Huntress

Insanity is a disease of the mind. If you aren't careful. It can tear you apart from the inside out. And make you feel as though the entire world is against you. It is War that is to blame for insanity. Always. Whether it be with ones self or with another entity or entities. It is this that has lead me to believe that I am insane, even if only a little. Barely even 17 and I've lived through two wars. And a battle with myself that has lasted for almost a year. But it isn't just this. I watch as those around me, those I love are going insane, and I can't save them from their own insanity. How can I? I can't even save myself. {Indie Clary Fray RP blog. Mun is 19. Muse likes to think she's of age.}

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"Well, I’m glad you like it, because I wouldn’t have apologized if you hadn’t." He gave quirk of his lips. "These were the hard part." He grabbed the floating orb of light, inspecting it’s surface and feeling slight heat emit from it. It was rather brilliant they managed to work out a lot of the heating and magnetic properties. He’d gotten the idea based off the Witchlight Clary always seem to carry when they were on missions. 

He was so enveloped in his gadget that when he felt the sudden embrace the redhead gave him, he stiffened, thoughts reeling back to the present and blue hues locking on the top of fiery colored hair. 

"You’re welcome." He muttered out, unsure about what to do. One thing was for him to fluster her and play around with her emotions or simply be cocky, another was for her to catch him off guard. 

A silent sigh left his lips as he hugged her back with one of his arms, using the other to let go of the crystal orb that jutted back into the air, he looked at it and cleared his throat, “I’m bloody hungry, so can we get past the romance and onto the part where food is involved… unless your into good times with food.” Klysm smirked, back to his usual collected and cocky self. A glint of mischief in his eyes as he looked down at Clary. 

"By the way, what did you get at the store?" He pried, peering over at the bags, somewhat, curiously.

[his-guardixn-angel]

Looking at the lights as they floated around the room she couldn't help but think of her witchlight if it could fly. The thought brought on another smile, he'd been inspired by her, or more so her tools. Hadn't he? Well it was never a bad time to ask questions. "Well I'd assume so, how did you do it? What inspired such creativity?" She had to fight back a giggle when she realized that she'd caught him off guard with her hug, to be honest, she'd have thought he'd be prepared for anything, after all Clary never really was one for warnings. Though when he spoke again, her cheeks turned a vibrant red color, almost the color of her hair. She broke away from him, turning so that he couldn't see her face. "Okay, yeah whatever. Food it is." He had asked for pizza and she'd delivered. To be honest she was hoping for a subject change. And when she got it, it was onto a subject she'd have rather avoided. Last thing she wanted him to figure out was his Christmas present. "None of your business. I got art supplies. That's all you need to know. i don't have to explain myself to you."She stuck out her tongue and took the bags back to her art room.

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

The moment he heard footsteps coming closer to the door he got to his feet and turned on everything, settling down with the controller for his prototype, in hand. 

The door opened and he peered over the sofa, lazily yawning, “Well, you wanted to make me decorate your house, didn’t you?” he arched a brow, “So I did.” He shrugged, falling back onto the sofa and turning on his prototype and watching the crystalline lights come to life and hover in the dim lighting. 

"I guess I did get bored." He sighed, "I can always take it down if you don’t like it." He informed as he got to his feet and tapped one of the floating crystals, watching it skitter away. 

"But let’s be honest, you’re probably the only person in the city who has floating lights as Christmas decorations." he mused with a small smirk. 

Klysm saw her carrying handfuls and opted to help her with the pizza box, “How was shopping?” he inquired, out of having nothing else to say. Maybe he should have cared to take in Clary’s expression, but he found that he was satisfied with just having passed the time doing something. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

She looked around her eyes glancing around the house, at the lights that floated across the room, scattered like fireflies lighting the sky... And she was in awe. "I---"

Words Clary, find your words.

