only small parts of seeing and the rest would have to be seen with something other than his eyes. Like her voice you cant see voices, but her voice was a graceful tone with a sharp little edge, something that would warn you away. You could see Blues voice.
And her smell, you could see Blues smell. Incense sticks and coconut oil. She would never wear it herself but maybe Orla or Persephone or one of the others ones wore it. And it had just soaked into her skin.
Gansey could smell it now. He hovered over his cardboard town. Sitting back on the balls of his feet. Head in his hands as he tries to rid himself of the smell, Blues smell. She must have been here earlier. Bloody Noah, letting her in. This was their place. A Blue free zone, where he could keep his thoughts straight and not worry about looking insane because, he in no doubt looked insane right now.
But he could still smell her. All of her. And is cruel mind made him smell Adam too.
Adam and Blue
That just sounds right.
Blue Parish.
Fuck.
Richard and Blue
Nope.
Gansey and Blue.
...
Blue Gansey
...
Sounds like a fucking con name, or a fortune teller.
But isn't that what Blue is. Maybe.
Kind of.
His mind played tricks again. It made him think that maybe this was fate telling him it was meant to be. Because God Damn did Blue Gansey sound like a fortune teller. And Blue was in the business of fortune tellers.
Wasn't she?
But he knew his mind was just grasping at pieces of loose thread. Trying to make sense of it all. And his mind was cruel for doing that.
