Fic - The Scoobies at the Hippie Fest
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cornerofmadnessTitle -- The Scoobies at the Hippie Fest
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Fandom -- The Raven Cycle
Disclaimer -- Maggie Stiefvater owns them, not I.
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Blue Sargent, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III & Ronan Lynch
Word Count -- 1,597
Summary -- It should have just been a nice afternoon out listening to music. Gansey just had to hear the story about the woods.
Author’s Note -- This was written forevil_little_dog for a Halloween treat, using the dreamwidth comm. Allbingo’s prompt of ‘Unless you are in the company of Fred Daphne Velma Shaggy and their talking dog the creature/ghost coming at you is most likely REAL.’ Happy Halloween, ELD.
XXX
Blue couldn't imagine Ronan at a hippie festival like this one, but it had been his idea. Apparently there were a couple of bands he wanted to hear. He was currently discussing with Adam the possibility of tricking beer tokens out of someone. Adam didn't look impressed. Blue figured that even if Ronan managed to con the tokens out of someone, he didn't look twenty-one. Ronan with his shaved head might look tougher but only marginally older.
She had lost Gansey about ten minutes back. He was down by the “lake's” edge – Blue considered it more of a pond but it was on the outskirts of the cabeswater's woods. He was talking to someone from the local college who was revisiting volunteers to clean up and preserve the woods. Oh, if that poor volunteer only knew.
Forgotten entirely by the Raven Boys, Blue wandered the festival grounds, peering at all the fantastic wares: gemstone jewelry, baskets woven from pine needles, beautiful wooden bowls, more clay pots and cups than she could count, glass vases, jewelry and wall hangings, even hand-dyed alpaca yarn with the cute little alpacas looking on. It was rare Blue wanted to be as rich as the Raven Boys but this was one of those times. There were so many things she would love to own or to give as gifts and most of it was beyond her meager budget.
Blue meandered back toward the band stand near the lake. She paused at the nursery that had more herbs for sale than Blue knew existed. She picked up a mint proclaiming to be from Marley's estate in the Caribbean and was excellent for Mojitos. Blue assumed that was some sort of cocktail.
“He'd like it. You should buy it for him,” Ronan said low, right in her ear.
Blue jumped with a yip. How the heck could Ronan move so silently? “You scared me out of my skin!”
A self-satisfied smirk was her answer.
Blue shoved the mint plant at him. “And just who do you think I'd buy this for?”
His non-verbal response this time was an eye roll. Everyone knew there was only one answer to that. Gansey's breath always smelled of the mint he chewed. But she couldn't just get him a present and not get one for Ronan and Adam. Gifts said they were more than friends. Gansey wouldn't be her boyfriend. She didn't want to think about it.
“Hey, Gansey wants us,” Adam interrupted before Blue had to come up with an answer for not buying the mint that Ronan wouldn't shred or enjoy too much.
Ronan shot him a disinterested look, “What?”
“He wants us to go look for something in the woods.” Adam shrugged. He wasn't overly impressed with whatever it was or maybe it was just less interesting than the band.
Blue set the mint down, noticing Adam had tracked that motion. She wondered if he knew what the plant was, wondered if any of this would stop being weird. Gansey waved at them from the edge of the woods and she and Adam made their way there at a trot. Ronan slouched along behind them. Blue wondered if he ever got tired of the indifferent act. Knowing Ronan, no.
Gansey smiled brightly once they were closer. He waited until all three of them were abreast before speaking. “I was just listening to Agatha tell stories of these woods.” He gestured to an old hippie looking woman who was holding court nearer to the lake's edge. “She told one about a foreign spell caster.”
“And you automatically thought it might be Merlin or Glendower.” Ronan sniffed.
Gansey didn’t dignify that scorn with an answer. Instead he said, “I don't particularly like the bluegrass band playing now, and I doubt any of you do either.” Gansey gave a minimal shrug. “It'll just be a short walk in the woods.”
“I'm up for that,” Blue said, thinking of removing the temptation of the vendors from her line of sight would be a good thing.
“You got a point about the bluegrass,” Ronan grunted.
“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Adam waved a hand toward the woods. “Lead on.”
The trio was silent as Gansey retold Agatha's story about the spell caster. The cool, dimly lit wooded path swallowed all sounds except that of Gansey's voice. Behind them the festival seemed to disappear. It could have been a hundred years in the past for all the woods gave a clue to time and space. Blue paid more attention to the turmoil in her mind than Gansey's story.
