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Baz!!!! :D

[threesecrets]

[The boy in question is probably in his late teens, and he's topless, just in black jeans and a pair of leather boots. The jeans are slim cut and sit just above the crest of his hips, Baz can probably tell that despite the slightly scuffed nature of what he wears, it's all expensive. He holds himself rather carelessly, sharp blue eyes looking him over like he doesn't know what to make of him. The truth is more that Ronan's a little shaken, both because he's gorgeous, and because he found him here in Lindenmere, and he doesn't know who he is.

He doesn't look like a threat, though. And Lindenmere doesn't seem to think that he's a threat. So his body language is cautious, not threatening. Mostly, he's curious. Helplessly interested, even if he tries to hold himself with an edge of studied disinterest.

At the first, he almost wondered if it's something he dreamed, an errant wish for a beautiful boy that wanted him. He'd almost had that, for a couple days. But then Gansey died- and he's not dead now, but Ronan still watched him die, touched his corpse. So he's been a ball of emotions that he doesn't known how to talk about or deal with, and there's nowhere for them to go. They still talk, they're still friends, but- there'd been the idea that they could be something more, that night on his birthday. They probably still could be, if Ronan knew how to fucking talk about it, but he doesn't- it's easier to pretend that it never was.

So Adam reaches out, and Ronan doesn't know how to meet him halfway. But he always knew- it's not surprising that he fucked things up. He just.. he'd wanted to try anyway. Adam left for Harvard, and they've talked a couple times, but never about the ghost between them. He seems happy; he has friends there already, and Ronan teased him about about being popular now.

He wont wait for him.

Ronan- the best part of him knows he shouldn't. The worst part of him wishes he would. But that's just because he's lonely, alone, prone to anxiety and jealousy. Gansey and Blue are off on their gap year, so all he has is when he drives up to DC to see his brothers. The Barns and its memories. His dreams. So he dreamed himself this, instead. Not Cabeswater, but something like it. More dangerous, more wild -- more like Ronan.

He laughs a little at the question- what the fuck sort of an introduction was that, anyway? But he shrugs his shoulders, muscles making his skin ripple with the curves and thorns of his tattoo.]

Nah. Not anymore.

[There's a pause, and he grins, lifting an eyebrow. If you knew him before senior year, he seemed a little bit hollow by comparison, but he's still a sharp thing. Not cruel, though. But he had been plotting, practicing. He'd wanted to get it right, before he realized that if he did he'd just doom this place to the came fate as Cabeswater. He wanted it to be dangerous enough to protect itself. To be able to survive knowing him.]

How did you find this place?

:3

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[If Baz was being honest with himself (it was a toss-up on if he was or wasn't), the other boy was painfully handsome. He was attractive in a different way than Snow. Sharper, like a knife's edge. He could only see scraps of the boy's tattoo, but Baz wondered what the rest of it was- he'd never been interested in tattoos himself but he was curious about what other people deemed fit to be on their skin forever.

There was something especially telling in the answer of not anymore, and Baz wondered what he had been plotting. If he'd been plotting anything at all or if he was just being sarcastic. People buried bodies in the woods or hatched plans to take over the world. The boy didn't look particularly like he'd been doing either of those things but looks could be deceiving.

Before he answered, he took a breath. There was more than just the scent of the magic in this place. There was the scent of the magic in the other boy. It was relatively subtle right now but it was still there enough for Baz to detect it. he could hear his heart beating, too- he was the only one of them here with a pulse.]

I followed my nose.

[It was an honest enough answer, something he didn't feel like he needed to lie about considering how chock full of magic this place was.]

Where are we?

[And for the love of all that was good and decent in the world, the answer had better not be 'Virginia' or 'the woods'.]

[threesecrets]

[He says he followed his nose and Ronan tilts his head slightly, not entirely sure what to make of it. He assumes he can sense the energy here; not that Ronan's ever been any good at it when he's awake, when he's not standing on the ley line like he is here. But that makes him.. what, a dreamer? Someone like the Sargents, or like Adam had been, awake to the currents of it?

He didn't know, and it wasn't precisely his style to just ask.

The dark-haired young man doesn't seem quite so inhibited, however. Ronan could just not answer, but it seems rather after the fact when he's already standing here. He doesn't tell him what it is, because that's complicated, and he doesn't know just yet how much he wants to give away about himself.]

Its name is Lindenmere.

[There's something off in the way that he says it. He says it the way you say my friend's name is Adam, not like the name of a place. There's a pause, and he seems to consider something, rolling it over before looking at him, his gaze almost overly intent.]

It doesn't know you. You should say hello- this place doesn't usually like strangers.

[Which yes, could just be a weird way of trying to get the boy to say his name, but Ronan is clearly rather serious about it. He says it almost like a warning, like he isn't the dangerous thing here. He also doesn't hold himself like someone who thinks they're in danger, though. But maybe it's just because he isn't a stranger.

There's a faint caw from just above the trees- like there's a raven nearby.]

[kindlepitch]

[Lindenmere didn't mean anything to him. Things like 'it doesn't know you' and 'this place doesn't usually like strangers' gave him more to go off. With phrases like that, it could be assumed this place was sentient. To some degree. Or maybe it wasn't really a forest at all but some sort of nature spirit in disguise. Did it know what he was? He hoped vampires weren't offensive to it, or things like the fact he'd eaten unicorns. They had been sustainably farmed, after all.

He considered the suggestion for a moment, looking around like he expected to see someone or something there besides the two of them. He didn't smell or hear anything, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd missed something. If he hadn't been acutely aware of how magical this place was, he would've scoffed at the idea of saying hello to it.

Still, he took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and tried not to look like he felt awkward (he did, but he didn't want to let on that he did).]

Hello, Lindenmere. [He didn't suppose an American forest would have heard of his family name, so he didn't bother with a proper introduction.] My name is Basil.

[His gaze flickered back to the other boy.]

You can call me Baz. Whatever happened here, I felt it from London.

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[Really, the biggest indicator that he actually is talking to the forest is that Ronan doesn't mock him after he does introduce himself. There's no punchline here, after all. Just a new forest, coursing with magic in every leaf.

There's a whisper among the leaves, a sound that shifts from the murmur of a breeze through the foliage to what sounds like words spoken in Latin. A greeting, permission to stay. Baz is likely adept enough in the language to realize its pronunciation is oddly in line with modern renditions of Classical Latin. So not a lost dryad from Ancient Rome- probably.

Ronan shrugs his shoulders, but he looks- somewhat uneasy.]

From London? You have got to be fucking kidding me.

[Ronan hoped he was, even if the fact that Basil had found this place gave a certain weight to his words. He couldn't think why he'd lie about coming from London, either. He didn't seem like Declan- like he lied just because he was breathing. Besides, Basil sure does sound like a name that someone from the UK would have. And the fact that he outright says it this time- I felt it- it makes Ronan a little less self-conscious about admitting that he's something impossible too. Magic.]

I.. took this place from my dreams. A few days ago, give or take- time gets weird in here.

[He just hoped that it was just Basil that had felt it. That he wasn't about to have all the members of the magical black market that his older brother had been trying to keep him safe from crawling down on top of him. On the plus side, if he was- at least none of his friends were here to get hurt, at least Matthew was still safe in DC. He was probably still being reckless, but Ronan was almost always reckless.]

I'm Ronan.