genessia | House Hunting | Action

Enough time had gone by, and in some ways, too much time had gone by. Once the raven trio had united, it became a whirlwind of things. Exploring, sleeping on the floor of each other’s rooms, piling up in one beg whenever they were homesick or missed Adam. There were a lot of confusing moments since they had arrived while they got used to certain areas and places to visit.

Jobs were something they all had to get which was odd for Noah in particular because he hadn’t had one very long back home before his death, and now he somehow managed to get three. With income from all three of them they would be able to find somewhere else to live. Someplace all three of them could live in together.

Noah had made a list of places, marking them off the night before when he couldn’t sleep so they could check them out. Some were busts, some were swooped up but there were a few more bigger places that they were on their way to visit. Navigating this place was still hard sometimes and that was why Noah was walking ahead of the other two with a map in his hands that he consulted every other landmark just to be sure they were going in the right direction.

Gansey and Ronan were a few feet behind him talking.

“Really, Gansey you should be reading this thing. You’re better at directions. I found the places, so I’ve done my job.” Glancing back he held the map out to Gansey and looked at Ronan in particular, “What have you done~?”

Ronan stared back at Noah for a moment before pulling the new sling backpack he'd bought over his head and unzipping a pocket. He handed Noah a sandwich and a juice pack. Closed the pocket. Dropped it back over his shoulder and stuffed his hands back into his pockets.

Watching Noah and Ronan, Gansey fought back a smile. Usually he was the one that made sure that everyone was safe and cared for, but somehow the most sharp edged member of their group had decided that he would watch over Noah. He knew better than to say anything since it would mean that Ronan would have to pretend at indifference or lash out to prove that he had lost the gentleness that Gansey had witnessed before Niall's death.

Instead, he hummed thoughtfully, hurrying his steps so he could look over at the map. "I could be of more help if I knew what we were looking for." Gansey was never certain if his talent extended to finding housing, but he'd been unusually lucky over the years. "Tell me what you want and I'll try to find it."

Noah perked a bit at the show of food and drink, and slowed enough to reach for the offered snacks, “Oh! Thanks.”

He shifted the sandwich and juice into one hand and when Gansey took the map he pointed to the general area of a few other places that were clustered together, “These here. One is some sort of ranch and the others are just normal houses. They all seemed close together so I thought we would save those for last.”

Once that was taken care of, he took Ganseys former position and let their leader, lead. He took a bite of the sandwich and held it up in offering to Ronan, walking closer to him than most people liked to. “The ranch I think, looks bigger....”

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"Fuck the houses." Ronan shook his head lightly at the offering. "Nothing we've seen so far is big enough for Noah's growing appetite."

He pretended to not be interested in anything in particular and yawned. Mostly he was taking in the environment, the people, weird and weirder, missing Adam, and making sure Chainsaw wasn't wandering too far. The initial shock had started to wear off, but he still wasn't sleeping much. Mostly he watched Gansey and Noah sleep.

"That's not what I need to know to find it." Sighing, he tried not to feel strange discussing the talent that Malory had kept encouraging him to use. Neither one of them had ever said the word magic and after seeing the wonders that Ronan and Adam could create, Gansey wasn't certain if his gift could have that sort of label.

Taking the map, he glanced at it, but didn't really focus on the lines printed on paper. "I need more to work with than just an address." Finding an address on a map was simple. Finding a temporary home that would feel like home for the three of them was more complicated. "Tell me what you want it to be... what your ideal would be if we can't have the Barns and Monmouth and then I'll try to find it."

Noah smacked Ronans arm for implying he was a glutton. “I haven’t eaten in seven years, yeah I have an appetite.” He mumbled and took another bite, the took a drink from the juice.

At Ganseys prompting, he shrugged, “That’s more you guys than me. As long as i have a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom that isn’t in the kitchen, I’m content. Ronans the picky one. Besides, i end up in one of your beds anyway.” He shrugged again because by now they both knew he was a cuddler. It was just his nature.

