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'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄❞
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ofangelicblood:
a part of him knew that this wasn’t easy, that clary was struggling with the training, and that she just wanted to be as good as the others in the institute. if she’d grown up around the others this would have taken place when she was a kid. instead, she was having to play catch up and he knew it wasn’t easy. but he was trying his best and being patient with her. from what he could tell someone had given her some tips about holding the blade and whomever that was he was definitely appreciative. something told him it was his sister and maybe he should’ve asked izzy to help with clary’s training. maybe his sister would be the better one. either way, jace knew that he would finish her training for the day and later he’d ask his sister if maybe she could help, too. “you will i promise. some people are naturally gifted with weapons and some aren’t. but i know you’ll get it,” he told her, offering another smile. whether it was faith or what not he didn’t know. but he did know that clary would get it and when it clicked it would surprise her. raising his blade, he smiled as her blade connected with his own and he knew she was starting to get it. “good and you’ve got a good grip. who taught you that?”
One day it wouldn’t be this hard anymore, to hold a knife in her hand and not feel liek she belongs in a kitchen but out on the battle field. Clary was nervous to continue training, one slip up and it was all over, and she knew that Jace wouldn’t go easy on her. There was no point in doing so and Clary wanted to prove to Jace that she was paying attention and listening to corrections. Taking on criticism and using it to her advantage. Clary sighs as she spins the blade in her hand, holding the hilt and pointing the sharp end towards Jace, clangs and tings rattled the training room while Clary made quick on her feet, dancing along the floor as she continued to walk in a circle, then backwards a couple steps to ready. Moving forward and dragging the blade out before her, she wanted to show Jace how much she was actually learning but it wasn’t always the easiest thing to do. “Isabelle gave me a few pointers, but one was to do everything in heels as well, and I barely own a pair of platforms . Is she always so fashionable when hunting and fighting downworlders?” Clary asks as she feels the blade slip slightly from her hand but catches it back in the last second.
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seesgood:
the comment — however simple it may be — makes her face twitch, eyes darkening slightly. the last time she heard those words, the voice was deeper. more heavily accident. and they were quickly followed by bones cracking as she hit back against a tree and a stake to the chest. caroline lets out a slow and steadied breath, swallowing as she forces the smile to stay on her face. ❝ spring break. ❞ she lies, keeping the same strained look on her face as she looks at the brunette. ❝ but no. i’m new. just kinda…going from place to place for right now. and you are? ❞
Faith didn’t have the best way with words, she was ruthless with her observations and had next to no tact. It wasn’t in her job description, so she knew that she had to backtrack when she watched the blondie’s expression over her ruffled feathers comment. Clicking her tongue, Faith could spot a lie in the distance if it was covered in fog, but she wouldn’t press on more, just watch the blonde. “No you’re not, but hey, I’ll let it slide. Just don’t look around the ground like you are searching for a lie next time. Name’s Faith, and that’s all you need to know. But I do know the town well if you need directions.”
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SO i have made the decision to move EVERY SINGLE MUSE onto a multi muse blog, this will be my last blog i ever make (hopefully unless i archive it) but EACH MUSE I HAVE will be on there, so no more single muse blogs for me, my promo will be out VERY SHORTLY, a lot of drafts have been MOVED OVER TO THE NEW BLOG to just ease everything, all written drafts HAVE BEEN POSTED and replies will come from @induro :D I hope you guys will still love my muses somewhere new :D
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silvrhunts:
In a way, it does feel like that. But Allison likes to think it’s just a figment of their imagination. Paranoia based on all the experiences that they have had. That confidence that usually bolster’s Allison’s persona is naught to be found. Not to night. Instead, it’s a fear that is nearly paralyzing. It’s the warmth of Lydia’s hand that keeps the huntress moving forward, though. “This isn’t right. Something is out there and it’s making us terrified. More so than normal.” It’s the only conclusion the young woman can draw as to why she feels no confidence. Surely she hasn’t fallen that far from her stool since she became a full fledged hunter and the ordeal with the demon fox.
It was like something was in the air, it kept the girls from feeling confident about their combined power and strength. The Argent and Martin girls together were a force to be reckoned with now that Lydia was gaining knowledge on her powers and training on basic combat with Allison so she could protect herself now that she was on regular pack patrol duty. Tonight was different, they could both feel it, practically taste it in the air. “I can sense it, it wants us to be afraid, to want death. But whatever it is, doesn’t know who we are, almost like they were called by the Nemeton. This isn’t right, Allison. We are better than this.”
