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thisavrou_log2017-03-25 10:25 pm
son_of_a_dreamer) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-03-25 10:25 pm
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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!)
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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The worst part, Declan imagines, is that no matter how hard their father's death was, on all of them, there was a moment when Declan breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God. He may never forgive himself for that, as true as it may have been]
I can see why he likes you.
[Words that may never be uttered by Declan Lynch again and will probably be fully denied in the morning. But if Jesse isn't going to hold a good punch in the face against him, because he understands that Declan was just looking out for Ronan? That definitely says a lot.]
I can see why he wants you.
[Half mumbled words as his eyes close and his breathing grows heavy as he starts falling into a restless sleep]
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He remains watching Declan, listening to his breathing evening out, watching his chest rise and fall deeper and deeper, and it's only when he hears the smallest grunt of a drunken snore that he finally looks away.
He's dying for a smoke. He doesn't want to wake Declan, though, either, by leaving the room. And he doesn't want to leave Declan alone. So, for the longest time - twenty minutes, maybe half an hour - Jesse just sits there on the side of Declan's bed, fidgeting his hands and fingers together, occasionally jiggling his leg, while mulling over everything that's been said since Jesse approached Declan's place.
Eventually, he very quietly gets up and retreats from the room. He closes the door softly after him. Creeping quietly across the hallway, he locates Matthew's room, and he cracks the door open just enough to peek in to make sure the kid is alright. Sound asleep, like Declan said he would be. Jesse shuts the door softly.
Quietly making his way downstairs, Jesse ducks outside, where he pulls out his smokes and gratefully lights a cigarette, and smokes it pensively while staring into the dark night. He smokes another, then one last one, chain-smoking them one after the other, and then he lets himself back into the house, and he wonders what to do.
In the end, he ends up sitting on an armchair in the living room. He'll stay just for a bit longer, he tells himself, just in case Declan wakes up and needs the company. Or in case he wakes up and needs help getting to the bathroom to puke his guts up, with how much he drank. Giving Declan space by staying down here instead of up in his room, but not leaving altogether. Just in case.
Jesse doesn't mean to fall fast asleep, but he does. Slouched in the seat, knees spread, head lolled to the side against his shoulder with one arm dangling over the armrest. He winds up sleeping there all night. ]