semper ad meliora

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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Allison’s tears fell as the locket was placed around her neck, just staring at the other - she knew her mother cared in her own way, but the way the woman was with her… the snapping, the firmness, it was hard to remember at times, the bad memories playing more than the good. Even from the parts of her childhood she did remember, the happier ones were with her dad - though she supposed any good ones with her mother could’ve been taken due to the things they contained.

She blinked as the stele appeared in the hands of the warlock, listening silently as he explained the last time he’d seen her mom. The night she died.

“You… You saw her that night.” She sniffed, looking up at him. “Did she say anything about me? About… what she was doing?” They were questions she never could’ve asked her dad. While she had her mother’s letter, her memories of it were lost from the pain and rage she’d felt, and with Gerard being the one to hand it to her, over the years she questioned how much had really been penned by her.

She gripped the stele in her hands, closing her eyes as her forehead was kissed, feeling a warmth and calm coming over her. Blinking up at him, she shook her head. “I… I wouldn’t hurt you. I’m not the type of person that would. I’m not my mom, I’m not my aunt… I don’t want to hurt people. If I… follow my roots, I’ll do it my way. Not any of theirs. I want you on my side.”

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Seamus studied Allison as he listened to all of her questions, “She wanted you to be happy, to survive.” He murmured, “She was killing herself because she’d been bitten by a werewolf, from the gist of what I gathered it was the family code, but I think deep down it was also her shadowhunter roots, it’s part of their code to kill themselves when bitten. It’s shameful to be a downworlder to them.” 

“I’m on your side, Allison. Yours and Skylar’s.” 

[magicae-seamus]

supernaturaldisasterx​:

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𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 over her chest as she walked inside, her eyes locked on Seamus as he closed the door before he used his magic. Even knowing she was just safe inside that place the worry was eating her inside. She nodded at his words, not really knowing his those were true since when in a couple of days the Clave would be looking for her. As the warlock made his way to the kitchen she just walked further into the living room, sitting on the couch, making sure not to touch anything with her blood-stained hands. “Coffee” she said softly breathing out.

As she felt the man sitting next to her Skylar took a deep breath. “Since the carnival, I haven’t been able to control myself, I walked away when I was talking to you and… It just happened” she said licking her lips nervously “I wasn’t quick enough and….and she possessed me” she said swallowing against the lump of her throat before looking down at her hands.

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Pushing the coffee towards his daughter he listened to her talk about the carnival, the last time he’d really seen her. Hearing that she’d been possessed by a demon made his blood freeze as he gripped the mug of tea before taking a long drink. “You were possessed.. God, Skylar, are you okay? What did it make you do?” He asked, knowing it had to of possessed her for a reason.  He reached out for her hand, “I will protect you, you can stay here, protected by my wards. Or I will ward your apartment myself.” 

[magicae-seamus]

supernaturaldisasterx​:

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 arms around her, making her let out the air she had been holding in, trying not to sob again. She didn’t care if she didn’t like physical contact, in that moment is what she knew she needed. At his question, Skylar shook her head softly. “No, the blood is not mine” she said in a whisper.

The brunette took a deep breath, not pulling slightly away from her father “No one can know what I did” she said looking at him “I’ll tell you but can you just use your magic or something so no one but us can hear it?” she asked with her eyebrows slightly furrowed in worry she knew she was not the one who decided to break into Alicante to get the formula or who wanted to kill the guard, but in the end, they would know the vessel was her. “I did something really bad, Dad” she said looking up at the man.

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Seamus swallowed as he pulled back as Skylar did, at her words he nodded, guiding her further inside before shutting the door. Using his magic he put his wards up, blocking any noise coming in or out and hiding their presence. “Whatever you did, I promise it’s going to be okay.” He murmured as he made his way to the kitchen. “Do you prefer tea or coffee?” He asked, wanting to make her something warm to soothe and comfort. 

In the end he began making both, just in case he told himself. Turning towards her once they were done he set them both down. Next he sat down next to her. 

[magicae-seamus]

supernaturaldisasterx​:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 eyes, her eyelids seemed to weigh. Skylar took her hand to her head, feeling the now strange feeling of being able to control her own body. She could see a drop of blood rolling down her arm, that was the moment when the girl realised what she had done. For the first time in years she panicked, she had killed someone, and it seemed it hadn’t happened there, her mind just realised the demon just made her do that. The shadowhunter got on her feet and looked around, she needed to find someone. She needed to tell them it wasn’t her the whole time. The first person that appeared on her mind was Seamus, she remembered him being the last person she talked to back at the carnival. The Nephilim looked for the steele in the back pocket of the leather pants she was wearing, just to draw a glamour in her forearm, the last thing she needed was mundanes seeing her in her state.

