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marbresauvage:

“– If I may enquire, why do you think that this is?”

“You may not inquire,” Diego said plainly. He didn’t want to tell this man his whole life story. “But, I will say that my living arrangements were much better back home.”

#enjolras #gif won't load :c

w-herondale:

Will laughed as he sat back and got comfortable. “Faeries are what most humans imagine them to be. There are many types of them that’s why we call them Seelies.” He explained as he took a well needed sip of his coffee now that it was cool before setting it down again to smile sweetly at Dio. “Oh Dio, I guess we both are mad, which is what makes us exceptional roommates.” He mused as he carefully examined the blonde across from him. “Thank you, for being my room mate.”

“I see.” Diego nodded. He wondered if seelies were in this dimension as well. “Why are you thanking me?” He raised a brow, curious. “I do not think that’s something worth thanking me over, though I suppose I’ll willingly accept the praise.” He shrugged and smirked, taking a sip of his coffee.

#will #gif wont load :c

silver-bowed-huntress:

“And it’s still none of your business.” She muttered, her hand ghosting over the wound. Nothing but a scar now, and one she knew would never go away, mentally or physically. “Are you satisfied now?”

He shrugged his shoulders; it wasn’t like he cared too much. “I suppose, though you’ve left me with more questions than answers.”

#allison #apparently no gif?#wont load

reyesshuffledbackin:

Erica rolled her eyes. She was done with this. Some of the fire left her, the thrum under her skin quieting to a dull roar. She just wanted to get home and walk Selina not deal with a lizard warrior wannabe. She wiggled one hand, reptile blood now dry and flaking off her now human finger tips. “Evidence points to the contrary.” she told him her voice dull. “You continue to have a pissy day.” she said in way of a dismissal.

“Hmph. If you think that you’ve won, then you’re sorely mistaken.” Diego waved her off with dismissive flick of his wrist. “You as well,” he said, his words sounding as if laced in acid.

#erica #end?

w-herondale:

William blinked a few times and let out a small laugh. He honestly hadn’t noticed that he had been repetitively using the shadowhunter’s terminology, it was common to him like using the word ‘the’. “Oh. Well, no. It’s not derogatory at all. A mundane, in layman’s terms means common or normal. We use that word in reference to the human kind simply because they do not contain no traces of angelic nor demonic blood. As for the Downworld, that’s an umbrella term for vampires, warlocks, werewolves, and Seelies.” He responded as he sat perfectly straight back against his booth bench. “Before you can ask, a Seelie is a faerie, naiad, elf.. Fae folk like that.” He added before smirking wildly. “Do I sound barmy yet?”

He nodded at the explanation. At least his tales were partially making sense, though he may have had trouble believing in a fairy unless he saw one. “You’ve sounded rather crazy this entire time, though, from your perspective, I imagine I have too.” Diego shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his coffee.

#will

queencfgothamcity:

She didn’t push the name thing, mostly shrugging it off. “Well thank ya, Mistah. I owe ya one.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Harley,” he said calmly.

#harley

marbresauvage:

“– Non? You do not like this town, monsieur?”

“I’d certainly rather be elsewhere.” His mansion back home with his stables definitely sounded better than the apartment he was staying in.

#enjolras

silver-bowed-huntress:

“That’s none of your business, but fine. Death isn’t always avoidable. When a demon stabs you through the chest and time fucking feels like it’s stopping because that person can’t feel anything any more and you know that that’s it? Then no. It isn’t avoidable.” Her chest was tight, trying to hold everything inside. Flashbacks coming to her of that day, of Scott’s face as she slipped away, of how he tried and tried to believe she’d be fine… She swallowed hard, squaring her shoulders back.

At her explanation, he raised his brow once again. She had been stabbed by a demon? He wasn’t sure whether or not he believed that, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “You sound as if you’re speaking from experience.”

#allison #dont worry allison #he's supposed to be dead too #he just denies it #tw: death

#ooc

queencfgothamcity:

Her lips twisted up into a smile and the blonde offered her hand. “Harley Quinn,”She said quickly, pulling her hand back. “Can ya point me in th’ direction of the closest place ta get a drink in this place?”

