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leylinedKeeping on with the shippy AU drabbles is this one, involving Gansey this time around.
There was no sleeping kings to keep them busy this time around, no dreamer gone crazy and kidnapping family, no murderous collectors or poetic assassins stalking their every move, no post-ritual coma keeping him from missing festivities or repairing the ley line for a final battle. But still, the Fourth of July came to Henrietta and even Kavinsky kept things subdued, setting off fireworks only around Monmouth and keeping partiers not friends or family off the premises. It was nice.
No one brought up the fact that it was his birthday, and Adam wasn't inclined to remind them. His birthday was on a holiday, and even if the festivities weren't centered around him, it was enough. As the night drew to a close and the fireworks spent, Adam kept to himself, pleasantly drunk. It was then that Gansey found him, looking a little shy.
"I wasn't sure if this was appropriate because you didn't say anything about it. And you never said you wanted anything, but." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a box, small and made of crushed velvet, with a logo from a watchmaker Adam had only seen or read about in men's fashion magazines. Opening the box, Gansey took one of Adam's wrists and fashioned it onto his wrist, an intricate thing made of burnished gold and fine brown leather. "I thought it would go well with your skin and hair color."
Adam almost erupted then, out of anger and shame. Did he think that Adam wasn't good enough to get something new by himself? Just because he didn't have that kind of disposable income didn't mean he couldn't make it eventually, that-- and then he saw Gansey's face. Hopeful, reverent, and a little scared. Of what, though, Adam couldn't say. His rejection? Perhaps. All he knew for certain was that the anger and shame melted away. This wasn't charity. It was his birthday, and Gansey wanted him to have something nice that he didn't break his back for.
Poison turned to honey then, and Adam gave him a tentative smile, sliding his arm so that Gansey's grip was in his own hand. "It's perfect."
There was no sleeping kings to keep them busy this time around, no dreamer gone crazy and kidnapping family, no murderous collectors or poetic assassins stalking their every move, no post-ritual coma keeping him from missing festivities or repairing the ley line for a final battle. But still, the Fourth of July came to Henrietta and even Kavinsky kept things subdued, setting off fireworks only around Monmouth and keeping partiers not friends or family off the premises. It was nice.
No one brought up the fact that it was his birthday, and Adam wasn't inclined to remind them. His birthday was on a holiday, and even if the festivities weren't centered around him, it was enough. As the night drew to a close and the fireworks spent, Adam kept to himself, pleasantly drunk. It was then that Gansey found him, looking a little shy.
"I wasn't sure if this was appropriate because you didn't say anything about it. And you never said you wanted anything, but." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a box, small and made of crushed velvet, with a logo from a watchmaker Adam had only seen or read about in men's fashion magazines. Opening the box, Gansey took one of Adam's wrists and fashioned it onto his wrist, an intricate thing made of burnished gold and fine brown leather. "I thought it would go well with your skin and hair color."
Adam almost erupted then, out of anger and shame. Did he think that Adam wasn't good enough to get something new by himself? Just because he didn't have that kind of disposable income didn't mean he couldn't make it eventually, that-- and then he saw Gansey's face. Hopeful, reverent, and a little scared. Of what, though, Adam couldn't say. His rejection? Perhaps. All he knew for certain was that the anger and shame melted away. This wasn't charity. It was his birthday, and Gansey wanted him to have something nice that he didn't break his back for.
Poison turned to honey then, and Adam gave him a tentative smile, sliding his arm so that Gansey's grip was in his own hand. "It's perfect."