"I did, and I wasn't expecting to come home to this, it's amazing. I have floating lights."She took a deep breath, setting down the bags just inside the door and letting her finger hit one of the lights allowing it to skitter across the room.  She was in awe of what she saw, it was like her own personal Christmas wonderland. The tiny female threw her arms around the taller male in a split second decision, giving him a hug as his thank you, before she assess that it might not have been the best idea and words would've worked just as well. 

"I am pleased. Thank you."

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

Klysm lay on his back, arms stretched upwards as he read, but soon enough he found that he really was incapable of reading most books more than once. He had a tendency of remembering all of them so it got dull the further he read. 

With a sigh he got to his feet and tossed the book back onto the sofa. He ran a hand through his hair, pursing his lips as his blue orbs scanned the area. 

He thought of something he could do to pass the time, knowing if he left Clary would catch up. Hell, Klysm could go halfway across the world and be waking up to an angry red head peering down at him with a scowl. 

A part of him wondered if she worried for him or if she was only keeping tabs on him. Either way, both were very annoying reasons to keep an eye on him. 

The raven haired boy had been to the apartment numerous times before, he knew its layout like his own estates, but even then he found he was still curious as to where things were. 

For instance, where did she keep the pots and pans? the cutlery? fuck even the toilet paper? And it almost took him back to when Eve had first stayed over at the Hale Estate in Chelsea. She’d been a mess when he found her looking for bowls to put pancake mix in. A dull smile crossed his lips, Walter had had such a fit, because it wasn’t her job to cook. His parents had laughed at all three of them and they’d sat down to have Christmas breakfast two hours later after all pitching in to cook something. Albeit Klysm’s step father was a horrible cook and burned the biscuits… 

His smile faded as he shook his head. Memories were useless in the present. 

Klys remembered the shadowhunter had mentioned something about Christmas decor being in the closet and he made his way to it.

Klysm Daniels Hale was a prodigy at most things, mastering to play four instruments within the year that they were placed before him, able to pick up languages like he’d grown up speaking them and pretty much having a mind capable of retaining anything tossed at him. He managed a multimillion dollar company at the age of nineteen and now he couldn’t even get the branches of a bloody Christmas tree to stay in their proper place.

"This is why decorating is rubbish." he huffed under his breath as he lodged the AB branch into the AB slot on the plastic tree trunk with violent force it made a deep click. 

The room around him was engulfed in dull flashing lights, the hallways had red and gold decorations arrayed beautifully and the windows sparkled with what looked like dozens of sparkling stars. 

He’d been able to do all that without a hassle, he even toyed around and added a Hale Electronics prototype; tiny crystalline lights that floated in the air by a magnetic field established with chips placed in each corner of the room. They hovered awkwardly, but he found that it was like seeing numerous firefly’s on a summer night. 

With a sigh he placed the last branch on the tree and began to decorate it. 

He took a moment to ask himself why he was doing this, but knew he didn’t have time to answer. He wanted everything to be done before Clary got home. 

So the moment he was done he turned everything off and let himself plop down on the sofa heaving a sigh and waiting in darkness. 

Why had he done this? 

[his-guardixn-angel]

The parking lot at the art store was surprisingly packed with others who were probably buying art supplies for their artsy teenagers. She had a completely different reason to do this. She'd given herself a project and she had a deadline. She perused the aisles, lifting large canvas from their places on the shelf and putting them into one of the offered carts. Before moving on, colored pencils, copic markers, paint, a new set of brushes. She kept wandering through the aisles tossing what she wanted or thought she would need into the cart to be bought. She was thankful that she had a decent amount of money saved up for moments like this. She had finally managed to make it through that particular section of the craft store, a cart half full with supplies she probably didn't need but wanted. It was important to her that she had everything to make this particular project work. After all, Christmas gifts of this nature, were something that took time, and care, and if she didn't have the right supplies, she would have to waste more time going out. She looked down into the cart, suddenly wondering if she'd selected the right color blue for his eyes. She turned back, heading down the paint aisle again, comparing blues. To ensure she had the right one.  After she was certain--more so she'd just shoved all of the blues she was conflicted about into the basket--she'd headed to the check out, buying the damn near two hundred dollars in supplies.  Again she was thankful that she saved her money.  She loaded everything into the car and went to pick up dinner. Before heading back to the apartment, with more bags than she could possibly think to carry. She walked up to the door toting a pizza box in one arm, and her keys in hand, she slipped them in, unlocked the door, and was almost shocked at what she was met with. Decorations were everywhere, and she felt herself almost in awe. He'd done this by himself, after she'd left? English asshole. "Did you get bored?" She should've said a thank you, but she couldn't exactly manage to force one out. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

