augustine silverwright

22 years old///Nephilim Hails from Alicante Currently in Cinncinati

[karissathevamp-blog]

“Justice?” Seemed to her the Hunters weren’t interested in justice; they wanted deaths. That was their justice, and to her it seemed obvious that the only way to stop them was to give them what they wanted: death.

Though she herself would really rather not get her fangs dirty. She’d leave that to other, more war-prone species. Perhaps they could prod a pack of mutts into doing their dirty work. She made a mental note to ask someone about that later.

She smiled charmingly, shaking her head. “Of course not, I asked you answered. It’s really the only way to keep a conversation going."She laughed. "I don’t mind talking about the Hunters,” lie, “they don’t frighten me,” bigger lie, “but to answer your new question, I’ve been here about four years. I liked the sound of the city and I attended one of the high schools for a bit. I was supposed to start my second year of college, but then all this hubub about the Hunters grew, and I was advised to come here until the threat was taken care of.” She waved off ehr story, focusing her eyes on the boy in front of her eagerly. “But I’m boring news, what about you? Have you been here long? What brought you here?”

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“You’ve gone to mundane schools? What’s it like?” Auggie was incredibly curious about mundane schooling. He sometimes imagined what his life would’ve been like going to a high school instead of the academy. It seemed rather dull from the outside but Augustine was curious anyways. 

Auggie paused, trying to think of exactly what to say about his past. “I haven’t been in Cincinnati long. My parabatai Andy and I moved here to help with the hunters. I’m originally from Alicante, and up until a few years ago I’d never even left Idris!” From time to time Auggie still felt culture shock being away from the familiarity of Alicante. Everything in America was loud, and there were so many options for food, drink, and entertainment, it was often a bit much for the young shadowhunter. 

[heartofyellow]

“Ah, so, it’s a date then?” Fabrice said coyly, smirking while he had his back turned setting down his share of the luggage. He had dated others before– all of them being very discreet affairs desperately avoiding the knowledge of his parents– so he had learned to be quite the charmer, and shy boys loved it when other men were straightforward. 

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie blushed hard. “um...ah...yes! A date sounds good!” He fumbled his words, unaware of how to gracefully accept that he, the most socially awkward shadowhunter he knew, was agreeing to a date. Augustine never hid from the fact that he is gay, but had never expected to be able to actively date. Nephilim weren’t exactly the most progressive when it came to being anything other than straight. 

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

I Keep Having Dreams||Self-Para

Ever since his father’s death in Texas Auggie’s days could be organized into one of three categories; good days, bad days, and terrible days. These days were defined by the type of nightmare Augustine experienced the night before.  

On a good day Auggie wakes up with only a vague image of the demon that killed his father behind his eyes. There is no screaming, no sweating, and no crying mournfully into the night. Good days are when Auggie feels the most like himself; his smiles aren’t quite as forced, and he doesn’t have to remember to be cheerful, it just comes naturally. However, good days are becoming alarmingly less and less frequent. 

Most days end up being bad days for Auggie. These are the days he wakes up before dawn screaming, sure that the demon is waiting in the darkness to kill him. He spends bad days holding his breath around corners, expecting to see the dark horrible thing there with his father still hanging from a sharpened limb. Bad days make Auggie fidgety and nervous. He has to work twice as hard to keep a small smile on his face and he has to act the part of the affable nephilim boy everyone loves. It makes him feel disgusting and ashamed.

The worst by far are the terrible days. These are the days Auggie has nightmares about Andy. He dreams that they are on a routine demon hunt, or sparing in the training room, or back at the academy lounging on the quad. Everything starts off ok but then that terrible demon from Texas appears and Andy is attacked. At this point in the dream Auggie freezes. He can’t move, he can’t speak, and he can’t rescue his parabatai. Instead he has to watch from the sidelines as Andy is brutally killed. The manner often changes, but one thing stays constant, her dream-death is never a quick or painless one. 

On terrible days Auggie wakes up sweating and crying and clutching tightly to the skin where his parabatai rune is inscribed. He runs to the bathroom, praying no one else is awake, and is sick violently until the memory of the nightmare fades enough for him to calm down. 

Auggie can barely face Andy on terrible days. He sees her and pictures all of the terrible ways he watched her die the night before. It takes every ounce of strength Auggie has to smile at her instead of cringing in horror. He feels so incredibly lost on days like this; where even the sight of his parabatai can’t provide him comfort. Terrible days are when Auggie feels like he needs to do something stupid, something dangerous, anything to show the Clave just how little he deserves to be a nephilim. It is getting harder and harder for Auggie to fight these thoughts as the terrible days are beginning to come more often.

