Soon they would find Glendower, soon they would all be kings. Soon, soon.
You: Friendship
Me, an intellectual: Richard Campbell Gansey iii and Ronan Lynch sprinting into a courtroom-the latter with his uniform properly in order for once-to support Adam Parrish as he faces his abusive father
GANSEY
– very tan
– would look great standing on a yacht
– fantastically styled brown hair
– hazel eyes, sometimes with nerd glasses (actual-nerd, not hipster-nerd)
– classically handsome anglo-american bone structure
– arm muscles worthy of the gods
– hollywood smile
– polo shirts in a range of pastels and brights
– elitist shoes
ADAM
– also very tan
– short hair somewhere in the chromatic range of dirty blond to light brown
– “pretty” blue eyes
– taller than Gansey but shorter than Ronan
– lean/lanky with narrow shoulders
– “gaunt”
– very pale eyebrows (and probably very pale lashes because of how genes work)
– looks like he fought in the Civil War (both in appearance and tiredness level)
– serious/sad expression
NOAH
– “smudgy”, whatever the hell that means
– blond hair, presumably in whatever style was popular for rich white boys in the mid-2000’s
– small eyes and large ears
– always wearing school uniform
– looks like a decaying ghoul when viewed from an unflattering angle
BLUE
– short and choppy dark hair with bangs and lots of clips
– large eyes
– generally hot, according to Adam and Gansey at least
– approx. 5 feet tall
– dresses like she has watched every youtube video on how to “upcycle” your clothing
RONAN
– blue eyes and dark eyebrows
– buzzed hair and back tattoo, obviously
– pale skin that begs for a sunburn
– chiseled nose
– chiseled muscles
– “handsome”, according to everyone
– marginally taller than Adam and considerably taller than Gansey
– either scowling grumpily or smiling smirkily
– usually wearing a tight af black tank top and edgy distressed jeans
– can grow a beard in like under a week
HENRY
– cheekbones that could slice off your entire face
– flawless eyebrows
– hair that doesn’t believe in gravity
– actual model
“-looks like a decaying ghoul when viewed from an unflattering angle”
Niall Lynch was a braggart poet, a loser musician, a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria. A handsome devil with one eye the colour of a promise and the other the colour of a secret.
r a v e n . b o y s| x | The Four Temperaments “Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 