Ronan gave Noah a dirty look and moved to stand next to Gansey. "You never gave a shit about furniture or dimensions. You picked Monmouth because of the way it felt." He covered the map with his hand. "Don't think about it. Close your eyes and imagine what home feels like. That's what your searching for. A home away from home. Not Monmouth. Not the Barns. It's the way they make you feel."

Gansey found things because he was searching for something deeper than an object or a King. It was something he needed that wasn't material. It was emotional. A feeling. An idea. A connection. Ronan had thought a lot about this when he couldn't sleep. Yes. He had a talent for finding things and one day he would find Glendower.

"Now imagine it has a bathroom that isn't a kitchen. For Noah."

"Exactly. I need to know what feelings that we're trying to find." He wanted to argue that it shouldn't just be what he wanted, but he knew that Ronan wouldn't listen. Monmouth became home because Ronan and Noah were in it, not because of anything that he'd really wanted. Something had guided him to the building, but he'd never been sure if it had been because he loved things that no one else seemed to notice or something deeper.

Stepping out of the way so he wouldn't get in anyone's way, he closed his eyes. Focusing the way that Ronan had suggested, he started envisioning what they wanted, letting out a snort when Ronan mentioned the bathroom. Letting out a slow breath, Gansey reached for the faint feeling that vibrated in the air, the call that had always guided him toward lost artifacts.

When he opened his eyes again, the location was fixed in his mind even though he had no idea where it might be. As soon as he was certain that he wouldn't lose that compulsion, he was off, gesturing widely toward the direction that hummed through his thoughts. "This way. I don't know what it is, but it wants us to find it."

The dirty look made Noah want to flip Ronan off but then he listened to what Ronan was saying to Gansey and huffed instead. He waited until Gansey had wandered off to do his thing before muttering to Ronan, “Someone could have told me we were talking magic and not layouts, you know.”

And then Gansey was gesturing and taking off, and Noah blinked a few times before following. He would let Ronan walk with Gansey though and linger a little further behind. This, he was used to.

Ronan watched Gansey closely, more closely than he ever allowed himself when there were others around to witness the moment. And when he opened his eyes and set off, clearly set on a destination, Ronan smiled faintly to himself and tucked his hand back into it's pocket.

He didn't know what would have happened to him if Gansey and Noah hadn't been here. He didn't want to know. This was how it was suppose to be. With one achingly obvious exception.

He looked at Noah and waited for him to follow Gansey before falling in behind.

"Layouts help too but feelings are easier to track down." He wasn't sure why but the impressions he received were easier to think of in that context. Something specific might help him but if their suggestions were too detailed, he might not be able to find anything that matched their criteria.

As he tried to target the specific 'voice' that was calling out to him, he didn't bother checking to see if Noah and Ronan were following him. Gansey knew that they were behind him, probably keeping an eye out so that he didn't do something foolish like step in front of a vehicle or walk into a wall. "It's not one of the houses. They aren't what we're looking for."

As he continued following the nagging sensation in the back of his mind, he led them to the Windate area. This must have been where the ranch Noah had mentioned must be. He paused as he took in the rolling land, knowing they might have a long walk ahead of them. "It's one of these, but I don't know how far away it is."

Noah arched a brow at first, but quickly followed up to half catch up with Gansey, putting himself between the pair. It was odd placement, though and he glanced back at Ronan, walking blindly for a few long moments as he considered the reasoning. It was an oddly protective gesture and when he looked away again it was mostly to hide the little blush that had begun to tinge his cheeks.

Picking a little at the sandwich, he focused on Gansey but he didn’t say anything, just followed him as Gansey knew he would. He eyed some of their surroundings and finished the sandwich without tripping somewhere until Gansey paused. Noah slowed to a stop and looked over the hills, “Oh yeah, it’s definitely one of these. Ronan....can we have cows? Goats? Cute little bunnies?”

This was some place they could make more like home. “I’ll help take care of them...” he added with a little murmur of surprised excitement.

Ronan mostly kept an eye on where Gansey was going, making sure he didn't run into anything or anyone, while also making sure no one was paying too much attention to them. He was cautious and paranoid until given another reason not to be.

