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Who: Adam Parrish, OTA
When: April 15 and on
Where: R2, st Monmouth property, his house
What: catch all for comings and goings
Warnings: none at the moment



[As of the 15th, Adam's tiny house on the farm is completed. Over the next week he'll be building a fence that will limit access. Before then it's easy enough to get to the house and knock on the door. He's working a few days at the auto shop but will be home in the evenings and working on the fence in the afternoon.

After the 21st, the fence and lock will be in place and if not entrusted with a key the best way to get inside is to text Adam and ask. Parked outside the fence will be his hondayota whenever he's home and not at the shop.]

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[ Even crouched down, Blue can feel her legs starting to get weak, wobbling despite the fact that they're folded up underneath her body. The conviction in Adam's voice sends a chill through her, he sounds so sure that it was Persephone, that he'd somehow seen her -- found her as he'd said, as though she was lost somewhere just waiting for someone to bring her back.

That would have been a much easier thought to cope with than the reality.

She drops to take a seat, reaching out and resting her hand on Adam's shoulder. ] Adam, she's... [ She tries her best to keep her voice from wavering as she speaks, a task that's far more difficult than Blue expects and the rest of her sentence gets caught somewhere in her throat, tangled up in the knot that's forming there. ]

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I know.

[ But what did death really mean?

Gansey was there in a state of undead and god knows how long Noah had existed in some space between too. How could they look at death with such certainty. He feels the loss of Persephone all over again and maybe it hadn't been her and he's not sure why he'd been so convinced or why it hurt so badly to see the vision come apart in front of him.

He shrugs her hand off his shoulder, pressing his hands to his face and curling his fingertips into his forehead harshly as if that can stop his hands from shaking finally. ]

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[ If time worked in strange ways back home, it worked in even stranger ways here. While they were all living the same sequence of events, they were torn from different moments in it. If the border between life and death was fuzzy back in Henrietta, then it's now completely skewed. Gansey's entire existence is one that they've yet to even fully understand.

So why couldn't it have been Persephone? Why couldn't she be here despite what might have happened back in their world? The longer that Blue thinks about it, the heavier the weight she feels crushing her becomes. She would have literally given anything to see her family again -- and she would have given even more for the chance to see Persephone again.

It's more than just the homesickness. Blue feels even more lost without them lately, like the psychic women hold all of the answers that they've been searching for, if only there was some way that they could get to them.

Adam shrugs her hand away and she frowns, folding her hands in her lap for the time being and simply looking down at the boy, concern written clearly on her features. ]

What happened? Did she...say something? Do anything?

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[ Adam shook his head and he was trying to find the logic to push the grief aside as it renewed itself and seemed to catch onto everything that was already breaking him down from the inside out. He felt exhausted and hopeless. ]

No... But she was so far away. I couldn't get to her fast enough. [ Was what he had seen an illusion? Or was her spirit somehow there and not fully intact? Was he just hoping for anything good. ]

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[ Blue tugs anxiously at one of the stray threads in her skirt -- in the back of her mind, she knew better than to do so, but her nerves were winning out in the war against her better logic. She hates seeing Adam this way, it makes something in the center of her chest ache and she reaches out to touch him again, her hand hovering a short distance above his shoulder before she pulls it back and returns it to her lap. ]

Why...

[ The question wasn't meant to leave Blue's head. There had to be a reason. Adam would not have simply seen Persephone were it not for something right? Or could his mind have conjured up the image because he wanted so badly to see her again?

It's a bad idea, Blue knows it, but the words leave her mouth anyway. Soft and just barely above a whisper: ]

Do you want to try it again?

[ Her better logic is out the window. ]

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[ Adam shakes his head at the questions. He doesn't know. He also knows that he can't scry again, not with Blue there. He's cold and shaky and weak in a way he can't begin to explain. He'd been more powerful in the magic but more weak outside of it ever since he'd taken off the Cabeswater amulet. There was a cold hollow in his soul, that resounded into his chest achingly.

After something like this it felt even worse. If he had been alone, he would have wanted to try it again. He doesn't care so much about living here anymore. But he also wouldn't want to leave his body for Blue or Andyr to find. He's beginning to think that this place isn't real. If you die here, it probably means nothing.

Maybe it was all a hallucination anyway and he was in some mental hospital. A part of him had stopped caring as much. He felt the epitome of crazy now, mourning and alone even though Blue was there. ]

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[ It wasn't the smartest suggestion and Blue's glad that Adam doesn't go along with it. She knows exactly the kind of effect nothing more than her presence has when it comes to the energy and magic that Adam can tap into. She's likely to end up causing more harm than good and so she nods her head in agreement.

She sits there in silence with him for a long while, shifting a bit uncomfortably, pulling on stray strings in her skirt, fiddling with some of the buttons on her shirt. There's an apparent nervous and anxious sort of energy that comes off of Blue in waves. She hates not knowing what to do, what to say -- not that she'd ever been some expert on it anyway, but now it seems more obvious than ever. ]

You shouldn't do this by yourself...

[ The same thing she's said to him a thousand times before this, she's sure. ]

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And how else should I do it, Blue? With you here?

[ Adam asks because she very well knows that he can't. He shifts to get up, moving to the ladder that takes them up to this loft, his bed in the opposite loft. He climbs down, his hands still shakey as he heads toward the small kitchen area.

He goes for one of the cabinets and pulls out a bottle, clearly alcohol, struggling with the lid. ]