The male waved a hand from where he’d made an impromptu bed out of the sofa. He gave a nod, he was well aware Clary couldn’t see, “I shall, and just try not to let your anarchist thoughts overwhelm you on the way out. I’d hate to have to be the one to bail you out of Shadowhunter Jail.” He joked, but knew that The Clave wasn’t Clary’s favorite societal structure. Hell, he could almost see her waving posters and creating riots just so she could ‘stick it to the man.’, but unlike Governments in the Mundane world, The Clave had a set-up that was so archaic it would take a few more centuries to be able to even process the thought of true revolution.

His reverie was broken by Clary’s voice and he barely caught her question. Pausing for a moment, blue hues staring up at the ceiling, he pursed his lips in moderate thought, “I’m guessing the blood and souls of my enemies isn’t on the menu..” the dark haired male’s voice had a tinge of sadness, but he let out a hum, “How about pizza,” He tossed out an answer, “I don’t care for the toppings, you pick them.” He informed her, bringing the book he’d been reading to eye level. 

"Take care, darling, be back home safe." he tried sounding pleasantly sweet, but broke into laughter after the words slipped his lips, "Cheers!" he called out, his tone far more normal this time. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

Clary heaved a sigh, head turning back towards the living room of her small apartment. "Oh no, I wouldn't want to land myself in Shadowhunter Jail. It's the most terrible of place. 10/10 would not recommend."Granted she knew this because Jace had been there, sort of, he'd been in the holding cells of the institute, but Simon, Simon actually had been in Shadowhunter jail. They'd had to break him out. Which is how they discovered her brother and a shit ton of other mess that would've been better avoided. She let her lips form a smirk and shook her head, "Sorry but the Dark souls of your enemies are not and never will be a menu option. My deepest apologies." She could think of several enemies she'd just love to consume the souls of in the most demonic way possible. Cough cough the fucking clave cough. She couldn't manage to express enough disdain about that group of pompous assholes who thought they were holier than the fucking angel. "Pizza sounds great."She'd have suggested Christmas movies when she got home were he anyone else, but she'd kind of given up on trying to shove Christmas down his throat. "Yes, dear."She couldn't hide her own laugh as she slipped out the door leaving him to his book and his nap on her couch. By the angel, there was something so ridiculously domestic about the whole thing she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the fact that she'd noticed. If things hadn't been as they were, he would've been Jace, and her life would be practically perfect. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"You do that, love." Klysm let himself slouch deeper into the comfortable cushions of the sofa, closing his eyes once more, "I’m going to take a nap." He informed, crossing his arms as he heaved out his words in a deep lull. 

A quiet snort left the raven haired male’s lips and his lids fluttered as he rolled his eyes, despite them being closed, “Don’t go V for Vendetta on me, Clary.” He grinned, eyes slightly opening to peer over at the pale redhead, his blue hues showing faint amusement, “Be a good little soldier girl and mind your place.” Despite his teasing tone, his eyes shimmered with a defiance that couldn’t be hidden through the drapes of his lashes as he looked at her, “Besides, you’ll get me thinking I can go bombing The Clave.” he grinned, leaning forward a bit to grab the book being handed back to him. 

"I’m glad we could come to an amicable resolution." he smiled, but the corners of his lips fell a bit as he heard her comment on the fact that she’d still be getting him a present, "Do what you will." he finalized, leaning back into his seat once more and closing his eyes, giving a clear sign he had no interest in continuing the conversation. 