[andreawrayburn-blog]

Andrea appreciated the look of regret on Auggie’s face; he understood, and that’s all she could ask for. Some shadowhutners were fine with vampires, but And’s hate had been ingrained since she was ten, and she couldn’t foresee herself ever actually getting over that. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry. Though if any more decide to join us, I’m putting you on the redecorating committee in my place,” she tried to joke and reassure him. Though in all honesty when it came to tearing out the iron in the rooms of the Sanctuary, Andy really wouldn’t have any further part in it. She’d prefer they all suffer a little, but that wasn’t a very hospitable stance to take.  “Damn,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair, “it’s all fun and games until someone gets locked out or killed. But hey, guess we can have a good time anyway.” Andy didn’t drink or go out to the shadow world club very often, but it wasn’t so bad.

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Auggie laughed at her joke, and held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. “My hands are way too delicate to pull all that iron out of the Sanctuary! I think we should just let one of the new arrivals take over.” Auggie was glad for the change of tone in the conversation. He really hated seeing Andy upset; and in his experience nothing was better at upsetting her than vampires. 

Auggie smiled. He wasn’t biggest fan of clubbing but he was more than happy to spend an evening hanging out at the bar with his best friend. “We’ll definitely have fun! Although I refuse to let myself get dragged onto the dance floor this time. I was terrible!” The last time Auggie went to the shadow world club he’d been unceremoniously dragged onto the dance floor by an attractive man. Once on the floor he’d been too busy making puppy dog eyes at his captor to really pay attention to trying to dance well. It was likely a hilarious experience for everyone but him. 

[jacobbhatt-blog]

“Yeah, you couldn’t just tell?” Jake chuckled, his darker skin usually giving that away. “You’re not missing much- I mean, the food of course is much better but ya know, hot in the summer and stuff..” he continued, not particularly liking to talk about his childhood. It was a whole other lifetime. 

“They might have fish eyes, but that’s not all they’ll have.”

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“I didn’t want to assume. I’ve been told there’s an American saying about making an ass out of u and me when it comes to assumptions.” Auggie said trying his best to make his delivery of the joke deadpan. He mostly failed. 

Auggie cringed thinking about eating fish eyes. He’d done it once when he was a child, on a dare, and it was exactly as unpleasant as it sounds. “As long as I have a slightly less squishy option I’ll be happy!”

[heartofyellow]

“That’s fantastique!” Fabrice said with a wide smile and his cheeks glowing. He loved the idea of being able to see Auggie everyday, or at least as much as he could.

“Well, now that we have found the place, would you mind helping out with one of these?” he asked as he heaved one of the luggage bags toward the other boy, letting out a huff of air with the effort.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“Oh, of course!” Auggie stepped forward and grabbed the bag, setting it down inside the room. He looked around at the bare walls thinking about how unsuited they were for the frenchman. It seemed to need some vibrance, some art or something to really feel good enough for Fabrice. 

Auggie smiled and turned to face Fabrice. “We should head into town sometime and get you something to make this place feel like home! There’s a cool little shop that I found with really reasonably priced stuff.” 

[karissathevamp-blog]

“It’s… new.” She laughed. “An expeirence, to be certain, but I think I’m settling as well as can be expected.” He was so eager, so open, it was unusual in her expierence to find a downworlder who was so… chipper, even when discussing hunters.

Speaking of hunters, she couldn’t help the bristle that ran down her spine at the mention of the hunters. “And how do you plan to take care of the infestation problem?” She wasn’t scared, of course. She was a vampire, a rather old one at that; she could defeat something as simple as a human hunter. But… she was grateful to have strong walls keeping her from having too. Not because she was scared, though. Simply because she hated the mess of fighting and hunting… that was all.

[This is a gif of Karissa pretending to be totally casual while discussing hunters that do actually scare her… just don’t suggest that to her haha] 

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie ran a hand through his hair. “We’re going to try to convince them to stop or bring them to justice I guess. Just because they’re mundanes doesn’t make them above the law.” Auggie frowned thinking about bringing mundanes to justice. He always felt conflicted about keeping mundanes ignorant of the shadow world. On one hand ignorance kept them relatively safe; but on the other it caused instances like this. It was a complex issue, and one he didn’t think he had a real answer for. 

“Oh angel help me, I’ve totally brought the mood down haven’t I?” Auggie said earnestly. It dawned on him that maybe the downworlder girl in front of him was sick of hearing about the hunters. Auggie knew that at least for him thinking about the thing making him anxious only made it worse. He didn’t want to make anyone feel anxious! “Do you want to talk about something else? Like, how long have you been in the city?”

