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From Candlewood, Henry could hear the party going on northeast of town, the thud of distance bass and the pop of fireworks and the shrill of cars put to the test. And how shit was that?
He texted Blue, first. A soft, subtle inquiry, a joke of an invitation, but a broad one. One for all of them. He remembered Ronan's arm in that cast, and him saying it was from Kavinsky, and Henry had no duty to them, but it would be good to keep all of them away from the mess that was going on at that party outside of town. None of them had to come, of course. They were all their own people, adults--and a ghost who was as good as one, in Henry's eyes--and they were each allowed their own decisions.
So Henry texted Any plans for the 4th Wendybird? And then he followed it up, even before she could answer, I think my place could use some Virginian charms.
He had no decorations. Fourth of July over the past two years had become a thing tainted by Joseph Kavinsky. But he could, easily, go down a couple blocks and buy more two-liter bottles of Pipsy and lemon-lime soda than he could possibly need, and some liquor and mixers, and chips and dip. If he didn't use it all up, he'd bring it to Panoptes. And that seemed like a good enough way to ignore that Joseph Kavinsky was trying to blow himself up, to him.
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He texted Blue, first. A soft, subtle inquiry, a joke of an invitation, but a broad one. One for all of them. He remembered Ronan's arm in that cast, and him saying it was from Kavinsky, and Henry had no duty to them, but it would be good to keep all of them away from the mess that was going on at that party outside of town. None of them had to come, of course. They were all their own people, adults--and a ghost who was as good as one, in Henry's eyes--and they were each allowed their own decisions.
So Henry texted Any plans for the 4th Wendybird? And then he followed it up, even before she could answer, I think my place could use some Virginian charms.
He had no decorations. Fourth of July over the past two years had become a thing tainted by Joseph Kavinsky. But he could, easily, go down a couple blocks and buy more two-liter bottles of Pipsy and lemon-lime soda than he could possibly need, and some liquor and mixers, and chips and dip. If he didn't use it all up, he'd bring it to Panoptes. And that seemed like a good enough way to ignore that Joseph Kavinsky was trying to blow himself up, to him.
[Running as a gathering]
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Date: 2016-07-08 05:28 pm (UTC)She tilts her head. "I wonder sometimes how much of the culture here is cobbled-together, you know? Some of this stuff is ours, but was it always like that, just overlapping, or did people bring it here and put it on the radio? Someone had to have an iPod with them when they arrived, right? Or play cover songs? And then, there are people like Curt Wild or Poison who aren't rock stars where we come from. Or if -- Krem sang a song from where he came from, that wouldn't be Darrow or ours."
She shrugs her shoulders up and grins, realizing she's rambling. Her interest in cultural anthropology isn't limited to hidden-away rainforest cultures. "It probably doesn't matter for any real purpose, it's just interesting."
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Date: 2016-07-09 12:03 am (UTC)He was thinking too much like Tony Stark for a moment, maybe. He stopped that right in the tracks.
"Come on," he said, and offered his hand so they could get up and go to his laptop, sitting on the breakfast bar that separated kitchen from living room. "Help me pick something good to start with. I trust your judgment."
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Date: 2016-07-10 12:53 am (UTC)Then he's got a hand out, though, and she takes it and pulls herself up to her feet. "Good," she declares, "that saves all the having to persuade you sort of thing. What've you got?"
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Date: 2016-07-10 02:15 am (UTC)"Alright, we have individual stations, can run a mix of all the stations I am currently cultivating, or we can search playlists and see what comes up."
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Date: 2016-07-11 06:19 pm (UTC)"Let's run a mix of your stations," she decides. "I think that'll end up appropriately random."
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:22 am (UTC)The first song it kicked back was something with a female vocal track under an EDM beat. Henry smiled a little and shrugged. "Better than nothing, I suppose. It could have given us something distastefully Korean."
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Date: 2016-07-14 06:06 pm (UTC)The song's party-ready, the kind of beat she expects from Ronan's car but closer to the sort of singer she likes to listen to, maybe a little more pop than that. Danceable, and she lets her shoulders catch the beat.
Blue tips her head at him, trying to figure out how many layers of sarcasm are being used there. "No one in this room decides what's in taste," she points out. "Anyway, you promised to teach me how to dance to K-pop and I'm holding you to that."
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Date: 2016-07-15 04:55 am (UTC)Blue was watching him then, when he looked back, and Henry smiled at her.
"Ah...Yes, yes, we will! I will. Maybe not right now? Which is my own embarrassment, and nothing to do with you, I promise."
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Date: 2016-07-19 05:54 pm (UTC)She perches on the edge of the arm of the couch, aware after a second that she should not be putting her weight on the wrong part of someone else's furniture and pushing herself up off it.
"You do that a lot," she says, frowning a little pensively at a chip. "Laugh off things about being Korean. Too many other people will do that for you."
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Date: 2016-07-19 06:44 pm (UTC)So, instead, he leaned back against the breakfast bar. "Before anyone else can," he observed. "If I do it first, then it takes away some of their power. It is much easier to be critical than it is to be angry."
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Date: 2016-07-20 06:50 pm (UTC)She takes that in, nodding slowly. "Oh, it's easy for me to be angry," she admits, and grins. "But I get that. Takes the wind out of their sails." It makes her feel better, a little, that it's intentional. Or started that way. "I mean, it's still bullshit that it's like that."