He honest didn’t understand why she bothered with such trivialities. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

She nodded, slightly. "Alright, enjoy your nap on my couch." She stood up from the floor and moved back towards the kitchen table, looking down at the sketchbook that was in front of where she'd sat minutes ago. She snapped the book to a close and moved to take it back to her room, and grabbed her jacket.  "I won't go absolutely batshit crazy. But honestly, I think the Clave is over due for some metaphorical bombs. Maybe it'll help them get their heads out of their asses."Okay, so aside from her major dislike for the Clave, that she still harbored even years after Jace was murdered.  "I'm leaving now."She said grabbing her keys. "Anything in specific you want for dinner before I go?"She turned back half in and out the door. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"I’m pretty sure he forgot about me for a few years." he shrugged, "I don’t blame him though. But I don’t care for him either. So kindly tell him to piss off." He feigned a sweet smile. 

Klys closed his eyes, hearing her swift movement as he felt the book slip from his grasp, head still resting on his chin he gave a small yawn, “You should join a circus.” he mused, opening his eyes once more, and staring down at her, “Just make sure to work on the landing.” he teased her, corners of his arching upwards. 

"You do realize that we aren’t on a hunt right now, right?" He arched a brow, "Therefor I can leave to go tend to other business without needing your supervision. Which means, I can just teleport elsewhere and buy that book again." A yawn slipped his lips.

"I’m really not getting enough credit for sticking around here and watching you twirl about the air spreading Christmas cheer."

[his-guardixn-angel]

"I will tell the jolly fat man just that."She nodded, from her place on the floor, holding the book back to her chest.  "I've got to run to the store here in a bit. I need some new art supplies." "Joining the circus could be fun, but in a sense. I'm already a part of a circus. A crappy circus with crappy laws and crappy sense of morals known as the Clave."She tilted her head back to look up at him from the floor.  She held the book out towards him, not in defeat but as though she'd intended to give it back all along. "I suppose another year in the closet won't kill the decor."She gave in, it was almost as if she couldn't help it. 

"Okay. So no more talk of Christmas, no Christmas specials or decorating. I'm still getting you a present though. I just haven't decided on what yet. That's the one thing you aren't getting out of."

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"That’s rather pathetic, considering I haven’t made a Christmas wish list since I was seven." He propped his arm on the arm rest and let his chin fall onto his palm, he peered at Clary and shook his head, "The things I want are things I can’t have, so there’s no need in trying to kid myself into asking for things I don’t need." He muttered, "Tell the fat sod, he can keep his trinkets and leave me alone." his eyes held a tinge of amusement as he spoke, but he was being honest. 

A laugh welled up inside him and erupted through his lips, “I’m quite sure there was no mention of a redhead kicking English butt clause, I remember there being a Proper Law Clause but no Redhead Clause.” He gave a casual shrug, “Sorry love, you’re out of luck.” He mused. 

"Or should I iterate the contract I was forced to sign?" He arched a brow. He had a good memory, and he’d had more than enough time while being held prisoner, under suspicion of being an Underworlder, that there was no way he wouldn’t commit the contract to memory.

"I may not be a Shadowhunter, but I’m a Harvard attendee and know full well that laws anywhere and contracts are bound by the same code." he grinned. "I’m head of a multimillion dollar company, if you think you can put law and business over my head to do your bidding, your sadly mistaken." he sent her another wink, "besides, I have reading to do." He raised the book that had come to rest on his lap.