“Hey, do you see that?” Adam stopped, turning to face uphill.
Gansey paused in his story, looking to see if he could spot whatever Adam was seeing. “What?”
“Probably bigfoot.” Ronan snorted.
“I thought I saw an older woman.” Adam hiked up through the underbrush before anyone could say anything.
Blue went with him. If it was something more dangerous than an old woman, his partial deafness could be a problem. She wasn’t sure they were close enough to the cabeswater's ley line to help him but there was still so much they didn't know about what he or Ronan could do. Sometimes it frightened Blue. Sometimes her protective feelings about the Raven Boys scared her more.
“Hello,” Adam called.
“Is anyone there?” Blue asked, hearing Gansey moving up behind her. Ronan stayed on the path.
“You sure you want to be bumbling around up there?” Ronan asked. “I'll laugh when Bigfoot eats you.”
“Thank you. That's helpful.” Gansey called back cheerily.
“I aim to please.”
“That'll be a first,” Adam grumbled. “There! See her?”
This time Blue did. Adam headed toward her at an easy lope. Blue felt a little less comfortable in the woods, waiting for a root to ensnare her foot or her shoes to hit a slippery leaf. The old woman turned toward them, eyes twice the size as normal, big and empty as a deep cave. Silent, she glided toward them fast as an owl, looking twice as deadly. Still soundless, the spirit radiated a sick feeling of terror.
A chorus of invectives echoed in the stillness of the woods and they all turned and fled. She was scarier than Noah at his worst. The urge to flee overwhelmed her and Blue considered herself to be made out stout stuff. Gansey wheeled around even before she did, catching hold of her wrist. He dragged her downhill even as Adam captured her other hand. If it wasn't for the terrifying haunt ghosting along behind them, Blue might have tossed herself to the ground and tell them she didn't need a damn prince in shining armor to save her. Instead she accepted it as a friend's desire not to see another friend become ghost food or possessed or whatever the hell else a ghost might do, especially to her, the magnifier. All Blue had to do was to concentrate on not tripping on a root and going down like every dumb bimbo in every horror movie ever.
Ronan oddly stood his ground on the path. Could he not feel the menace flowing off the old woman or was he just being Ronan, a creature that rarely made sense cobbled together of anger, arrogance and loyalty? Gansey nearly barreled into Ronan as if his legs, now having achieved some amazing forward momentum, could no longer do anything but go in a straight line. Ronan jogged away allowing his friends passage.
At the edge of the path, Blue dared to look over her shoulder – another horror flick move guaranteed to get you killed but she couldn't help it. The old woman halted at the path then suddenly she reappeared back at the top of the hill, gliding off on her merry way as if the past thirty seconds hadn't happened.
“You should have left well enough alone,” Ronan said and Adam raised his eyebrows. “Unless you are in the company of Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and their talking dog, the ghost coming at you is most likely real.”
Gansey shot him a look that might have been even more menacing than the woman. Ronan merely smirked in return.
“It's getting close to time for one of the bands I wanted to hear. If you want to keep looking for spell casters.” Ronan jerked his thumb toward the haunt on the hill. “You're on your own, Gansey.” He didn't wait for a reply, merely heading back the way they came.
Gansey cleared his throat. “It's not often we flee in the face of danger.”
“Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor,” Blue said.
“And I didn't feel like I had any other choice. What the hell was that?” Adam kept his eyes glued to the tree heavy hill.
“Something more than a residual haunt, I'd venture to guess,” Gansey replied, plucking a stick-tight from the hem of his shirt.
“Let's not tell Noah about this. It'll just give him ideas,” Adam replied.
Blue concurred. She grabbed both their hands and gave them a little tug before letting go. “Let's go hear that band of Ronan's. We can always come back another time.” She thought for a moment before adding, “After we do some proper research.”
Neither boy argued. For a moment, as they hurried back toward the festival, Blue felt like they were nothing more than three good friends and not two boys she could possible love. And kiss. And kill. Blue shook off the thought. That was the grim future and all she had was the present. That was enough for now.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- The Raven Cycle
Disclaimer -- Maggie Stiefvater owns them, not I.