[heartofyellow]

Fabrice gave him a sweet smile at his French; though novice, it was still correct. With a gracious nod, the young Nephilim headed toward Auggie, jogging a little to catch up with him.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie paused at a stairwell near then end of the hall. “You’re right up these stairs I think!” He led the way up and onto the next floor and scanned the room numbers until he found the one listed on Fabrice’s paper. “This one should be yours!” He opened the door and walked inside. 

“You’re fairly close to my room. We’re practically neighbors now!” Auggie beamed, delighted that Fabrice was only a short jog up some stairs from him. This meant he’d likely see a lot of the attractive Frenchman. It was not a bad situation to be in. 

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

karissathevamp:

“So I’ve been told.” She laughed with him, thinking of her issues with control when she first turned. She may as well have been rabid back then too. But that was neither here nor there right now.

She clicked her teeth at him playfully. “Right in one. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Auggie Silverwright.” She offered a hand. “Karissa Cross.” He seemed friendlier than the one that had shown her into the institute, but she supposed the real test would come when he figured out she was a vampire. She considered the Nephilims on her level, but she knew there was bad blood between every species, and Andy had proven to her when they’d conversed on the way in. She didn’t mind Auggie as much, he was cute in a puppyish sort of way. She could use that.

“It’s nice to meet you Karissa! How’s the institute treating you so far? I know it’s probably inconvenient to live here but we’ll hopefully have this hunters thing sorted soon!” Auggie was honestly determined to stop the hunters. He hated the idea of innocent downworlders suffering, and he hated the idea of mundanes getting in over their heads with the shadow world. There was, after all, a reason the nephilim kept mundanes in the dark.

[heartofyellow]

“Oui!” A giggle from the French boy, “I mean, yes. You’re right, I’m glad at least someone around knows a touch of my native language.”

“This paper has my information and the like that they gave to me when I first arrived.” He said, as he handed the paper to Auggie and turned to collect his bags in his hands. “Thank you so much for helping me.” He said with a gracious smile, “Merci beaucoup.”(thank you very much) He added.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie quickly tried to remember his french lessons. “Je vous en prie!” (you’re welcome) He really hoped that was ‘you’re welcome’ and not some kind of awful insult. All Auggie needed was to have accidentally insulted the most attractive shadowhunter in the Institute! 

Auggie took the paper from Fabrice and looked it over. “Oh this will be easy! I know exactly where your room is! Follow me!” Auggie started down the hallway, gesturing for Fabrice to join him.

[andreawrayburn-blog]

“Auggie you think everyone is nice,” she noted, “but I’ll take your word for it.” She shook her head a little at herself, Auggie was a comforting reminder that she didn’t have to take things so seriously, and it was hard to do so when she was around him. “I went to meet some vampire early this morning, and I’ve just been showing people around since then.” She hissed out the word vampire, her eyes narrowing in dislike. “Too much socializing for one day- is it bed time yet?” she asked with exasperation.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“Fair point, Wrayburn.” Auggie said with a chuckle. He knew that he trusted too much; it was just something engrained in him. But luckily he had Andy to keep him grounded and out of situations where that trust could cause them trouble. Auggie was constantly grateful for Andy’s presence in his life. He made a mental note to get her some kind of thanks-for-being-awesome gift.

Auggie frowned and felt ten times worse for sleeping late. He knew why Andy hated vampires, and he felt terrible for making her spend an entire morning alone with one. “A vampire? That must’ve been terrible! I’m really sorry for making you do that alone!” Auggie frowned, “Unfortunately it looks like we have a full night’s work ahead of us. Some of the downworlders are out at that bar downtown and will need an escort back into the institute.”

[heartofyellow]

Fabrice let out a hearty giggle at Auggie’s reflection on his family’s names. “Ma mére et mon pére (my mother and father) are into the lineage sort of thing as well.” he explained, hardly noticing the slipping of French into his words. He could not help but notice the slight flinch of Auggie’s body, and had a feeling it was best not to pursue the subject much further.

“Well, I think it’s time to get these heavy bags unloaded somewhere, and I’ll be needed so time, and a little help if you can, in furnishing my new residence.” Fabrice hoped to steal as much time as he could with this new, most fascinating boy.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie thought Fabrice sounded lovely speaking french. He didn’t understand it at more than a novice level, but it definitely sounded nice. “Does that mean mother and father? I’m sorry I don’t speak french well.” Auggie gave himself a mental kick for not paying enough attention in his languages courses. 

“Of course! Do you have your room number?” Auggie picked up one of the bags and stood beside Fabrice. “I’ve got a few hours before my next assignment so I’d be happy to help you get settled in!” 

[jacobbhatt-blog]

“Ah, I see. I’m not american either, I grew up in India, but I’ve been here long enough to know my way around..” Jake smiled, though he wasn’t sure why the young boy had look so torn in that brief moment. 

