you look up from beneath your eyelashes , consider your best friend’s sternexpression as it shifts & plays with the candlelight . “ we’re talking to our imaginations in a decrepit abandoned church , dick . the take this seriously ship has sailed . ” nonetheless , this isn’t truly a battle you care about winning , & gansey’s curiosity is more contagious than you’ll ever admit ; you lick your lips , refocus on the planchette . “ hey , spirits , if you’re here , spell fuck . ”
‘thank you for taking it seriously. ’ though that is far from what ronan’s said, you hope you can make it so by simply stating it aloud. you look back down at the board. the planchette moves to the letter ‘𝐅 ’ . your gaze lifts to ronan, eyebrow raised but the next two letters spell a word: for. and another three letters … ‘ for nic, ’ you say aloud, excitement bright in your tone. ‘ see, lynch, what happens when you listen ?nic … who is nic ? ’ the planchette moves to three more letters. ‘ for … nic … ate ? for nic oh. fornicate. very clever, spirits. ’
‘ the Ouija board just spelled ‘fuck’ and I think we should listen to it. ’
‘very funny, lynch. ’ you level your gaze at him; not quite a frown, but serious enough to let him know you’re displeased. in the dim candlelight by which you’re communing with the other world, he looks unexpectedly innocent, long lashes fanning a shadow over his cheekbones, fingers resting gently on the planchette over the ‘ 𝐊 ’ on the board. but you know the truth: he’s not innocent not this time, at least. ‘ i know you’re the one that spelled that out. i want you to take this seriously. ’
