[ Maybe were he Adam, Gansey, or Noah, Blue would have run right up to him, flung her arms around his shoulders and hugged him like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the planet. But, this was Ronan Lynch, and public displays of affection weren't something that he often participated in -- or probably wanted to be forced into. So, for as tempting as it might be, she tosses the fleeting idea away and settles on just closing the distance between them and examining his features with a scrutinizing gaze.
It's not that she doesn't believe he's her Ronan, it's just.... well, nothing seems to make much sense in this strange world she's found herself in and it doesn't seem too far-fetched to think that this person before her is some kind of Ronan clone. Or Ronan robot.
(Why exactly someone would feel so inclined to make a Ronan robot, or clone, she's also still trying to grasp. One thing at a time.)
Blue isn't sure what gives him away as 100% real and bonafide Ronan, there's just a feeling inside of her of something clicking into place. Like two pieces of a puzzle that, while they don't provide a complete and clear picture, are still vital to its entirety, and eventually her gaze softens, returning to something neutral.
Or rather -- slight relief, mild confusion and increasing curiosity giving the look of being neutral. ]
No, just you. [ She shakes her head, her tree-like daemon peeking out from behind one of her legs, crouched low enough that the four branch appendages that it uses for legs are just about completely hidden inside of its foliage, as though it's currently feeling very intimidated by Ronan's presence. ]
You haven't either? [ Because finding someone only to split up again seems a bit counterproductive, and aside from Chainsaw (or rather, Chainsawd, but that's not a discovery she's made yet.) she doesn't see anyone else here. ]
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It's not that she doesn't believe he's her Ronan, it's just.... well, nothing seems to make much sense in this strange world she's found herself in and it doesn't seem too far-fetched to think that this person before her is some kind of Ronan clone. Or Ronan robot.
(Why exactly someone would feel so inclined to make a Ronan robot, or clone, she's also still trying to grasp. One thing at a time.)
Blue isn't sure what gives him away as 100% real and bonafide Ronan, there's just a feeling inside of her of something clicking into place. Like two pieces of a puzzle that, while they don't provide a complete and clear picture, are still vital to its entirety, and eventually her gaze softens, returning to something neutral.
Or rather -- slight relief, mild confusion and increasing curiosity giving the look of being neutral. ]
No, just you. [ She shakes her head, her tree-like daemon peeking out from behind one of her legs, crouched low enough that the four branch appendages that it uses for legs are just about completely hidden inside of its foliage, as though it's currently feeling very intimidated by Ronan's presence. ]
You haven't either? [ Because finding someone only to split up again seems a bit counterproductive, and aside from Chainsaw (or rather, Chainsawd, but that's not a discovery she's made yet.) she doesn't see anyone else here. ]