The open land spread out before them was a good reason to at least have a little hope this place could be something good for all of them. Not all, but for them. He thought of Matthew, Adam, even Declan often and found himself unable to be alone in his own room.

he stood next to Noah and Gansey and lightly elbowed Gansey, "I brought extra sandwiches. Let's go find it." He looked over at Noah. "Are you going to work to buy them because I have no fucking idea if I can dream up an entire farm." Cabeswater was far away. He hadn't even tried to dream anything and was almost afraid he wouldn't be able to.

It took a few seconds for Gansey to pull free of whatever power that allowed him to find things. It was like slowly emerging from water, sound returning with an odd rush that caused him to shake his head. Even without that focus, Gansey knew that they were close. At least close in terms of his typical adventures. Ronan was used to their days wandering the countryside outside of Henrietta, but Noah wasn't. He seemed willing to follow so Gansey would assume that he wouldn't mind the walk.

The rest of his attention snapped back to his friends as Ronan elbowed him, earning a weak glare as he tried to pinpoint a general direction. He almost asked why Ronan was being so attentive, treating them both like Matthew instead of...

The possible reasons seemed more obvious and impossible to speak aloud. Instead he focused on Noah's request. "Do you know how to take care of any of them? I know Ronan could teach you, but some basic knowledge would help." As he spoke, he began walking, heading the direction that seemed 'loudest', guessing that eventually they'd find the place that had been calling to him.

Noah considered the question and shrugged softly, “Yeah. You feed it and you give it love. It’s a farm animal. It does its business where it wants.” It wasn’t rocket science. Not really. Even if it was more complicated than that, he would figure out how to do it properly.

“And you’re right. We have a farmer that can help.” He glanced at Ronan and grinned, “Just a kid is fine to start with. We can wait on the cows.”

Ronan looked at Noah. "You haven't even proposed and already you want kids?" He shook his head and started following Gansey, but he glanced back at Noah with a sly smirk.

He wasn't going to tell Noah there was a lot more to feeding and love and shitting where you wanted when dealing with farm animals. Not yet. He also didn't want to find out he couldn't dream anything here. If they found a place to live together today he'd give a try tonight.

Chainsaw flew overhead, swooping down to brush the top of their heads from time to time and exploring the more open landscape. He already knew she'd like it here instead of in the city.

He knew he should warn Noah about the animals, but he couldn't force himself to ruin his friend's ideal of farm life. Gansey may have grown up in the city, but he'd spent enough time on farms during his travels and at the Barns to understand that caring for the animals wasn't that simple. If they actually did start farming, it would be hard work.

But if they had just a few pets, they shouldn't have too many problems.

As Chainsaw tried to capture their attention, Gansey lifted his arm up for her to land on, pleased when she briefly settled before starting her antics again. "Our child is restless." So was Ronan. Technically, so was Gansey. He couldn't sleep in the quartes they'd been given. They were too small, the walls pressing close. They needed somewhere safe to try to turn into a home.

"Don't make Ronan live in sin, Noah. If you're going to have kids, you'll have to marry him." He was mostly teasing, letting the banter lull his senses until he turned toward one of the tracks that led to a ranch house. "This might be it."

It was amusing to him that his friends seemed to think he was really that dense when it came to some things. But then again, they only knew the smudgy version of himself, not the real one that actually knew a lot of things. He was bored, not stupid. And he really didn’t care to waste the effort explaining that to them so he let the implications roll off and focused on Ronans smirk and the way Gansey walked; the way his shoulders shifted with each stride and then Chainsaw as she swooped about.

The restlessness had a reason, he noted shoved his hands into his pockets, “He’s gotta ask me first. He’s the romantic one. Till then? Sin away~”

The Ranch that began to appear in the distance just...felt different. It felt like home. Noah blinked slowly, “That’s it.”

Ronan watched Noah and just when he was decided that he should reach out and say something both Gansey and Noah declared they had found it. He followed their to whatever 'it' was and saw Chainsaw disappearing in that direction. Heading straight for a piece of property that held a house and a barn with room for horses and some cattle.

