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fluxscape2021-03-28 10:09 pm
affection_for_research) wrote in fluxscape2021-03-28 10:09 pm
The Barns - Closed
Who: Gansey, Ronan, and Adam
What: Dealing with the latest Unseen Attacks
Where: The Barns
When: Before the 27th
Warnings: Will update as needed
To say that Gansey wasn't dealing well with Evie's transformation into a statue was an understatement. After texting Bruce and failed attempts at all the various Gansey family lessons for dealing with his emotions, he decided to practice something outside the usual Richard Gansey III methods.
This one resembled something the Gotham version of Gansey might do, or a Lynch.
Standing in front of Ronan's punching bag, he let his mind drift. He stopped considering technique and everything Ronan had tried to teach him about fighting. A hint of the other Gansey crept into his thoughts, accompanied by faint voices that he knew were Bruce and Alfred. Letting out a slow breath, he let his body respond instead of overthinking like he usually did.
Taking a swing at the bag, his fist connected without the expected bolt of pain from a damaged thumb. Satisfied by the thump of knuckles against bag, he continued punching, making frustrated sounds as he tried not to think of Evie, of her transformation, of what could happen to her, of how he'd failed her, hoping that physical activity would temporarily still his guilt.
What: Dealing with the latest Unseen Attacks
Where: The Barns
When: Before the 27th
Warnings: Will update as needed
To say that Gansey wasn't dealing well with Evie's transformation into a statue was an understatement. After texting Bruce and failed attempts at all the various Gansey family lessons for dealing with his emotions, he decided to practice something outside the usual Richard Gansey III methods.
This one resembled something the Gotham version of Gansey might do, or a Lynch.
Standing in front of Ronan's punching bag, he let his mind drift. He stopped considering technique and everything Ronan had tried to teach him about fighting. A hint of the other Gansey crept into his thoughts, accompanied by faint voices that he knew were Bruce and Alfred. Letting out a slow breath, he let his body respond instead of overthinking like he usually did.
Taking a swing at the bag, his fist connected without the expected bolt of pain from a damaged thumb. Satisfied by the thump of knuckles against bag, he continued punching, making frustrated sounds as he tried not to think of Evie, of her transformation, of what could happen to her, of how he'd failed her, hoping that physical activity would temporarily still his guilt.
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He shrugged a shoulder, not weighing in about how he should have been loved from the start. He still grappled with that issue sometimes, especially since ending up here, and worried that maybe he didn't really deserve love. There was always going to be someone better than him, no matter how hard he tried.
Gansey's confession made Adam feel a little guilty about envying him. He knew Gansey wasn't really perfect, but he still had what Adam wanted most of all; almost limitless possibilities. Sometimes, Adam felt hideously selfish about the way he thought of things, and right now was one of those times. Wordlessly, he lifted their hands to kiss the back of Gansey's, hoping he could be a quiet comfort.
"Your heart?" he suggested, in response to Gansey's question about rules. "Deciding what path to follow isn't always easy." In fact, it was usually hard. "You have to pick what feels right."
He could hardly imagine Gansey as a playboy. He'd always been so busy trying to find Glendower to have time for relationships, even though he'd still dated more than Adam had. "So, who's Bruce?"