wild rose.

╰ °✧ even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, when you’re broken on the ground, you will be found so let the sun come streaming in 'cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again. if you only look around, you will be found. out of the shadows, the morning is breaking and all is new, all is new. it's filling up the empty and suddenly I see that all is new, all is new. you are not alone, you will be found.

[arbermors]

ivanov.

        HE’S BARELY NOTICED THE TIME.   there are things that slip far too easily from his attention,  and time is definitely one of them.   is it really that late?   a quick glance is directed towards the sky to check the time before his gaze returns to somewhere just a few inches away from the other’s.    ( he’s never been good at meeting people’s eyes. )    it’s dark out,  but he could have sworn he started wandering when it was still daytime.   has it really been that long?   now that he stops to think,  he’s tired.

        “ not…  around there.   in there.   n-not for long,  but—  yes.   in there,  not around there. ”    his few belongings are stored in his camera bag,  which doubles as a backpack for the sake of ease  ——  two changes of clothes,  his camera,  a couple toiletries,  and the money he’d stolen when he fled russia.    ( he’s been showering in the bathrooms of public locations. )    he doesn’t have much to his name.

        after a moment of contemplation,  adrien starts taking a few steps back,  shaking his head.    “ i—  sorry i,  um,  bothered you.   i can…  i can find it.   it’s,  uh,  it’s okay.”    he’ll probably get lost again,  but he can do it on his own.

arber felt a pang of pity for the younger. they looked lost, a bit out of place. as if they don’t have a place to stay. a foreigner? an immigrant just like them? aside from he small carrier bag the child had slung over his shoulder, he didn’t look much like a tourist.

a young warlock. ahh, this is rough, but not uncommon. young warlocks tend to look lost and abandoned as their parent’s either died or abandoned them, it’s a sad truth and arber’s been through it.

“would you like to come by my place to stay? i promise i won’t bite,” they said before looking at the sandwiches they were carrying and handed one to the boy. “wanna eat?”

[arbermors]

morningstar.

{ @arbermors }

After a long journey, and a few travel hiccups, Luna had finally arrived to the institute, albeit late. She was yet to meet the majority of the other shadowhunters around the institute, so made sure to hurry along to drop her belongings off in her room, and head to the meeting. In her rush, the silvery haired shadowhunter bumped into someone though, dropping her bag and scattering the hall with her things.

“Aah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she cut herself off short when she saw a familiar face, rising up from her crouched position in surprise “Arber?” she shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t think I would see you again, after….”

maybe i should go back to seoul and see luna again, it’s been a while, was the thought that was in the frenchman’s mind when they saw one of the shadowhunters dancing to a k-pop video in the institute. they’ve certainly missed the place and it’s been long since they have seen little luna.

arber was on their way out of the institute for the night when a certain silver haired maiden bumped into them. “luna?” they immediately beamed, “how are you?” 

[arbermors]

“un café crème and a strawberry shortcake, s'il vous plaît,” arber smiled at the man at the counter. it’s been a while since they’ve eaten breakfast outside the apartment. they never rely on magic much when it comes to food, thinking it’s way more fun to make them yourself or buy them without the aid of magic. it was early morning in the daily grind and so it was a nice middle ground between awfully quiet and hectic. “great morning, isn’t it?” they smiled.

[arbermors]

ivanov.

        THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT is not the best time to be wandering this city.   though he knows it well,  that familiarity is from the perspective of rooftops and catwalks,  not at ground level.   it should come as no surprise that he finds himself lost just after two in the morning,  when partygoers are still hopping from bar to bar and danger lurks in the shadows.   it’s with extreme reluctance that he approaches a stranger,  tentative and hanging back so he can run at a moment’s notice.

        ( it’s to his benefit that it’s dark and his hair’s a mess.                 the other might not see the small horns protruding from the top of his head. )

        “ hi,  um—  hi.   sorry to,  uh,  bother you,  but uh—  sorry,  uh—  do you know how to,  um,  get to the…  the park?   merryweather park? ”

        the question probably comes across as suspicious  —  between his hesitation and the time,  it’s definitely strange,  and it doesn’t help his case that he’s lurking    ( with notable awkwardness )    in front of a place called pike’s poison.

it was odd to see arber out this late, but they woke up in the middle of the night and they were starving and instead of using their magic to whip up a meal for himself, they decided it would be nice to go on a leisurely stroll to the nearest 7/11 for a bite to eat.

as expected, the night children were walking about as if it were daytime and nightclubs were at their peak while the occasional shadowhunter was walking around patrolling the area. after the frenchman bought themselves some sandwiches, they started making their way to their apartment.

they nearly jumped when a young boy- a warlock from the looks of it approached them(the horns were a dead giveaway and he couldn’t sense any unseelie blood in the child). “merryweather park?” the warlock repeated, accent thick, “isn’t it a little to late for a stroll in the park, garcon? do you live around there?”