She had to tell him everything, everything she had to do, what she did, just wishing that at least her father could understand that it wasn’t her fault, before all her world turned upside down. Her feet walked quickly to the warlock’s place, not wanting to find anyone else in her way there. She just hoped the man opened the door for her, she needed him.

Skylar knocked on the door repeatedly, for the first time feeling hot tears in her eyes, she knew what she did, she knew the chaos she created. “Dad, please” she sobbed as her hand knocked on the door again. @magicaeseamus​

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Seamus heard the rapid knocking, confused he made his way to the door only to hear his daughter sobbing on the other side. Wrenching the door open he took in the sight of his daughter crying in front of him and swept her up into his arms.  “Did someone hurt you?” He asked lowly, his voice trembling as he held her and tried to figure out if she was injured.  Truthfully he’d been looking for her, had stopped by almost every day to see if she was at her apartment. But she was always gone. With her in front of him now and crying, he knew something was obviously wrong.  “I’ve got you, Skylar. I’ve got you.” He whispered, stroking her hair. “Tell me what happened.” 

[magicae-seamus]

warlockbanewood​:

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Meeting an old friend was always a welcome detour from work, as much good Magnus wanted to do for his people the mind numbing nonsense of politics was maddening. Getting the message to meet said old friend at a distillery was just an added bonus. 

“Almost too long, my dear friend.” Magnus embraced the other warlock planting a friendly kiss to his cheek before leaning back to get a look at him. “You’re looking well and making your own alcohol, as if I need more reason to hold you in such high regard.”

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Embracing Magnus Seamus gave a soft chuckle, “Well thank you, I do always enjoy making you proud.” He grinned as he picked up the bottle and offered it to Magnus. “I picked this one specially for you.” 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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Allison shivered as he explained what happened to him, understanding why she ran, but unsure if she’d ever understand why it’d been kept from her. Why she’d gone to such lengths. “…Mom and dad never wanted me to hunt. Dad said he didn’t want that life for me but… my aunt didn’t give them a choice.” She sniffed, looking down. “Then my mom tried to kill my werewolf boyfriend… just for being what he was. And got bit in the process. She knew she was dying and still she didn’t tell me.” Her breathing had calmed down, but still the tears rolled.

“Guess she threw her things away… apart from some random photos of my mom, there’s nothing in storage. No weapons, no stele, nothing. It’s like she didn’t exist before I was born.” She wiped her eye, sniffing again. “Maybe if she told me, I wouldn’t have ended up… having something happen to me too.”

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“The more you knew the more subjective you’d be to your memories coming back. He murmured as he listened to her talk before closing his eyes as he remembered the last time he’d seen the woman alive. 

“Listen, I wasn’t close with your mother, in fact I downright despised her. For a long time I blamed her for what happened to my family, because I was with you, I was stealing your memories while they were being terrorized.” He admitted softly. “But I know for a fact your mother loved you, that she would have done anything for you.”

Waving his hand a series of lights appeared before projecting a memory of him using a burst of magic on Allison out of anger, pushing her into the wall. Immediately Victoria pulled her Seraph blade on him. 

With a snap of his fingers the memory disappeared, in its place was one of her mother knelt beside her bed and stroking her hair gingerly as she watched her sleep. 

“Your mother existed, she exists within you. Just as my Imogen exists within Skylar.” He said softly as he cupped Allison’s face. Waving his hand a locket on a chain appeared around Allison’s neck. Snapping his fingers he pushed the memory into the locket, trapping it within. “When you touch the locket you can see that memory.”  “I might come to regret this, Little Doe.” He admitted before snapping his fingers again, Victoria’s Stele appearing in his hands. “This belonged to your mother, years ago, on the night your mother took her own life I made her a final deal.” 

“I would erase your memories one final time, take as many as I could to prevent the trauma from unlocking everything. In return I took everything that linked her to Alicante, that marked her as a Shadowhunter.” 

Staring down at the stele he sighed, “But like it or not, whether you decide to be mundane or follow your Shadowhunter roots. This choice is yours and yours alone, but it is your heritage. This belongs to you.” 

With that he held out the stele and pressed it into her hands as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, “Either way, your mother would be proud of you, Allison.” He said softly. “I’m proud of you.”

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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She felt like a little girl again as sh

e let Seamus comfort her, not caring for once at showing the weakness - there was no way she could comprehend any of it, but she knew it was true now, remembered every second of it. She took deep breaths as he explained what little he knew of her mom’s story, shaking her head as he finished. “No… No, dad would’ve protected us. From… Whatever they wanted with her. Why was it dangerous for her? For your wife? What’s so bad with being with someone different to you?”

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Seamus’ heart clenched as she asked causing him to look away, “My wife was killed for being with me, they came in the middle of the night while I was with your mother, erasing your memories. They killed her and then they stole my children from me, because they believed that downworlders shouldn’t be with shadowhunters, and downworlders can’t raise Nephilim children.” He mumbled, voice low and quiet as he remembered the memory. 

