Herondales. No other family does so much for love.

Kit Herondale. 17. Kleptomaniac. Shadowhunter for the D.C. Institute. | Written by Fox |

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The reverie of Church possibly being the same cat seeped in slowly the more Kit had heard of the other's feline and now he really needed to know how this man knew of Jem. Not that he was protective of the ageless Carstairs or anything, but curiosity nipped at the back of his mind. His face pinched as he studied the other man. 'Bonded'. If this were the first day Kit was in Washington, he would have been adamant that his Voyance ruin was at fault here and his gaze warily accosted it for a few seconds. However this was not the case. He had already run into time traveling Shadowhunters already. A witty little smirk pulled up at his features at Will’s introduction, his arms furling across his chest in amusement. Where to start? He thought, as he stifled a snicker. “Ah, so you’re the idiot who scribbled in all those first editions at the London Institute!” He mused cheerily. Hero extraordinaire, well he couldn’t refute that. Arthur had advised him that he could be a coward like Tobias and Stephen or great like Will and Jace. The smirk remained, proving he meant no real malice, just unwanted sarcasm. “Kit Herondale.” He introduced curtly. “From Tobias’ side..”

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Kit had to admit, he had never run into anyone quite like her before. He had wanted to hike a brow and probe into how she was emitting the small bout of gold, but wasn't sure how to go about asking correctly at the moment. It was too early in the morning. "I probably do." He confessed with a soft and tired laugh. "I'm not really use to being up this early." The Shadowhunter confesses with a small shrug, “Not that it’s particularly early.”

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With a soft groan, Kit had milled the streets of the Capitol. It was too early to be up, it was way too early to be up- or at least in his opinion. His sore and tired eyes studied the few other citizens who are up this early and instantly feels nostalgic for the days of sleeping in. But then again, he rarely got to do that anyway. The blonde Shadowhunter brings his thumb and index finger up to rub his eyes, a step away from yawning when he felt himself collide into something or someone else. "I'm am so sorry.." He mumbled and lowered his hand. "I should have been watching where I was going.. are you alright?"

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The analogy had provoked a small smirk from the Shadowhunter as he shook his head a bit, creating a cascade of wavy blonde locks to fall into his eyes. "No, no they are not." He remarked with a slight laugh, his arms furling across his chest. His head wags in a negativity as he clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Yep." He replied as his head tilts to examine the other a bit more, instantly picking up on the vampire vibes that he had been putting off. "Dude, I'M not even supposed to be here. Los Angeles and D.C. don't even hate fuck." He joked and let his arms fall to his sides. "Besides, you don't seem that weird. Just a vamp."

[illsfates]

with a slight grimace, will shook his head in disgust. “the music of today is something i don’t believe i will ever get used to. not to sound unhip, i believe that is what they say, but the sound of a violin could beat just about any other artist of today in my opinion. while i’m gloating, a good friend of mine actually played it better than anyone i have ever heard. – though, don’t ever let jem carstairs know i said that.” will stated, unable to hide his own amusement as he spoke to the stranger. “there isn’t enough room for both our egos to grow that large.” @lcst-hercndale

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Distilled twilight hues glazed over, he swore this was the fourth time in an hour he had heard this song before so when someone spoke up beside him, his attention eagerly turned in the noirette's direction. A brow hiked and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Unhip." He parroted with utter amusement splayed across his overtly Herondale features. Kit let the other man talk, mesmerized by the sound of his accent. It had reminded him of being at the London Institute, for the short while that he was there. It had reminded him of another Shadowhunter that was here in Washington. "Really? I find that violins usually sound like a dying cat, or Church in general.." He mused to himself- mentally thwacking himself upside the head, how would the stranger know about Church, let alone that it was a cat. However, the stranger had then mentioned an oh to familiar name. "Jem, you know Jem?" He asked, a brow immediately hiking.

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//Hello guys! Did you miss me as much as I’ve missed all of you? I’m sorry that I’ve been away for quite some time, but it was for my health. I am so thrilled to be back; to talk to my friends old ones and the wonderful new ones that I may meet. 