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rosefromdeath:
"Not long. Only about a year.“ Gabriella replied honestly, her musical voice as kind as it was non-threatening. In any other situation she would have never spoken so openly, so truthfully, about what she was to someone she just met, but it was beyond clear to sweet Gabriella that this redhead girl before her was not human. "I mean, I’m out of the newborn stage.” She added with a lighthearted laugh, hoping it help ease the girl to feel comfortable around someone like her. “But not old compared to how long us vampires are known to live for.” Gabriella paused, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. The next words that came out of her mouth was a statement, not a question. “You’re not … quite human yourself … are you?”
Thinking it over, she was glad she ran into a vampire out of newborn stages. Who knew what banshee blood smelled like to a bloodsucker? Lydia certainly wasn’t up for finding out as quick as she crossed the town boarder. With such a small population, any difference was noticed by everyone and quick. Hands crossed while a hip stuck out, strawberry blonde locks trailing to the side as Lydia tilts her head. “Good to know, gold stars awarded all round. You must have strong senses, if you must know I am clouded by death. A harbinger if you will,” it wasn’t like Lydia to let someone ponder for too long, she just had to get the next word in quick. “A banshee if you didn’t work that out, I can sense the death on you.”
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teendracula:
He enjoyed the hand on his cheek, eyes falling shut. He hadn’t been touched in such a soft way in decades, it was nice with all things considered. He let out a breathless laugh when she said she’d practiced once or twice, he assumed that was common for girls of his century to do. “You have no idea how good of a leader I am, Elizabeth…I still prefer Elizabeth.”
Her touch was soft, gentle, like he was a delicate flower that if she pressed too hard, Sebastian would crumple into tiny pieces around dainty fingers. Her forehead pressed against his as their lips parted so they could speak, a soft breath out of Lizzie, oh how good Elizabeth sounds on his lips. She hated her full name sometimes, but the way he said it had the blonde siphoner buckling at the knees. “Show me how good of a leader you are.”
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stardustcreated:
Of course, Magnus had no qualms with Clary drinking her coffee, but sometimes this sacred mundane ritual had to be interrupted when ya know, fate got in the way of certain things. “I’m sorry, would you not like to know when the destiny of the world lies in the balance? Valentine’s sort of on a rampage and we need your help.” Honestly, why else would he be here? Coffee was so…bitter. And disgusting.
Holding the mug in her hands, Clary is sighs softly as she looks up at Magnus, being interrupted was never a good sign. There is a deep exhausted groan as Magnus announces his reason for being there and she already hated it. Of course the father she never cared for was up to no good. It was typical of him. “Of course it’s just sometimes I want half a day to myself, I’m still not used to this whole world hanging in the balance thing.”
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stardustcreated:
Magnus didn’t think that Tessa would have come from the Spiral Staircase, or he would’ve sent her an invitation as well. After all, those in study were often isolated and unable to leave. Though he did tell Jem to inform her, in hopes that she would be able to come. To see one of his oldest friends at his wedding was so elating, and quite quickly he rushed over to give her a hug. “I didn’t think you’d come! It’s so good to see you, Tessa.” Grinning ear to ear, Magnus pulled away and cast a look over to his husband with quite clear hearts in his eyes. “I was always more so the suitor than him, but he’s a perfect partner. You’ll love him.”
Leaving the Spiral Staircase for her oldest friends wedding was with no hesitation, not a single question. Of course she would be there to witness Magnus finally get hitched. A smile and light laughter that sung out like a melody as she wraps her arms around Magnus’ shoulders and lifts her legs as she practically jumps into the hug. “It has been too long my dear friend,” a smile as she found her footing once more and pressed out her more modern attire to not draw attention to herself. “Of course I would come, when Jem mentioned he was officiating I had to be here, it was a surprise to receive correspondence from him other than our annual meeting. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Tessa laughed softly as she looks over at Alec, “he seems perfect.”
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silvrhunts:
SHE’S ON EDGE. SKIN PRICKLING WITH unease as they make their way forward. allison does her best to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible. moving with a breath and following the pulse of the forest. she can tell that lydia is worried too. and if lydia is worried, something ill could befall them. but the huntress swallows down her fear and pushes on. “i don’t know.” and allison doesn’t. but there is this innate need to prove herself. to prove that she can keep up with the supernatural creatures. hence why she volunteered to talk watch tonight. “but something doesn’t feel right.” as if a presence is oozing its way through the air.