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Blue Sargent, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III & Ronan Lynch
Word Count -- 1,597
Summary -- It should have just been a nice afternoon out listening to music. Gansey just had to hear the story about the woods.
Author’s Note -- This was written for
evil_little_dog for a Halloween treat, using the dreamwidth comm. Allbingo’s prompt of ‘Unless you are in the company of Fred Daphne Velma Shaggy and their talking dog the creature/ghost coming at you is most likely REAL.’ Happy Halloween, ELD.XXX
Blue couldn't imagine Ronan at a hippie festival like this one, but it had been his idea. Apparently there were a couple of bands he wanted to hear. He was currently discussing with Adam the possibility of tricking beer tokens out of someone. Adam didn't look impressed. Blue figured that even if Ronan managed to con the tokens out of someone, he didn't look twenty-one. Ronan with his shaved head might look tougher but only marginally older.
She had lost Gansey about ten minutes back. He was down by the “lake's” edge – Blue considered it more of a pond but it was on the outskirts of the cabeswater's woods. He was talking to someone from the local college who was revisiting volunteers to clean up and preserve the woods. Oh, if that poor volunteer only knew.
Forgotten entirely by the Raven Boys, Blue wandered the festival grounds, peering at all the fantastic wares: gemstone jewelry, baskets woven from pine needles, beautiful wooden bowls, more clay pots and cups than she could count, glass vases, jewelry and wall hangings, even hand-dyed alpaca yarn with the cute little alpacas looking on. It was rare Blue wanted to be as rich as the Raven Boys but this was one of those times. There were so many things she would love to own or to give as gifts and most of it was beyond her meager budget.
Blue meandered back toward the band stand near the lake. She paused at the nursery that had more herbs for sale than Blue knew existed. She picked up a mint proclaiming to be from Marley's estate in the Caribbean and was excellent for Mojitos. Blue assumed that was some sort of cocktail.
“He'd like it. You should buy it for him,” Ronan said low, right in her ear.
Blue jumped with a yip. How the heck could Ronan move so silently? “You scared me out of my skin!”
A self-satisfied smirk was her answer.
Blue shoved the mint plant at him. “And just who do you think I'd buy this for?”
His non-verbal response this time was an eye roll. Everyone knew there was only one answer to that. Gansey's breath always smelled of the mint he chewed. But she couldn't just get him a present and not get one for Ronan and Adam. Gifts said they were more than friends. Gansey wouldn't be her boyfriend. She didn't want to think about it.
“Hey, Gansey wants us,” Adam interrupted before Blue had to come up with an answer for not buying the mint that Ronan wouldn't shred or enjoy too much.
Ronan shot him a disinterested look, “What?”
“He wants us to go look for something in the woods.” Adam shrugged. He wasn't overly impressed with whatever it was or maybe it was just less interesting than the band.
Blue set the mint down, noticing Adam had tracked that motion. She wondered if he knew what the plant was, wondered if any of this would stop being weird. Gansey waved at them from the edge of the woods and she and Adam made their way there at a trot. Ronan slouched along behind them. Blue wondered if he ever got tired of the indifferent act. Knowing Ronan, no.
Gansey smiled brightly once they were closer. He waited until all three of them were abreast before speaking. “I was just listening to Agatha tell stories of these woods.” He gestured to an old hippie looking woman who was holding court nearer to the lake's edge. “She told one about a foreign spell caster.”
“And you automatically thought it might be Merlin or Glendower.” Ronan sniffed.
Gansey didn’t dignify that scorn with an answer. Instead he said, “I don't particularly like the bluegrass band playing now, and I doubt any of you do either.” Gansey gave a minimal shrug. “It'll just be a short walk in the woods.”
“I'm up for that,” Blue said, thinking of removing the temptation of the vendors from her line of sight would be a good thing.
“You got a point about the bluegrass,” Ronan grunted.
“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Adam waved a hand toward the woods. “Lead on.”
The trio was silent as Gansey retold Agatha's story about the spell caster. The cool, dimly lit wooded path swallowed all sounds except that of Gansey's voice. Behind them the festival seemed to disappear. It could have been a hundred years in the past for all the woods gave a clue to time and space. Blue paid more attention to the turmoil in her mind than Gansey's story.
“Hey, do you see that?” Adam stopped, turning to face uphill.
Gansey paused in his story, looking to see if he could spot whatever Adam was seeing. “What?”
“Probably bigfoot.” Ronan snorted.
