neilabramjcsten:“blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the
neilabramjcsten:“blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. his shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happen yet. this close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unique to him or unique to spirits.he was so real. when it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. it felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her.“is that all?” she whispered.gansey closed his eyes.“that’s all there is.” ” -- source link
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