Each footstep is a small inch forward, the fear of crunching leaves under light feet was causing the banshee’s heart to continue to race. Even after doing this for so long, Lydia was still scared every time she was out on a patrol. Luckily having Allison there helped soothe her fears. Turning her head, there is a small nod and suck in of breath as the two women continued to walk forward in unison. A hand resting between her best friends shoulder blades as they wandered forward. “It really doesn’t, does it?” A whisper as she crept forward. “I feel like I’m walking into a graveyard.”
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ofblackskies:
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Caroline whispered softly as she crossed the room, not caring is glass was crushed beneath her shoes or not. Sinking down beside her daughter, she drew Lizzie close and held her. “Have I ever told you what sort of tantrums I threw when I was human?” One blonde asked another after a moment. “Because honestly, this isn’t so bad. A quick sweep and it’s all cleaned up and nobody’s the wiser.”
“Mom, with all due respect, I don’t really think stories of your tantrums would do much good,” a sigh as Lizzie uses the heel of her hand to wipe away tears still trailing down her face. Curling up her shoulders as she listened to the shattering of glass under her mothers feet, Lizzie felt incredibly embarrassed at what she had done. Pushing herself into the smallest ball she could make as he curls into the corner of her bed, but it was useless as her mother brought her close. Lizzie curls over and rests her head on her mother’s lap as a soft sniffle leaves her. “I’m going to lose the merge mom.”
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restlessculs:
out of everyone she could run into it , it happens to be faith. not that she wasn’t on good terms with faith , after all —– she did help the world from ending and swirling into a pit of darkness. but still , small things like being held captive still rung in the witch’s mind whenever she saw faith. her mouth was slightly agape but she finally closed it once faith spoke to her. ❛ faith… what are you doing here ? i mean , not that you’re not allowed to be here but i didn’t think i’d run into you so soon after the whole grand canyon 2.0 thing. ❜
It was still good to see Will, maybe Faith could get back on a talk to talk base, but after everything she had done to Willow, who knew. She still hadn’t properly apologised for almost killing her back in high school days, even if it was old news, it was part of the guilt that hung around Faith. Twisting the fork in her hand, Faith cackled lightly as she dropped it on an almost empty plate, “𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥? 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?” That car trip from LA to Sunnydale had cleared the air somewhat a couple years ago. “𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬,” her vice had definitely been a cigarette over stabbing people since jail. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤?”
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ofmenandangels:
To be fair to Faith, Shadowhunters at least attempted to hide themselves and their actions within those shadows, to be covert, to keep the existence of their world a secret. That was sort of in the job description, so Aline supposed that it would make sense for Faith to never have contact with another of her kind, even if they were fighting the same demon. “Never heard of there being Slayers in any textbook I’ve ever read. Do you only hunt vampires?”
Her body stretched upwards as she pulled arms above her head, fingers holding onto a stake as she pulled her back backwards with a grunt out. “𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲,” a quick comment as she sighs, arms swinging back and forth to keep muscles warm. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.”
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❝I might not know the murder, but I know exactly how they did it.❞ he announces happily but he doesn’t grin that much because there is a chance that he is wrong and…cops don’t always view help as what it is. Granted, this is not Gotham, but one can never be too careful. And of course, she might not know where he is from, but she can find out. ❝Well, I am almost certain.❞ he adds, even though he hates downplaying himself.
❝I believe that someone switched the vials so instead of insulin the victim was injected with hydrogen peroxide, which of course causes a stroke.❞
It was correct that was how the victim had died, peroxide poison had been found in their system after the stroke was caused. For a person with a very limited medical history, the stroke was a bit of a topic of conversation. Santiago narrows her eyes in on the other, he was raising a few red flags in the sergeant and she was curious as to how he had come across information like that. Arms cross over her chest strongly, her back poised and straight. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧.”
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ofmenandangels:
Simon was very thankful that if he had to go through this, at least he was going through it was his best friend. The person he’d always had at his side, who always would be. Fray and Lewis would always be a team. Chewing anxiously at the inside of his cheek, Simon blinked, gaze unsure as he met Clary’s eyes. “Really?” He was fine, as long as he had Clary. So what if most people thought he was some disgusting monster? “I know I can do it. I have you.” Simon reached over and took Clary’s hand, offering her a small, toothy grin.
Getting to have Simon around made her life easier, it made the struggles of having to learn a whole new language of runes and battle stances smoother. She accepted his hand, holding onto Simon’s strong grip with her own soft grin extended over to him. “𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥.” She smiled softly before moving even closer to hold Simon close in a tight grip. “𝐈’𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.”
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