STARTER CALL FOR:

KIT HERONDALE (The Dark Artifices) | CECILY HERONDALE (The Infernal Devices) | JASPER JORDAN (The 100)

//I will gladly make the starter and I would love to interact with all the lovely new faces. Please comment belong or simply shoot an ask request ♡

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“God damnit!” The vampire grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head, looking around. “Where the hell am I now?” Benny asked to no one, though as he took a better look it would seem that he was once again on the earthly plain. “This shit is getting old..” He murmured as he looked over to the closest person. “You. Gotta map? Better yet, a phone?” If he was going to stuck being alive once again, he needed the supernatural down low from someone; hopefully at least one of the Winchester boys was alive and kickin.

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It was just another day in Washington D.C. as far as Kit saw it. The Shadowhunter had been here for quite some time now, and had figured the ebb and flow of new arrivals would eventually get old, and it did. Sort of. Most people arrived with the same old response of 'Where am I?' and he'd have to repeat for the umpteenth time that this was Washington even though it was fairly obvious. Every other building had something to do with either the name of the location they were in or something patriotic. As he stepped out of the coffee shop, iced coffee in hand, he was stopped by another new arrival. His hand dove into the recesses his pocket to pull out his phone as he took a sip from his coffee. "Lost?" He asked as he lowered his drink.

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Ty sighed as he looked down at his feet where the blue-gray ball of fur stood next to him. He’s snuck away from his family and taken the cat. He knew Emma would understand, or he hoped she would. He needed a travel cpm[anion and since no one else seemed to be concerned with the whereabouts of the newly discovered shadowhunter, Church seemed like the most likely companion. after countless tracking runes leading him to odd places he had ended up in Washington, dead set on the idea this is where he would finally find his lost friend. He leaned down and scooped up the cat nuzzling into the soft fur. “We will find him here, Church. I know it.” He said though he was beginning to down himself again. Maybe Kit had just run away with no intent of being found. He hated to think of it that way. Kit was his friend. Kit cared about him. Or at least thats what he thought.

Another sigh fell from his lips but it was then he heard that familiar voice. His head perked up and he finally saw the face he’d been so desperate to find for weeks. “Kit!” He screamed, clinging tightly to the fluff in his arms and he ran toward the boy.

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It had been months since Kit had seemingly become "The Lost Herondale" once again. He couldn't remember particular how long it had been, but he could still remember the day he had vanished as if it had happened yesterday. 

Granted when he had first been dropped off at the Los Angeles Institute, Kit had it well set in his mind that he could merely runaway and thrive in the Shadow Markets, like Johnny Rook did. His father had taught him well, he knew how to persuade others and how to get exactly what he had wanted out of a conversation, a lie or a deal. He knew cons like the back of his hand.. up until the day he had been banned from the Los Angeles Shadow Markets by the owner, Barnabas Hale. For a while he was calm, all thoughts of running away were on hold, if only to play detectives with Ty- merely for he was falling for the boy and his twin. It wouldn't be too long before he had yearned to run off again and the London Shadow Markets seemed plausible- up until he ran into Barnabas Hale again and it had not ended up well for the twins and Kit. Not only had he managed to be affirmed that he was a Shadowhunter in front of large mob of Downworlders, but poor Livia had been hurt. Since that moment, he had eased back on his needs to runaway. More so after Annabel Blackthorn had killed Livvy. 

Kit had become fiercely protective of Tiberius after he had lost his twin sister. As a matter of fact, the noirette spent most of his time in Kit’s room. In his bed but left him rather confused on a range of emotions he had towards the other boy, but never in a bad way. He adored Ty. It had broken his heart the day he had slipped out of bed, letting Tiberius sleep in as he dipped out to train. He remembered putting on his training gear and descending down the spiraling stairs towards the weapons room when he had walked through a cold cobweb of pins and needles. Shaking the feeling off, the youngest Herondale had found himself in Washington without a way out. He dreaded and feared what Tiberius had possibly thought. He imagined the other believing that Kit had left him too and it had made him miserable.

Christopher had watched an array of Nephilim come in and leave, but never found the way out himself. He had found Alec and Magnus and for a moment had found Jace, but then Jace was gone and it had felt like losing his father all over again. Jace was the only family he truly had living, but ironically the magic of Washington had given him dead relatives as well and though some left, few remained. Yet they weren’t his family. The Blackthorns were. He had been glamoured to invisibility as he sulked about the city and it’s denizens, not really wanting to be seen, however when he had heard his name being called, his heart skipped a beat before he fully recognized what was happening. Black converse stopped in their tracks as he turned on a pivot, blue eyes piercing the streets for the voice he had hoped he had not been hallucinating. “Ty?!?” He couldn’t help but cry out, a genuine smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards as he ran through the crowd, pushing passed them in his glamour until he was standing in front of the boy that he had missed so much. “You found me..” He said with astonishment, his distilled twilight pools lost within Ty’s steely gray ones, and naturally he wound his arms tightly around the other, not even caring that he had stolen Emma’s cat nor the fact that he was probably crushing Church between them.

