litsource:

Noah appeared beside Blue. He looked joyful and adoring, like a Labrador retriever.

fizzmouth:

lipstick does, in fact, stick to ghost skin trust me i am a ghost scientist 

adampairrsh:

Blue wiped a tear from her face with the heel of her hand, and he wiped a tear from her other cheek with the heel of his. His chin dimpled in that way that comes before tears, but she put her fingers against it and it resolved.

They were wheeling towards the end of something, and they both knew it.

bloesargent:

blue sargent appreciation week ☀ [day 1: favorite blue friendship] ☀ blue+noah

neitherheavenorhell:

They were no longer Noah Czerny and Blue Sargent. They were now just him and her. Not even that. They were only the time that they held between them.

Blue gave him a watery smile. “That was super nice.”
He shrugged, eyes doleful, shoulders curled in on themselves. He was fading. It wasn’t that she could see through him. It was that it was hard to remember what he looked like, even while she was looking at him. When he turned his head, she saw him swallow.

cellaenas:

“I want you to know,” Noah said, pressing the carved bone against his Adam’s apple, hard, as if it would squeeze the words from him, “I was … more … when I was alive.” Adam chewed his lip, looking for a response. Blue thought she knew what he meant, though. Noah’s resemblance to the crookedly smiling photo on the driver’s license Gansey had discovered was akin to a photocopy’s resemblance to an original painting. She couldn’t imagine the Noah she knew driving that tricked-out Mustang. “You’re enough now,” Blue said. “I missed you.”

patrochilles:

They were no longer Noah Czerny and Blue Sargent. They were now just him and her. Not even that. They were only the time that they held between them.

lilybluesgt:

Oh, thought Blue. So this is what I can’t have.