Diego observed the woman’s hand before glancing at her. He slowly took it and gave a firm shake, though he had no intention of introducing himself. “There’s a bar just down the road and to the left,” Dio said firmly.

#harley

w-herondale:

Will shrugged as the question was turned around on him. He glanced about the café and took in the sights and sounds. “Very different from this one, mainly because, I believe, that time has changed.” He remarked as he stirred his coffee absent mindedly. “There aren’t any cars, television, telephones nor actual electricity. We were learning though. We normally kept to ourselves and I have ran into present day Nephilim that only lead me to believe I’m simply from the wrong time. However, the world I’m from is much different that what a mundane would have believed. Take a globe for example. We have cities not pictured on a globe simply because no one but the Nephilim and the Downworld know of them.” He attempted to explain as his fingers wrapped around the coffee once again, bringing the warm beverage to his lips to take another small sip.

“You’ve said mundane a few times. What do you mean by that? Is it some sort of derogatory term for non-nephilim?” Diego raised a brow, intent on soaking up the information he needed to from his companion. “I don’t know what ‘the Downworld’ is, either.” He said calmly as a request of information.

#will

w-herondale:

The Nephilim listened as the jockey spoke, nodding occasionally to prove he was listening, all the while sipping tenderly at his coffee. Enjoying the warmth it brought to his fingertips. “That really sucks, I’m sorry.” He commented. It must have truly sucked to have been so close to achieving something to only end up here. He’d know. He was on a mission when he ended up here. He wasn’t too sure on the Stand thing still but at least he understood what the Steel Ball Run is, was. It was still foreign to him but he had wanted to know his new friend. Especially if he were to be rooming with him.

Diego shrugged, though he almost wished he felt that nonchalant about it. Inside, he was furious for having it taken away from him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it; not right now, anyways. “So long as I can find a way to occupy my time while I’m here, I should be... fine.” The jockey sipped at his coffee once again. “What of you, Will. Explain a bit about your dimension.”

#will #i missed you too bby

silver-bowed-huntress:

Allison’s expression fell slightly, and a bitter taste filled her mouth. Under the table her hand curled slightly into a fist, her nails digging into her palm. “Excuse my language, but that’s bullshit.” She said, her tone a little firmer than before.

Diego raised a brow at the sudden shift in her tone. Judging by her reaction, she had probably experienced the death of someone before, though that wasn’t necessarily uncommon. “Oh? Please, feel free to explain.”

#allison #that's ok #he's good at that

w-herondale:

Will gave Dio a nod as he weaved through the small cafè towards a table in the corner, tucked nice and away from everyone. He didn’t exactly specify for the other Brit to follow him, he merely assumed it would. Taking a seat he stirred his coffee a bit. The smell of it hitting his senses, waking him up from the fog he had been walking in. “Bloody hell I missed coffee.” With a soft smile, he took a well needed sip of the coffee, gently setting it down as he waited for it to cool down a bit. “You’re quite welcome.” He replied as he leaned forward to rub his eyes a bit. “So what’s this Steel Ball Run you keep talking about and how many people have a.. What did you call it… A stand?”

Dio followed behind him silently, only speaking once they had taken their seat at the secluded table. “As have I.” The young man sniffed at his cup once again. The aroma of the beverage was probably his favorite thing about it; and, with enhanced senses, it made it even better. “A stand, yes. It’s a hard thing to explain when you haven’t experienced it first hand.” He shrugged his shoulders. “However, the Steel Ball Run is a prestigious race across the United States done on horseback, though, for whatever reason, there were a few who chose different methods of travel. I was nearing the last stage of the race when I.. arrived.. here.”

#will #sorry this took forever #been on hiatus #also sorry for the lack of a gif #it wasn't loading

silver-bowed-huntress:

“Careful, I’ve seen people get killed for wanting to do the same.” Like, herself, but she didn’t say that, instead just smiled at him, innocently.