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troy blackthorne shadowhunter • • • • • • • • •

[lucifer-chloe]

[blxckthornes]

so... anyone want to angst it up with this clueless nugget ??

[blxckthornes]

that was literally the only reply i owed on troy (as far as i’m aware due to my activity flatlining) so i’m in dire need of some more stuff on this confused muffin as his only other major plot was dropped - basically, if you would like to plot with troy jonas blackthorne like this and i’ll jump into your ims so we can get some stuff going :)

[blxckthornes]

whiitmore:

       “  i’m       ”  maybe she shouldn’t have continued. maybe it’d be better if she just ran away     but she couldn’t. it was him, it was HIM. somehow, he was here, standing right in front of her ( just like in her dreams ) and juliet didn’t know what to do for the first time in her life. she couldn’t even think for the first time. did she want to hug him ? did she want to start running & forget that this happened ? did she want to cry and ask him why he never came back for his sister ? why did everyone think that he was dead ?  “  i’m juliet. juliet ariel whitmore.  ”

      troy freezes. is this -- no, it can’t -- is it? the name sends a pulse through his body, leaving his gut twisted and tight, the blood slowly fading from his cheeks. he knows what he left behind and he knew that, somewhere out there, that his family were living and getting on with their life and a part of him had eventually come to terms with that. whether it was a natural occurrence or the influence of the clave on his young impressionable mind will never be known, but what is known is that name - juliet ariel whitmore - metaphorically brings the confused male to his knees. “--- my sister.”

[potionbydjo]

[dailygrantgustin]

[blxckthornes]

whiitmore:

      “  troy jonas whitmore.  ”  juliet whispers, feeling the need to correct the name. this couldn’t be just a coincidence, she remembered his face. it’s true that he changed a lot, but it still resembled the boy from the photographs in her room. ( the photographs she hugged while crying herself to sleep, the photographs that gave her support ) and juliet was horrified by that      she was horrified by the fact that he was too real, too solid, that this had the potential to destroy everything she believed in all those years.  “  your last name       it’s whitmore, isn’t it ?  ”

      that name -- no, it can’t be. troy hasn’t gone by that name since he chose to become a shadowhunter after the fall of his parents. when he left, they christened him with a new name - they said it would help him acclimatise and forge a life of his own, to make a name for himself that isn’t tainted by the actions of those who birthed him and, at the time, the concept of that was beyond anything the little boy could imagine. him? make a name for himself? to become one of the greatest shadowhunters the chicago institute has ever known? no one could turn that opportunity away, but now? her standing in front of him - this girl that he doesn’t know - correcting him on his own name? troy is confused. beyond confused. “how do you know that name? don’t make me ask again. who are you and what do you want?”

[blxckthornes]

skyeherondale:

      skye blew the hair out of her face after grabbing her stele, focusing her gaze on the other shadowhunter’s arm. the tip of the stele touched his silky skin in order to draw the rune         however, that was not what caused skye to pause for a moment. it was the sudden feeling of déjà vu as soon as her fingers accidentally brushed against his skin       like she did this before. of course she drew an iratze before    but for him ? not really, today was the first time she was seeing the boy, after all.  “  so, troy      sorry if i was being hard on you. i’m not having the best day.  ”  she began while drawing the rune, in order to avoid her thoughts.  “  by the way, how long have you been in los angeles ? i don’t remember having someone named troy around the institute when i was a kid.  ”

      troy exhales slowly as the stele connects with his skin, the rune in question reappearing as she draws the lines. the slight touch of her fingers sends electricity through his body and he catches himself staring at the hand that’s healing him. first juliet and now this? he can’t help but feel so confused -- nothing is making sense, yet... everything is making sense? his mind is a minefield and not even he can understand it; there’s too much processing and rendering that not even he can keep up. “you should never apologise for training,” he slowly replies, his snapping back to the present. he was taught to train hard; to train with little room for error or reason to apologise. he doesn’t see why she should have to apologise when he never has. then again, wilshire seems to have it’s fill of... unique beings. “a couple of months? i was assigned here for the bond thing,” he says. it’s not the full truth but it’s enough of it for him to possibly get away with. “i’m from the chicago institute. -- where are you from? i uh... don’t remember you, either.”

[blxckthornes]

alex: *says something*

troy: *confused*

tessa: *says something*

troy: *confused*

skye: *says something*

troy: *confused*

juliet: *says something*

troy: *confused*

[blxckthornes]

sxrenssong:

Kat tried not to laugh at the idea, sure she took care of herself, tried to exercise if for no other reason than to keep her mind calm, but she was no stranger to the vices of the mundane world either. ”Well sometimes part of taking care of yourself is allowing yourself to have some fun.” She countered the argument some, but wouldn’t push him to drink if he didn’t want to, “Would you like me to mix you something non-alcoholic? I can’t promise it will be as good as that, but I’m not terrible.”