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Date: 2016-07-20 07:01 pm (UTC)But he knew he had things that Blue did not--that Adam did not--even that Ronan did not. He did not count himself lucky, because that supposed that there was probability at work. No; he had been given things, they had been given things, their boxes of tools were different.
"It is," he said, because he realized he'd been quiet for too long. "It is bullshit. But, I would much rather smile and laugh at my short comings, and learn to improve myself, then I would suppose to tell people how they ought to improve. Being cynical is bad for my skin."
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Date: 2016-07-21 05:32 pm (UTC)"Is that how I got all these freckles?" she deadpans, and laughs.
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Date: 2016-07-21 05:53 pm (UTC)"Anyway, I can get away with being a smart ass much more than I can get away with being belligerent. I've very little stomach for an actual argument. I turn into putty."
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Date: 2016-07-22 11:32 pm (UTC)"Thanks," she says. Blue thought she'd come a long ways from hating her skin for the nicknames and stupid questions it used to attract -- she manages vanity, these days, at least at her own creation of herself. Apparently, she has a way to go to get to very nice.
"I'll remember the squishy insides next time I get wound up," she says, and pokes him affectionately. "Is that why Ronan's so sulky, because you won't fight back?"
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Date: 2016-07-23 02:54 pm (UTC)But, Henry reminded himself that the next time he paid Blue a compliment, it should be about something beside her body.
He laughed as she reached out and poked at him, swatting gently and ineffectually at her finger. The question prompted a bit of a hiss of discontent. "No, no. Lynch and I do not get on very well for ideological purposes beyond my pacifism. And we--we argued, when everyone had those words on their backs? Things came up and I told him some things, and it didn't go over well."
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Date: 2016-07-25 04:34 am (UTC)Her eyes go a little more serious; Ronan hasn't really described what happened or what there is between them (besides, she suspects, jealousy over Gansey having other friends). It doesn't go unnoticed that Henry's usually specific choice of words escapes him in favor of vagueness, either. Either he's trying not to say to her what he said to Ronan, or he's in his head a little.
"What sort of things?" she asks, keeping her tone casual if curious.
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Date: 2016-07-26 01:22 am (UTC)"Things like how our families, his and mine, know each other," Henry said softly. "Things like how I knew--know--what Lynch can do, know that he and Adam are magic."
Henry drummed his fingers against his palm, shrugging a little. Things that Henry Cheng shouldn't have been able to know, but that he did, by virtue of a mother that needed to know these things, that did know these things.
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Date: 2016-07-27 07:58 pm (UTC)But they're close, back home, and he's loyal to Gansey; though she doesn't have the context to trace how any of that happened, her gut here, now says that Henry's no threat to her.
And a threat to the boys is a threat to her, simple as that.
"How do they know each other?" she asks instead, tilting her head in real curiosity.
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Date: 2016-07-27 11:29 pm (UTC)Henry didn't want to backtrack that far, that many months--both here in Darrow, and back in Henrietta. They'd taken such great strides.
"Niall Lynch was a purveyor of magical and exotic goods and artifacts," Henry said, very quiet but matter-of-factly. Now, only two people in this room besides him knew the truth. "Seondeok, my mother, is a third party dealer, in Canada and East Asia. And I was sent to Virginia to be her eyes, just before Niall was killed."
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Date: 2016-07-29 05:27 pm (UTC)It sounds so very corporate, this selling and dealing of magical goods. Vendors and suppliers of all sorts had scions who went to Aglionby; why not magical ones?
"I assume the timing wasn't a coincidence?" she asks quietly, thinking of The Grey Man, and his mysterious Greywaren-seeking boss. "That Niall's death wasn't entirely out of nowhere?"
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Date: 2016-07-29 05:46 pm (UTC)"Niall was...not universally liked, in the trade," Henry said. "He once sold my mother something that he'd also offered to three other people, and when they found out--that's how I was kidnapped. But that was just business."
Henry shrugged a little. "Seondeok wasn't expecting Niall's death. No one was, particularly, I think. It just--happened. And then Declan took over purveying, which was suitable for my mother, because I could make exchanges for her at school if I needed to."
He was quiet a moment and then, softly, urgently, said to Blue, "Don't tell Ronan that. I didn't tell him. I don't think he knows about Declan...?"
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Date: 2016-07-29 09:59 pm (UTC)"A Lynch, not universally liked?" she quips, but shuts herself up and frowns, because here's a part of the story she doesn't know and feels as though she should. "You were kidnapped?"
She blinks, suddenly aware of quite a lot of truth she hasn't been in on before, and pieces start fitting themselves together in her mind. "No, of course I won't," she says back softly. It seems a little unfair, to lie to Ronan, but Declan isn't here, anyway, and there's nothing made better by him knowing, here in Darrow, not really. But quite a few things that could be worse.
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Date: 2016-07-30 07:55 am (UTC)He gestured at his back. "Hole in the ground. Wait, did I show you--when we all had those words on our back?" He thought, suddenly, that he might have avoided it at Prom. So he sighed and shrugged. Now, everyone knew. "Yes. Yes, I was kidnapped when I was ten."
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Date: 2016-07-31 02:03 am (UTC)"You didn't," she says, shaking her head. "I didn't want to ask." "They put you in a --" She pulls back the questioning, blunt side of herself, chewing on her thumb and wincing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, you don't have to talk about this stuff."
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