“Some other time then..” he agreed, starting to walk to leave the kitchen. “It’s great if you don’t want to live on pizza. The menu is a bit.. eccentric.”

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“You’re from India? I’ve never been there!” Auggie knew a couple of Indian shadowhunters from the academy, but aside from a few conversations with them he didn’t know much about the country.

Auggie followed Jake out of the kitchen. “Eccentric? As long as it’s nothing like fish eyes I’m sure I’ll find something I like.”

[heartofyellow]

“Yes, I am looking for a room. And, I do agree, this place will take some getting used to.” Fabrice replied with a shy smile and nod of understanding. “I’m sure you would also find the Paris Institute hard to navigate your first time around.” Of course, for the native Frenchmen, it was no problem, and he had led many a tour through his childhood home.

“I am Fabrice Brodeur.” he said, taking the other’s hand to shake and silently hoping his hands were not as clammy as he might have imagined them to be. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that name. If it more common in America? Please, forgive me if I am wrong.”

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“You’re from the Paris Institute? I’ve always wanted to visit France!” Auggie had a list written in his journal of all the institutes he’d like to travel to with Andy, and the Paris Institute was one of his top ten. He regretted never seeing some of the beautiful institutes of Europe when he lived so close in Alicante.

Auggie ran a hand through his hair and laughed. “I’m actually not American so I’m not quite sure, but I can tell you I have yet to meet another Augustine anywhere. I was named for the first Silverwright shadowhunter. My father was fascinated by genealogy. We still have a massive family tree hanging in our Alicante home.” Auggie flinched thinking of his dead father, but tried to quickly recover. He smiled and said, “I guess it could’ve been worse. There are an alarming number of men in my family named Butch.”

[heartofyellow]

Fabrice looked up slowly, rubbing his temple and stealing a glance at the person speaking to him. He froze immediately and let his hand fall back down to his side. He stood and finally gave the newcomer a good once-over before smiling sheepishly and hastily remembering that he needed to answer the other’s question.

“Bonjour.” (Hello.) he said, face going red as soon as he realized he had not spoken English. “I’m so sorry, I mean ‘Hello’.” he apologized with a nervous chuckle and his right hand flew to rub the back of his neck. “And yes, I would love some help,” he said, “That is, if you wanted to help, I mean I could always do it myself, it would just takes some more thinking and probably getting lost a lot more, but I’d probably find where I need to be, eventually, I always do…” ‘Fabrice, you’re rambling again…’ he scolded himself internally; he had always had a tendency to ramble and fumble his speak when he was nervous, and this guy had practically reduced him to a hot mess upon sight.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

“I’d be happy to help!” Auggie said quickly. He was known for being a friendly shadowhunter but his eagerness to help was not quite so innocent this time. The man in front of him was really attractive and Auggie couldn’t resist trying to spend some time with him. Also he seemed flustered which was baffling because Auggie wasn’t someone who typically flustered anyone. He was the cute one, not the hot one. Or at least that’s what all of his friends told him back at the academy. Auggie blushed. Andy, his parabatai, is going to roll her eyes so hard at him when he tells her about this later.

“Based on your luggage, I assume you’re looking for your room?” Auggie motioned to the stranger’s bags. “This place is pretty big. I got lost a lot when I first got here.” Auggie thought about his first time in the Cincinnati Institute. If it weren’t for Andy he would’ve been hopeless navigating the building.

“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! I’m Auggie Silverwright.” Auggie reached out his hand for the stranger to shake. “It’s good to meet you!”

[heartofyellow]

@auggiesilverwright

“Zut!” (Darn!) Fabrice explained as he frequently kept looking from a piece of paper to the doors lining the halls. He had been trying to find his room for a while now, but had mostly just been getting turned around in the seemingly endless winding halls of this Institute, which he hoped he could familiarize himself with quickly. At this point, the newest arrival had no one to rely on and, quite frankly, did not even know how to even begin to make so much as a new friend.

He sighed in frustration and ran his fingers across the top of his head. He put his luggage down and sat on top of one of the bigger rolling bags. He just needed to take a moment to collect himself and take a deep breath before giving his search another shot.

[auggiesilverwright-blog]

Auggie was having a long day. He’d spent most of it bringing downworlders into the the institute from various parts of the city and was really ready for a nap. However, seeing as there was a rather frustrated looking man sitting on a suitcase in front of his door, it was beginning to look like that nap would have to wait. 

“Hi there! Do you need some help?” Auggie said with a friendly smile as he stepped towards the man. He noticed right away that the man was a nephilim, and based on the luggage, was probably the newest arrival to the Cincinnati Institute. 

[ghostofanidiot]