[his-guardixn-angel]

"Well forgive him, he doesn't forget about anyone." And at this point she was starting to come up with a good idea for a gift. Her mind putting the pieces together, granted she'd have to go out and buy it, but she was sure he'd like it. Even if he didn't want to admit it.  She was clearly joking when she'd made the comment about the redhead ass kicking clause. "I am never out of luck, I will get what I want, eventually, even if I have to----"

The red head lept over the loveseat, in a bound, thankful for the runes that allowed the motions fluidity. Attempting to steal his book, which she was sure he'd likely lift out of her way before she had the chance to latch on to it, to her surprise when she gripped the pages, and fell to the floor clutching it, she laughed. That had hurt, just a smidge. "----steal your book."

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"I suppose so." he gave another shrug, not at all intent on moving, "Here I thought I’d be getting coal. Santa must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel." If his eyes had been open, Klysm would have rolled them. Instead he waved a hand, dismissing the topic. 

He gave a low chuckle, lips quirking, “It bothers you when I’m right.” he opened his eyes and looked for the pair green gems he’d been staring at moments ago, when he found them he sent her a wink. 

"Sorry, love, that’s not under our terms and conditions. I can’t be made to be your interior designer." he gave a yawn before closing his eyes once more. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

"Really, the old man is running out of ideas for you."She let out another laugh, the kind where her eyes closed and her cheeks stretched, to an almost painful position. Her face would've looked adorably scrunched if he'd have looked at her, with her stature, it made her look almost childlike.

"Naturally. You're frustrating when you're right."Her own lips stayed quirked after her smile faded, and she rolled her green hues when he winked at her, dismissing the gesture as if she hadn't even seen it. 

"I actually have a reason to decorate my apartment. We're decorating. It's in the terms and conditions right under the The redhead can kick my english ass clause. You should really read your paper work."This time it was her turn to wink.

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

"Oh, damn…" He sulked, giving the slightest pout, before his features returned back to looking passive and borderline bored, eyes scanning the inked words of the book’s pages. "What will I ever do with myself if I can’t have world peace?" He continued in a slightly sarcastic, but monotone, voice. 

A quiet snicker left the male’s lips as he heard her comment, “I’m English, we make things hard for everyone.” He retorted, closing the book and letting his head rest on the cushioned top of the sofa he was seated on. “You find it endearing.” he surmised, eyes still fixed on her before they shut slowly. 

"Besides, if I told you what I wanted, it’d be like cheating. The surprise would be lost." He sighed giving a shrug. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

"I suppose you'll just have to deal with it."She laughed, watching the expression on his face change and then shift back to his normal almost indifference. Before continuing with his usual sarcastic monotone. "I might just have to stuff your stocking with crappy weapons and candy." "Yeah Yeah Yeah, Don't let it go to your head, you english asshole."She crossed her arms in mock frustration. She did find it slightly endearing, in the way that only she could truly tolerate him, out of all of her friends. She shook her head, and again turned her attention back to her work that was resting on the table. 

"Oh bite me, you're helping me decorate. This place needs a little brightening up for the holidays." And she had boxes of stuff hiding in the hallway closet. That she couldn't reach, hell the last time any of it had actually been touched was when her mother put it up there in the first place. By the Angel that seemed like an eternity ago. A couple years at least. 

Come to think of it, she hadn't actually had anyone to celebrate with at home in a while. Probably why she hadn't decorated. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

[klysmhale]

The European sent a glance over towards the redhead, her question having caught him off guard. it wasn’t often he got asked this sort of question. In fact, the last time he’d even been bothered with the holidays was when he was still a child, back in Chelsea. 

Returning his gaze to the book he’d been reading, he let out a sigh and turned the page, “World peace.” He answered, not up for having the topic of gifts being tossed around. 

