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[dreamkid]

We can talk all day, we can talk all night
Do whatever we like, do whatever we like

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[pillz]

icu :)

text; LIKE FOUR HOURS LATER because he had to work up his courage

[dreamkid]

leave me alone

backdated to when matthew was in his dreamcoma, voicemail

[brushoff]

[ Since Matthew obviously isn't picking up, Dorian leaves a message. ]

So I was at your office today and everybody wants to know where you are. I don't know how you've charmed them all so throughly but even after Gansey calling and telling them you're sick, you're still the office darling and everybody still wants to know how you're doing—and since they know you know me, that means I was annoyed for about half an hour with "how's Matthew doing."

[ the world's huffiest sigh!!! ] At least give them a call so I'm not annoyed again.

[dreamkid]

[ Well hopefully they didn't keep annoying Dorian over the next three days because that's how long it takes Matthew to reply! And even then, he doesn't even call back; Dorian just gets this short series of hasty texts. ]

i'm fine now
and i called them
thanks
sorry

[aberth]

matthew?
where are you?

[dreamkid]

about to start class
whats up

[oceiteres]

matthew, it's blue.
i wanted to ask you a question.

[dreamkid]

hey blue whats up?

[action; bc i wasn't kidding]

[admemoriam]

[About an hour after the Majority Report pings on his phone, Noah drops over the back of the sofa, landing next to Matthew with his socked feet in the air. He's silent for a few moments, but eventually looks up at the other boy with something like hesitant curiosity.]

... So, you and Lucy, huh?

omg

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew is playing So Farmtastic! on his phone, since Adam sent him a few things he needed to get his farm back on track. He's currently quite distracted by a timed sheep-shearing event and only sort of hears what Noah's saying. ]

Mm, Lucy? Yeah, she's great.

[text] 1/5

[admemoriam]

[Sent fairly early in the night, because Noah is bad at patience.]

when are you guys coming back
like i know it's it's not even seven yet but
i'm already bored

2/5

[admemoriam]

[Twenty minutes later.]

i ordered pizza
don't make me eat it all myself
bc i will

a relatively short phone call

[unguibusetrostro]

Wake up.

[That's what Matthew hears when he answers.]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew has to fumble for the phone, it takes him a little bit. ]

Ronan. [ All the air escapes his lungs with that one word. ]

You're back. How long--? [ He stops, pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment to check for himself. Only a few days, not even a week this time. He was afraid--

It doesn't matter. There's some rustling as he sits up, rubs his face with his free hand. ]

D'you remember being here before?

[action]

[admemoriam]

[Noah comes back up from dinner to the sound of soft, rumbling voices, and the second he hears the call end he bursts through the door.]

Matthew!

[He practically flings himself onto the bed, scrambling to throw his arms around his boyfriend, pushing him down into the blankets.]

[dreamkid]

Noah! [ Matthew gives a soft, unintentional 'oof' when Noah jumps on him, and obligingly falls back onto his pillows. He wraps his arms around Noah in return and gently presses his face into the crook of the older boy's neck. ]

Ronan's back.

[ An obvious statement to make at this point, of course, but layered within it is Matthew's joy, and his relief.

He might have never seen Noah again. It's nothing he wants to think about, but it could've happened. ]

text;

[unguibusetrostro]

i'm not moving back

i'll find a place to live in the city

i won't be far

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew didn't want to think that this might actually happen. Their family's really breaking up--again. ]

can i call you

[action]

[admemoriam]

We can turn the TV up as loud as we want.

[Noah mumbles the suggestion against the front of Matthew's sweater, but it falls as flat as the rest of the list. He's been trying to find some positive side to Ronan's delayed-and-now-cancelled return, to put a Disney spin on what promises to be a bleak winter at Raven Camp. So far, though, nothing has even begun to stick.]

And he won't make fun of us for watching that wedding show.

[Look - no matter what Ronan says, watching a bride connect with the perfect strapless mermaid dress is an emotionally charged experience.]

[action]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew likes watching that show with Noah, but it's definitely not enough to make him happy that Ronan isn't coming back to the Meadows.

That said, he actually kind of gets where his boyfriend is trying to go with this. ]

We can let Max eat peanut butter on the couch.

[ ... Yeah, still not enough. (And it's not like they didn't do that before anyway.) He moves his hand mindlessly in a small, hopefully comforting circle against Noah's back. The closeness helps a little, even if not much else does. ]

text.

[admemoriam]

hey do u want to come meet my dog

[dreamkid]

where are you?

text.

[admemoriam]

@ the store picking up the essentials

2/?

[admemoriam]

what are they doing and can i join in

[disentombs]

Ronan's in trouble. We need you here. I can pull you here.

[dreamkid]

ok
please

[ please immediately bring him to Ronan, Gansey ]

after all that shit

[nightmarist]

[Ronan should have probably come to Matthew first, but he also assumed Matthew would be sleeping the latest, and therefore opted not to show up too early. It's closer to noon by the time Ronan reaches his room, knocking to announce himself before stepping in.]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew is indeed taking a lazy morning; he was so full of life and energy after Ronan brought back the fireflies that he could hardly sleep the night before. When Ronan knocks, Matthew is awake but still lying in bed with blankets tangled around his legs, his arms stretched up towards the ceiling. Three of his little daydream clouds cling to his hands and wrist, but when he looks over and sees his brother that number multiplies immediately. He sits up, gently swatting one of the new clouds away from his face, which is lit up like the sun. ]

Ronan!

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[fehus]

hey man

wanna do something dumb together

[talking to Matthew is nice; there's no nerves or artifice to it. Magnus doesn't have to feel weird about much, ever, because Matthew is so kind and open. he certainly won't mind a random text]

[dreamkid]

haha def yeah!
like what?

[ Magnus is likewise easy to talk to, and Matthew would trust him with anything. That's why the "definitely" comes before the "what"' ]

text

[fehus]

[ invite ]

text

[fource]

[It's a picture of five dogs, all different types and sizes, happily looking at the camera like it's a tasty treat (because there is a tasty treat behind the camera).]

They say hi!

text

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew, unlike me, replies almost immediately with a selfie, his hand captured in a blurry wave and his usual huge smile in place. ]

hi!!!
ur new group?
they look great!
wat r the names?

TEXT FWD.

[bragnificent]

🌟 HEY 🌟
party @ my place friday night
come if ur: 1) a fan of fun & free booze
2) & pools & party games
starts at 8, stay til whenever
bring friends
& hmu if u got questions

- r. mantle

[ This is a forwarded mass-text sent to a few other people as well because he's a monster like that for simplicity and efficiency's sake, but he'll still respond if texted back. ]

[dreamkid]

cool!
want me to bring anything?

video

[fource]

[Here's an unexpected video of Quatre-- pre-recorded, not a live video feed. The reason for that may be obvious once the background of the video comes into focus: Quatre's waving from the dashboard of a fucking space ship cockpit. There's a murmur of conversation in the background that the camera doesn't pick up. Quatre's in a retro-ish space suit from the neck down, eyes shining brightly and positively gleaming with happiness.]

Hello from space! We're about halfway to Mars right now. [He shifts the camera over to show a very complicated-looking trajectory display on a screen; for some reason it looks like something out of a 1990s rendition of space navigation, but Quatre seems to understand it just fine.] You'll get this message a few minutes after I send it, so I won't see any reply for a little bit. I'd show you the view out the window but this camera won't pick it up. Maybe someone has the right equipment to at least get you a photo... Anyway, hope everything's going well back on Earth!