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Who: Declan & St. Monmouth folks, or anyone.
When: late March
Where: St. Monmouth
What: Declan realizes that even running away to another planet doesn't solve any of his problems.
Warnings: language. will update as threads progress

[Monmouth looks so peaceful this late at night. The firelights, the dream trees, the flowers that always seem to glow. They all lend an air of magic to the whole place and all Declan can think about is that none of it is really worth it. None of anything their father had was worth it, and now it's all rushing in and catching up to Ronan as well.

The last thing Declan feels is peaceful. Back in Virginia he could manage it all, it was his life's work. But here? He doesn't know if even God himself could get rid of these demons.

Sitting on the front steps of his newly dreamt up house, rubbing at the fresh bruise along his jaw, he is thankful for one thing, at least: the never ending alcohol in this dreamt up flask.]

closed to Gansey

[Declan gives himself a day, because even he has to regroup sometimes and this one's a doozy. If there was something immediate he could do, he'd already be doing it, but demons aren't part of his expertise. Maybe he should have paid better attention in Church. Maybe that's what he needs right now, too.

But other than church, there's Richard Gansey, who always seems to be able to help when Declan can't quite get there. Declan has always been grateful even if it's less than apparent and he knows Gansey must respect him as well, at least for the most part.

After they fought (the briefest of fights, Gansey might actually be proud, only Declan's face showing any signs that one even took place), Ronan filled him in on whatever he could, but he told Declan to ask Gansey the rest. That Gansey was there at the end. The end. Matthew and Ronan coming undone. He isn't ready to hear the rest of this, but he knows he has to be if he wants to figure out what to do about it. Knocking on Gansey's door, he waits for a reply. ]

(lmk if there's anything else you'd like to do that doesn't fit into this scenario, i'm open!)

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[If Gansey notices Declan is hungover, he doesn't say anything about it, steps back and opens the door a bit wider, an invitation for Declan.

Of course he knows it's about Ronan. It seems a lot of people are worried about Ronan lately, himself included.]

What's going on?

[He turns his desk chair around to face him as he sits on the edge of the bed, a quick wave of his hand for Declan to sit.

[Despite his well concealed hangover, Declan is sporting a bruise on his jaw that might be harder to ignore, but Gansey can pretty much guess where that came from as well.

He comes inside, giving Gansey a nod of thanks, glancing around the room. As always, it's so very Gansey, but Declan's pretty sure any room Gansey walks into feels like it's suited for him. He likes that.

Declan isn't sure he can sit in one place- he'd rather let himself pace, but he sits, rubbing at his hands in agitation, until he notices he's doing so and stops. High strung is not his style, but he supposes these are extenuating circumstances.]

Ronan told me about the demon.

[There's an edge of somberness to his tone, but mostly determination]

You know what happened, right? He said you were there at the... [he refuses to say end of it] You know more about it than we do.

[Gansey absolutely notices the bruise. It's difficult to miss. And there's really only one person it could have come from, unless Declan was stupid enough to try hitting on someone else's girlfriend in the short time he's been here (something he actually couldn't completely rule out at this juncture).

But when Declan starts to talk, he quickly sees where the conversation is heading. Dammit Ronan...

He takes a few seconds to think of how to properly word this. There's no avoiding this discussion.

Gansey's voice is measured, even, resigned to the situation.]

I was. What do you want to know?

[As womanizing as they all seem to think Declan is (and to be fair, it's not that he hasn't been at times), Declan's always had plenty of other things on his mind, all of which come first and any bruising left behind is almost always from some Ronan related incident, whether directly or indirectly.

Declan's tired of discussions that everyone wants to avoid. He's done it himself, so he knows how it feels to want to do so, but in the end, it's better they all put their heads together]

I want to know what happened. He told me the demon was sleeping underground and something woke it up. You all thought you had more time to deal with it but then you didn't. I want you to tell me what you think woke it up and if it has anything to do with that king of yours. And I want to know what happened... after. He said you were brought here at a later point in the timeline.