"I'm not a romantic." Whatever made Noah decide that he'd have to find out later. Along with whatever was going on in his head a moment ago. He still gave Noah a concerned look before gently nudging Gansey's shoulder as he passed. "You never proposed and we have a child together."

As the moved farther along the road, Gansey felt something click into place. This was the spot that he'd been looking for. His ability, whether it was magic or intuition, settle as they house came into view. Even Chainsaw seemed to agree that this was what they had been looking for.

As they drew closer, he felt that Noah was right. This was home. Or their home while they were stuck in this reality.

Glancing over at Ronan as he complained about Noah's description, Gansey had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Of the three of them, Ronan was probably the most romantic of them all. His ideals regarding relationships were more traditional than Gansey's and from what he'd noticed about Noah, he was as open as Gansey was to different types of relationship.

Leaning against Ronan when he nudged him, he pretended to glare. "You adopted a child without my permission. That does not require a proposal."

“Please, you two have been married ever since I first met you,” Noah rolled his eyes and wandered past them because he needed to see this place, “Chainsaw! Be careful! We don’t know what could be there.” He called out even though, really, he knew Chainsaw could damn well take care of herself if she came from Ronan.

The rest of the walk was made much quicker, especially when he kept the Ravens black form as his focal point.

“...I’m open to sharing~” he added after a long while; mostly because he just remembered.

Ronan watched after Noah and Chainsaw before looking at Gansey again. "Did he just say he's open to sharing? Is he talking about the kids or us?"

The 'us' had Ronan staring longer than he should at Gansey because he didn't allow himself to think about an 'us' when it involved Gansey.

"You love our child."

For a moment, Gansey was too shocked by what Noah had said that he couldn't think of how to answer. He watched Chainsaw as she explored, struggling for words in a manner that was rare for him. "Yes, he did." At least that was a simple question to answer.

He'd been joking about marriage, and Noah was either continuing the joke or thought there was more going on between Gansey and Ronan than there really was. Managing to hide a flush, he glanced over at Ronan, trying not to think of teenage infatuation that he'd cast aside months ago. "I'm not sure which he was referring to."

Looking toward the house, he shrugged. "I do, but I didn't love that sludge you fed her."

Ronan and Gansey were taking too long, and Chainsaw few too fast, there were only two options and one just seemed silly. With a little sigh, he stopped and took the handful of steps backwards to meet back up with his friends before sliding into the middle and grabbing one of their hands on each side to tug them along.

“You’re too slow. This could be our home and Chainsaw is more excited than you are. Let’s go.” He said, tugging lightly, then glancing from one to the others, “Did you figure it out yet?”

"You're bossy." Ronan declared simply without trying to pull away or stop Noah from doing what Noah did best.

He didn't answer the question, looking from Gansey to Noah and back to Gansey. He wanted to know what Gansey thought before he asked a question or answered Noah's.

"I didn't expect him to be this bossy." Maybe he should have since Noah had been forced to be passive so long. Letting Noah tug him along, Gansey tried to decide how to address Noah's comment and Ronan's silence. He didn't think that he'd figured it out.

If Noah was referring to the comment about marriage... His relationship with Ronan was platonic no matter what people had said in the past. He was Ronan's brother even if they weren't related. They bickered like a married couple but that didn't mean they were married in any fashion.

Knowing that Noah expected an answer, he decided to admit ignorance. "No, I don't think we have."

There was a part of Noah that knew these two above all others, would let him touch them freely. They never really seemed opposed to him just taking their hand or holding onto them. Gansey was new to his weird little affections, but Ronan had been a bit more privy to them even when he was a ghost.

To the ‘Bossy’ comments, he just hid a little grin and squeezed each of their hands at the same time, brushing his thumb against the top of their hands, “You. Both of you.”

There was a different sort of affection Noah held for Ronan and Gansey than he did anyone else. And he knew deep down how they felt about one another, even if they didn’t know how to admit it. “I could share you. With each other. If that was something you wanted.”

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