“I thought I saw an older woman.” Adam hiked up through the underbrush before anyone could say anything.
Blue went with him. If it was something more dangerous than an old woman, his partial deafness could be a problem. She wasn’t sure they were close enough to the cabeswater's ley line to help him but there was still so much they didn't know about what he or Ronan could do. Sometimes it frightened Blue. Sometimes her protective feelings about the Raven Boys scared her more.
“Hello,” Adam called.
“Is anyone there?” Blue asked, hearing Gansey moving up behind her. Ronan stayed on the path.
“You sure you want to be bumbling around up there?” Ronan asked. “I'll laugh when Bigfoot eats you.”
“Thank you. That's helpful.” Gansey called back cheerily.
“I aim to please.”
“That'll be a first,” Adam grumbled. “There! See her?”
This time Blue did. Adam headed toward her at an easy lope. Blue felt a little less comfortable in the woods, waiting for a root to ensnare her foot or her shoes to hit a slippery leaf. The old woman turned toward them, eyes twice the size as normal, big and empty as a deep cave. Silent, she glided toward them fast as an owl, looking twice as deadly. Still soundless, the spirit radiated a sick feeling of terror.
A chorus of invectives echoed in the stillness of the woods and they all turned and fled. She was scarier than Noah at his worst. The urge to flee overwhelmed her and Blue considered herself to be made out stout stuff. Gansey wheeled around even before she did, catching hold of her wrist. He dragged her downhill even as Adam captured her other hand. If it wasn't for the terrifying haunt ghosting along behind them, Blue might have tossed herself to the ground and tell them she didn't need a damn prince in shining armor to save her. Instead she accepted it as a friend's desire not to see another friend become ghost food or possessed or whatever the hell else a ghost might do, especially to her, the magnifier. All Blue had to do was to concentrate on not tripping on a root and going down like every dumb bimbo in every horror movie ever.
Ronan oddly stood his ground on the path. Could he not feel the menace flowing off the old woman or was he just being Ronan, a creature that rarely made sense cobbled together of anger, arrogance and loyalty? Gansey nearly barreled into Ronan as if his legs, now having achieved some amazing forward momentum, could no longer do anything but go in a straight line. Ronan jogged away allowing his friends passage.
At the edge of the path, Blue dared to look over her shoulder – another horror flick move guaranteed to get you killed but she couldn't help it. The old woman halted at the path then suddenly she reappeared back at the top of the hill, gliding off on her merry way as if the past thirty seconds hadn't happened.
“You should have left well enough alone,” Ronan said and Adam raised his eyebrows. “Unless you are in the company of Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and their talking dog, the ghost coming at you is most likely real.”
Gansey shot him a look that might have been even more menacing than the woman. Ronan merely smirked in return.
“It's getting close to time for one of the bands I wanted to hear. If you want to keep looking for spell casters.” Ronan jerked his thumb toward the haunt on the hill. “You're on your own, Gansey.” He didn't wait for a reply, merely heading back the way they came.
Gansey cleared his throat. “It's not often we flee in the face of danger.”
“Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor,” Blue said.
“And I didn't feel like I had any other choice. What the hell was that?” Adam kept his eyes glued to the tree heavy hill.
“Something more than a residual haunt, I'd venture to guess,” Gansey replied, plucking a stick-tight from the hem of his shirt.
“Let's not tell Noah about this. It'll just give him ideas,” Adam replied.
Blue concurred. She grabbed both their hands and gave them a little tug before letting go. “Let's go hear that band of Ronan's. We can always come back another time.” She thought for a moment before adding, “After we do some proper research.”
Neither boy argued. For a moment, as they hurried back toward the festival, Blue felt like they were nothing more than three good friends and not two boys she could possible love. And kiss. And kill. Blue shook off the thought. That was the grim future and all she had was the present. That was enough for now.
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Date: 2015-10-28 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-28 04:54 am (UTC)I should be afraid that I find Ronan easy to write.
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Date: 2015-10-28 06:33 pm (UTC)and seriously, why do I understand Ronan best? Oh right, arrogant....
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Date: 2015-10-29 11:50 pm (UTC)And I feel like Blue a lot of the time in regard to the money at least. Art shows, so dangerous.
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Date: 2015-10-30 02:03 am (UTC)yeah me too re: blue
and serious if you have a better title...
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