If he were to be franc, he didn’t celebrate holidays, nor did he particularly like them. He thought them a waste of time, money and effort. Needless to say he found celebrating anything to be trivial. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

She looked at him from her position at her kitchen table and she heaved a sigh at him. Granted there was a lot she found particularly sigh worthy these days, since she lost Jace. But nothing more so than her knew partners, cool antisocial demeanor. She turned her attention back to her sketch book. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't think I can create world peace, if that was possible a lot of our problems would be solved, and it would make life far too easy."She almost laughed, okay, she did laugh. World peace, why hadn't she expected that. Or something equally frustrating. "You make it hard to be nice. You know that right?' Boy did he ever. She was back to her own thoughts, trying to come up with something worthy, that she could actually afford. Her mind assessed all of the available possibilities, a smirk coming to her lips. She hoped he knew she was going to decorate the small apartment, she'd actually planned on doing it that day. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

A Present For The Moody Business Man Who Has Everything||Klary

klysmhale

Clary was particularly exasperated, the holidays were coming up,  and while she'd found gifts for every one on her list, she was still at a loss for what to get her new sort of partner, I mean, what did you get a powerful business man who practically had the world in his hands?                   Honestly the dilemma shouldn't have troubled her as much as it did.                   But he was just as much a part of her life, as everyone else was.                    Might as well treat him like it, even though they spent most of their                   time together at each others throats, or more so it was her, telling him                    to mind himself because he had a really bad habit of she was certain                   it was unintentially goofing off. Seeing him in a weapons room was like                   leaving a kid alone in a candy shop. "What do you want for Christmas?" There simple and easy way to get  an answer, if he was feeling particularly forth coming.

[klysmhale]

Well I kinda have to do it… RPing became more of an annoyance than a hobby. And as it is I’ve got my plate full with Uni and trying to apply to go out of the country for a semester etc… I kinda lack musing and motivation to write… sorry… 

I’m sorry I’ve made you worry! I totally didn’t mean to do that. I kinda cut everyone off this year, and I’ve been trying to work on that  (Kinda failing though)  but once I do leave again (sorry…. I just really wanna focus on my studies) I’ll make sure to keep in touch this time! 

Promise! 

[his-guardixn-angel]

Okay.  Please. Please do keep in touch, seriously. I miss you a lot when your gone, cause you're like the sister I never had, and disappearances never do the mental state good. So even if you don't RP anymore that's cool.  Glad to hear that your focusing on your studies though, I was so focused on Rp when I should've been studying that I actually dropped out of college because of it. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

I think the only reason I actually keep this blog is for klysmhale cause she dah bae. I mean seriously. I come over here and like no one ever wants to do anything, and my old partners don’t even talk to me anymmore. Sooooo… I think I’m just going to put this blog on hiatus until the bae comes back.  I’ll be over on exrthisms or chosenbymagic if ya’ll want me.

[klysmhale]

*Insert the jingling of bells* the bae is back! Well… for like two days ‘cause Holidays… 

Wow… this feels so effing weird man… how long have I been gone? It doesn’t matter, because I’m back and I’m honored that you’ve kept your blog for Klys and I. 

[his-guardixn-angel]

Don't run away from me anymore cause BAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Forreals though. I missed you so damn much. Seriously, don't do that anymore please.....  The disappearing makes me worry too much. *huggles*

[his-guardixn-angel]

I think the only reason I actually keep this blog is for klysmhale cause she dah bae. I mean seriously. I come over here and like no one ever wants to do anything, and my old partners don't even talk to me anymmore. Sooooo... I think I'm just going to put this blog on hiatus until the bae comes back.  I'll be over on exrthisms or chosenbymagic if ya'll want me.

[angelifilii]

Open- Finnick

"Do you want a sugar cube? It’s the last one I’ve got left."

[his-guardixn-angel]

"I suppose a sugar cube wouldn't be so bad. Sounds delicious."

[his-guardixn-angel]

Soooooooooo! I'm back. From yet another month long hiatus. To find that probably nobody wants to RP with me still. Sorry. But it's okay cause Imma find a way to make this work for me. I have seven different accounts each with several sideblogs. So please bear with me and my long absences. 

By the way, Clary missed all of ya'll. Soooooooooooooo COME AT ME BROS!

[jacewaylandlightwoodherondale-d]

"Sometimes you know me better than I know myself."

[his-guardixn-angel]

She nodded, "Someone has too. I take pride in knowing that that someone is me."