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With a sharp inhale, the Nephilim's distilled twilight hues grew but seemingly faded back to normal as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "No no, I get it man. I must admit, that's the first genuine reaction of 'god fucking damn it' since I've been here, and regrettably I've been here a while." He confessed, understanding the other man's misery. "No.. worse yet, it seems like there really isn't a way out either."

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Kit gave a small nod and let out a even smaller sigh. "That's what I figured." He commented. After months over months of planning of bailing the situation that he had found himself in, he had found himself falling head over heels for the family whom had taken him in. Now he missed them. His gaze shifts briefly to the ground as if lost in thought before finding hers once more, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, Los Angeles."

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Kit sighed as he glanced down for a moment. That was what he had now come to fear, after months and months of planning to run away, he had fallen head over heels for the family who had taken him in. Naturally his gaze rediscovered hers and a loose shrug falls from his shoulders. "I feel like we aren't. I've seen people search tirelessly and find people here, claiming that they've been looking for them." However at the topic of California seemingly took off, he gave a nod. "Yeah, Los Angeles."

[tessacarstairs]

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The Law is hard, but it is the Law. The Law is annoying, but it is also flexible.

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Christopher laughed, "He's the one who gave them to me... I don't really have a Stele of my own quite yet." He admits but shrugs it off. He's had hand me downs, but never were any of his own. He could feel that she was curious about his life prior to Washington, hell he had to admit, he was curious on his own life as well. He hadn't been a Shadowhunter for longer than two years and in those two years, he still barely knew who he was but at least he felt like he was home around the other boy. "It is, isn't it?" He mused as he flipped his hand to look at the Clairvoyance rune. "Nope, not one that will enhance whatever ability it is that I need, nope. So does..did yours mean anything?"

[bcndtheknee]

(¸.• ♛ → “Honestly I can’t believe I’m still here…” A small sigh escaped from her lips, frustrated about all of this “I must to admit though, a break from Riverdale doesn’t hurt after all”

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Kit had been minding his own business, but couldn't help but look up the more the woman had spoke. "Honestly, neither can I. Makes me wonder if people merely assumed I ran off." He shrugged, but interest peaked. "Riverdale? Like Cali?"

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Craig sighed. “I honestly have no clue how I ended up in Washington D.C. I didn’t even have a tour date listed for this city, so my manager must have made a wrong turn or something. Anyway, the names Craig Manning and I’m from Toronto, Canada.”

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With a sigh of his own, Kit moved to sit down, his finger moving to scratch his eyebrow as he listened to the other speak. The blonde gave a shrug, "To be honest man, none of us really know how we got here." He commented briefly, making sure to note the other man's name. "Nice to meet you, Craig. I'm Kit Herondale from Los Angeles, California."

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Kit laughed nervously as Ty continued to be a topic, his cheeks flushing but bit but he really wasn't sure way. Sure the black haired boy with the silver eyes was beyond gorgeous, he had always thought so. Then again so were most people he had met, yet Tiberius was always the forefront of the boy's mind. "What do you mean what about him? We are a kind called Nephilim, Shadowhunters.. I was told we are the guardians of peace but I am still learning on if I really want to." A soft laugh escaped as he shook his head, the blush disappearing. "Guess I am one though, now that I have these." Her question had brought up a valid point to which he had wondered from time to time but never the less, the blonde shook his head. "No. Not that I know of... what about your marks. What were they before intricate tats?”

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Christopher gave her a soft smile. "Oh, well then, welcome to what is probably your new and only home." He chuckled playfully though his words were terrifyingly true. Sure some people had disappeared from the town more times than he could count, but most people, himself included, had seemed stuck. "Oh trust me, this town is full of happenings, I am sure you will experience more." He jested with a witty little smirk. "Nice to meet you, Vanessa. I'm Christopher... but please call me Kit. Most do anyway."