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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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Then that's exactly what we'll do. We'll stick together this time.

[Declan is going to try his damn hardest, even if he already screwed things up a little. He went and tried to fix it, which is more than he would have done before.

When it comes to the demon stuff, Declan will do whatever it takes as well. They're all going to be okay, they have to be]

You don't have to worry about a thing, alright?

[ Declan is always trying, Matthew knows that much. His efforts are a source of comfort, even following this recent upset, that allows Matthew to ease back into a mood more characteristic of him. ]

Okay, deal, [ he promises, grinning a little and nudging Declan's arm with his elbow. ] Sticking together, no worrying. You got it, bro.

[ He's being 100% sincere. Worries will be left at the door. ]

Are you going to sleep soon or staying out here?

[When Declan looks at Matthew and doesn't see that worry in his eyes, he's satisfied. Matthew doesn't need to get dragged down by anything, or anyone. Cautious, yes, but not constantly worrying. Declan does that enough for all of them. ]

Best deal I've ever made.

[Probably the absolute truth.

He tucks the flask away in his pocket and ruffles up Matthew's hair]

Let's go back inside. I don't want to end up staying out here all night.

[ And now Matthew laughs, outshining every single one of the fireflies. He allows the hair ruffling, and when he moves to stand up reaches over to playfully return the gesture. Just one little scrub through Declan's hair, not enough to muss him up too badly but enough to get Matthew's affection across. ]

I could totally sleep out here. It's not so bad.

[ He could sleep anywhere, but he's still turning to go back inside, grabbing the door and holding it open for Declan, too. ]

[Matthew is lucky that his smile is so bright, and that he can get away with Declan hair ruffle, even as small as it is. For a moment, Declan gets hit with the feeling of what it would be like to lose all of this and he can't stand it.

He stands and slides his arm around Matthew again as he tugs him back inside]

I'm sure you would. I wonder if people do the whole camping thing around here.

[ Matthew laughs again when Declan pulls on him, and they jostle their way through the door together. All he cares about right now is the moment, the joy and affection of being brothers. They'll never lose this, they just can't. ]

Oh man, we should do that. We could go all out, like, with a bonfire and s'mores and everything. Didn't they say that the weather's always good?

[ He's yet to experience a bad day, at least. ]

[In the past, Declan might've had some trouble balancing it all. Losing their parents, taking everything onto his shoulders even more than he did before. It was harder to just be a brother and he knows he missed out on some of that. Here, even with shit going on, it's easier for him to find that brotherly affection again.

That, and almost losing them. The fear of that moment changed something inside of him, he's pretty sure of it]

Oh no, what have I done? [he laughs] If you can convince Ronan...

[ They all lost a lot of things when Niall died, some of which are coming back slowly and others of which will never come back at all. The most important is what they already have here, as far as Matthew is concerned.

When Declan laughs, this place becomes home. ]

Come on, it'll be fun. There aren't even mosquitoes!

[Matthew has the right idea. The important things are here, some of which Declan wasn't sure he'd ever get back.

Ronan being in trouble again only has Declan want to fight for it even harder, in the same team this time ]

Just some other crazy alien space bugs, I'm sure.

[but then he adds]

Maybe we can. Seriously, Matty, if you can talk Ronan into it, we'll give it a shot.

I haven't seen any crazy space bugs yet either. Maybe Ronan keeps 'em out of here somehow.

[ Matthew puts an arm around Declan, hugging him from the side, like a child. ]

I'll ask him. I think he'll go for it. We should just do fun stuff.

[ That's his solution to most problems. ]

Except for the firelights. Those things are everywhere.

[But Declan likes those. HE's pretty thrilled he hasn't run into other bugs, though.

He feels better now than when he first sat outside on the steps, Matthew always having that effect on him. He moves an arm around his brother, looking at him. Fun stuff would be nice. It would be hard with all that's going on, but they could do it for Matthew]

We might as well try, we haven't found much else to do here yet.

[ Matthew doesn't count the fireflies, because he's pretty sure those are Ronan's anyway. Now if he ever comes across a spider with lasers for eyes, or a foot-long cockroach... Pretty sure that'd count as a crazy alien space bug.

He leans on Declan again, closing his eyes for a moment in contentment. ]

I don't mind. I like all the things we can do here.

[He knows those are Ronan's, he remembers them from back home. It just seems funny to him that there would be no other bugs here but Ronan's. Then again, everything is just the way Ronan wants it here... more or less. Declan just hopes he stops dreaming too much.

This perfect little world here won't be worth a damn if his brothers are gone. Nothing would be]

I don't really mind it either. I can get used to it.

Me too, [ Matthew agrees simply, like he hasn't already settled right in. How could he not? He's just the way Ronan wanted him, too, a dream thing perfectly suited to this dream place.

He opens his eyes and smiles again. ]

I'm going to bed now. You can stay up and watch the bugs some more but I'm sleepy.

[Declan ruffles his hair again, then pats him on the back]

Thanks for coming out to get me. Go sleep. I'll probably head to bed soon too. Don't forget to brush your teeth.