Richard Gansey III (notdick) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-02-09 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, the raven cycle: richard campbell gansey |
NARRATIVE ➢ RICHARD CAMPBELL GANSEY III
WHAT ~Reunited with his 1973 orange camaro and it feels so goood~
WHEN (Tomorrow) Feb 10th, Early Morning
WHERE Apartments
It wasn’t the opulence he had grown up with, it wasn’t cold and marble and gold inlaid. It was sprawling, but didn’t feel rich, and he loved that about it. It was better than anything he’d ever experienced as a kid.
But even living with both Ronan and Adam again couldn’t duplicate that feeling. It didn’t help that they had a massive worry pressing down on their chests, making the worry of being apart from the Barns even more present.
So Gansey was up early, at dawn, so he could quietly sit at the bar in the kitchen, sipping coffee and going over his research. They were no closer now than they were when they first arrived. More knowledgeable, perhaps, but no closer to getting home.
Only further away from helping Ronan prevent the nightwash from creeping up. Further away from getting Adam back to Harvard. From seeing Blue and Henry.
It was frustrating and more than a little disheartening, but Gansey sat there for an hour in silence, reading. Finally it was light enough outside that he felt comfortable enough going to work, and left behind a full pot of coffee for the couple still in their bedroom.
The city was far busier than Henrietta, noisy even in the early morning as he stepped outside the apartment. Without that, the Pig would have been impossible to miss. As it was, with the noise and the bright lights and sun rising over the gothic skyscrapers, Gansey was instantly distracted. Distracted to the point where he almost missed the flash of bright orange parked in front of him.
When he saw it, his breath left his body. Surely it was a coincidence, that someone inside the apartment just happened to own the exact car that Gansey did. But a quick turn around it showed the same license plate as he had back home. Ronan, maybe? Gansey would have to give him shit for it later - producing something so big when it was not a priority.
But, definitely later.
Right now, he laid his hand on the metal of his car, not realizing until this moment that he had missed it like he missed a limb.
It only took him a second of rummaging through his bag to produce the keys that were still there from home, and he slid into the seat with a pleased little noise. This felt like home. He didn’t even turn the car on, just leaned back in his seat and let his head drop against the rest.
Gansey hadn’t realized until now that he needed this. A connection to home. With Blue and Henry still there, with the pressure they were under to try and get back, to try and help Ronan beat the inevitable nightwash from overtaking him, from the lack of sleep… His two very best friends had each other, but Gansey had been left feeling like he didn’t have anything. No place to escape, no comfort that he could lean against.
That used to be normal, for him, which is why the Pig had always been an escape. A place he could go for quiet comfort, despite the loud engine and fast speeds.
He allowed himself those few moments, the only sound penetrating the metal of the car was the traffic rushing on the street close by. Eyes closed, Gansey just smiled to himself.
And then immediately wanted to go tell his friends about it. He slipped out of the car, bag in hand, and rushed back to the building, paying no mind to the fact that it was barely 7am when he shouted “RONAN! LYNCH, get out here!” as he entered the door to their apartment.