yogurtvore: (talking)
There was a cave in Cabeswater, which was interesting because there hadn't been a cave in Cabeswater when they had discovered it. Or maybe it had existed, but in a different place. Cabeswater was like that. According to Adam, who was connected to Cabeswater, they had to have Cabeswater's trust before they could explore it, but what that entailed, none of them really knew.

So they were going to explore the cave.

Amateur spelunking. )

((Text adapted somewhat from Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater. NFB, NFI due to distance.))
yogurtvore: (talking)
In theory, the boys were here to help Blue pack up for school. In practice, they were constantly in the way and complaining about this unforeseen breakup of the group (Apparently, no one had paid attention all those times Blue told them she went to school in Maryland. She wished she could have said she was surprised.).

The end of summer. )

((Establishy! NFB/NFI due to distance.))
yogurtvore: (talking)
Of course, Gansey was not on time for his reading. The appointment time came and went. No Gansey. (There had been a drop-in reading earlier in the afternoon, a man in his mid-twenties who insisted on anonymity and whom Persephone, Calla, and Maura were insistent Blue should avoid in the future.) And, perhaps more disappointingly, no phone call from Adam, the strangely nice raven boy Blue had met the night before at her weekend-and-summer job as a waitress at Nino's, the local pizza parlor--along with his friends, one of whom was one of the most raven boy raven boys Blue had ever met, and another of whom was either Ronan from Fandom High or a dead ringer for him. He hadn't recognized Blue, so she couldn't be sure. She was privately calling their leader President Cell Phone.

Just as the local psychics had just about concluded that maybe Maura had told him the wrong day, and Persephone had begun to consider making a pie (and Blue had concluded that Gansey had blown it off, Orla howled fro the Phone Room, her wordless wail eventually resolving itself into words:

There is a 1973 Camaro in front of the house! )

((Yeah, Maura, that's going to go great. Adapted and abridged from Chapter 15 of The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater. NFB due to distance.))
yogurtvore: (talking)
It was freezing in the churchyard, even before the dead arrived.

Every year, Blue and her mother, Maura, had come to the same place, and every year it was chilly. But this year, without Maura here with her, it felt colder.

It was April 24, St. Mark’s Eve. For most people, St. Mark’s Day came and went without note. It wasn’t a school holiday. No presents were exchanged. There were no costumes or festivals. There were no St. Mark’s Day sales, no St. Mark’s Day cards in the store racks, no special television programs that aired only once a year. No one marked April 25 on their calendar. In fact, most of the living were unaware that St. Mark even had a day named in his honor.

But the dead remembered. )
yogurtvore: (talking)
Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she'd been told that she would kill her true love.

Her family traded in predictions. )
yogurtvore: (aw that's so cute)
Blue had done some errands this morning, and so returned to her room laden down with shopping bags and not bothering to be too quiet about it. Her roommate might not appreciate that, but then, she was beginning to have concerns about his wellbeing anyway.

"Hey, Thorin, are you alive yet?" she called through the fancypants privacy curtain dividing their two sides of the room. "Groan once for yes. I got Gatorade." Blue had never been the partying type herself, but she had relatives. She'd learned things.

((For the roommate, but the door is open if anyone wants to drop in!))

Voice Mail

Apr. 27th, 2015 11:32 pm
yogurtvore: (neutral blue)
"Hey, this is Blue. I'm not answering the phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I get back to you. Bye!"

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