      “people keep telling me that,” troy answers absently. at least, in wilshire they do. he was perfectly fine going about his day to day business before he moved, no one bothered him when he spent his time training or reading to boost his knowledge, but here? it’s all have some fun, troy. “non-alcoholic sounds good, thank you,” he offers the woman a tight lipped smile. “to be honest, i don’t think i’d notice the difference between what’s a good drink and a bad drink so you don’t have to worry.”

[blxckthornes]

whiitmore:

       impossible. that’s what echoed in juliet’s mind as the boy finally gave his name        impossible, impossible, impossible. it wasn’t him      she knew it. her brother was dead.  “  juliet,  ”  she managed to say, voice breaking. “  what’s your real name ?  ”  maybe it was just a coincidence that he looked exactly like the brother she thought was dead for years. the brother that she tried to honor all her life      all. her. life. she dedicated everything to him, thinking somewhere in heaven, he was watching her and feeling proud of her. it can’t be just a lie.

      the name twists his insides as he remembers his younger sister who, incidentally shares that name. though troy is logical enough to know that coincidences happen and he is bound to run into someone that has her name at one point or another. he had just hoped he wouldn’t have to. “that is my real name,” troy’s jaw sets as his fingers rest over his concealed weapon. why is she so determined to know his name? “troy jonas blackthorne. why are you asking me this?” he takes a step closer so that he can try and see her more clearly. “what do you want from me?”

[scottymccall]

[whiitmore-blog]

@blxckthornes

[justgrantgustin]

[blxckthornes]

whiitmore:

CLOSED STARTER for @blxckthornes   !

      she didn’t know why she was following the guy      honestly, that sounded creepy. but after seeing him on the streets and noticing how familiar he looked with somebody she used to know, she just had to.  “  excuse me !  ”  juliet finally called in order to stop the man       she wasn’t going to keep playing this game, honestly. she had to know.  “ who are you ?  ”

      troy is half way along the pavement when he senses that someone is following. automatically, his hand gravitates towards his concealed weapon. then, when addressed, he turns and faces her, hand still hidden underneath his dark jacket. at first, he doesn’t recognise her. “what?” he slowly replies after being thrown off by her question. he knows he shouldn’t give his name to a stranger, but he can’t stop himself. “--- troy. who are you?”

[blxckthornes]

skyeherondale:

         skye nodded her head at the compliment as a silent thank you.  “  well     you weren’t bad, either,  ”  she replied jokingly. the brunette had to admit that she was obviously not the best shadowhunter, but still, she wasn’t expecting them to be even      that left her impressed by the boy.  “  skye,  ”  she said in response, a slight smile forming on her scarlet lips.  “  skye herondale.      do you need me to draw an iratze on that ?  ”   

      “thank you,” troy murmurs as he flicks the cap off his water bottle. he then swallows down a few gulps before replacing the cap once more. he feels like he should be more positive than his half asses reply displayed but the lack of breath in his lungs fail to motivate such a response. “--- skye,” he repeats the name, nodding a little. it’s noted that she doesn’t reference what the hell it is that everyone keeps throwing him and he honestly appreciates it. “uhm... sure,” he hesitates before taking a step closer. he was told to make more of an effort to intergrate with the wilshire shadowhunters and this was a start, right? at least, he hopes it is. staying outwith his comfort zone is definitely proving to be difficult.

[blxckthornes]

samrosewain:

      it wasn’t only the fact that he suddenly paled a little that caused sam to understand troy’s stress       it was the bond. she could feel his emotions      something she still couldn’t get used to.  “  hey      no worries,  ”  she said with a slight, soothing smile even if she was underestimating the situation. and, maybe lying a little, too.  “  it was in the past. so, like..      words don’t make me feel bad, if you get what i mean.  ”  with the slight warning  (  or maybe she just took his words as one.  )  from the boy, sam nodded her head      she could understand that. that was exactly how she felt with her full name, samantha and her middle name, hope.  “  gotcha, troy. not going to call you that, then.  ”  she nodded her head with a smile, leaning back on the chair she was sitting. “  well      if you ever need to vent.. ? i’m right here. we’re partners, after all. we’re supposed to be there for eachother, remember ?  ”

      troy nods but he finds himself over thinking it anyway. it’s one of the downsides of how his brain works. once a thought or an idea enters it’s taken in with vice grip and he has no other option but to play host. it’s why he prefers the physical aspect of being a shadowhunter over the logical side; the physical requires little to no thinking and it comes naturally to him. “i guess... yeah,” he nods slowly. “but kind of no,” he finds himself saying. “i think we like to say the past doesn’t affect us, but it does. it is us.” he doesn’t mean to be so philosophical or deep, he just feels like the past is not something someone can run from and it’ll always be there no matter what. “yeah... troy,” he nods, confirming her words. he’s never been one for nicknames so they’re not something he’s inclined to accept, but since leaving his family? he’s never been able to stomach anything less than his official name. “i -- thank you, sam, but i don’t think i know what i would vent about. nothing i can say will change it or alter the path so why try?” he reaches up and runs a hand through his hair. “i’m not really used to this...”

[justgrantgustin]