[magicae-seamus]

Closed Starter for Magnus

After learning that Magnus was in town Seamus had sent a message to his old friend asking him to meet at his distillery. He was waiting in his office with a bottle to share with his dear companion. When he sensed the other approaching he stood with a smile. 

“It has been a long time Magnus.” He said softly as he extended an arm in greeting with a warm grin. 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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With every word Seamus said, Allison could feel her chest tightening a little more, a pressure building up in her chest. Her mom had lied to her, lied to her dad. Had known what Allison was, what she could do, and she’d not only kept it from her, she’d gone out of her way to cover her tracks.

Taking a breath felt hard, her body taught and tense, but she forced one all the same, and all of a sudden her mind was flooded with flashes. A werewolf coming to the house when she was little. Her mom and dad getting attacked, and her mom healing herself. The black insect-like demon that her mom had struck down with her seraph blade. The runes she’d glimpsed, the times she’d seen Seamus over and over again.

She wasn’t sure when she’d started crying, her breathing coming out as hard sobs, her hands gripping onto Seamus’ shoulders - not out of malice, but as something to hold onto, to attempt to hold herself together.

She and her mother, they weren’t human. They never had been.

“…. Why?” Was all she was able to say, staring at him, lost. “Why would she do that to me?”

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Seamus hadn’t been ready for tears, it hadn’t even crossed his mind. Though he should have realized that with an onslaught of memories like that, there’d bound to be emotions. As she gripped his shoulders he grabbed one of her arms anchoring her there, his other hand instinctually cupping the back of her head paternally.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered as he let her cry it out.

At her question he closed his eyes, “She never gave me an exact answer, she gave me vague answers each time I asked. Though I had the feeling she was running from something.” Or someone, only one person came to mind. Valentine Morgernstern, that and their precious clave. “She fell in love with a mundane, kind of like how my wife fell for me. My wife had to leave her old life as a shadowhunter behind because of our marriage, it was dangerous for her, for our family. So we went into hiding.”

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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Allison allowed herself to be pulled through the second portal, blinking around the kitchen she was standing in. Her hand ran over the kitchen table, a small smile as she felt the roughness of an etching, looking down to where she remembered a six-year-old her proudly writing an ‘A’ on the table. Her mom had got mad, but her dad had quickly calmed her down. The cake looked familiar too, and she picked up the notebook, holding it to her chest as she walked further into the house. Up the stairs, and to the door at the end of the hall.

She sat on the edge of the bed gently, opening up the notebook and staring down at it, teary eyed as she flicked through it. He’d made it disappear. Mommy said I had to tell the strange man about the black monster.

“… Seamus.” She murmured, still staring at the book. “You told me to have cake for breakfast. Then you made me fall asleep. I…. I couldn’t find my drawing books and mom said I was too big for them now.”

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He’d followed her up the stairs when he’d noticed her leaving, once he heard his name falling from her lips he nodded. “Your mother paid me to take your memories, each time you saw some kind of creature she’d call, I would come and I would take your memories.” He explained as he approached her, “It was something she said was necessary, you see your mother ran away from who she was. Then when she had you she couldn’t tell her husband what she was, what you were. Nephilim. 

“So she lied, she told you you were just this mundane little girl and she had me steal your memories.” He said as he sat down in front of her. 

Lifting her chin using his index finger he looked into her eyes before waving a hand over them, closing them as magic washed over her. “Remember, Allison. It’s there, take a breath and remember.” 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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Allison swallowed as she looked around he room, running her hands over the furniture, tears in her eyes. Images of her on it on a Christmas morning, her presents piled onto the bed springing to mind, and she bit hard into her lip. 

Walking over to the table she knelt beside it, picking them up. Scribbles of red, and black, a large figure with red eyes.

“I… This is my room but I can’t… These can’t be mine, I don’t remember drawing them.”

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“I know, it’s okay, Allison.” He murmured as he shifted closer, lifting his hand and letting his magic wash over her before he turned away and opened another portal. “You ready to go through again?” He asked softly, waiting for her to take his hand 

Once her hand was in his he stepped through the portal, only to end up in a familiar kitchen. Once again he used his magic to restore it to its former glory, however this time, sitting on the kitchen table was a slice of cake, the same cake he’d given Allison years ago, beside that was the notebook filled with runes. Childlike scribbles from a six year old. 

“How about these? Do you recognize them?” 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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Allison stumbled out of the portal, her hand still tightly in the warlock’s grip, looking around the silent house, frowning. There was a lump in her chest as she looked around. There was a light coating of dust over the counters, and she looked around, trying to place it. She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped slightly as she heard the other’s voice.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t know where from, I… Parts of it look familiar, I guess?”

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Seamus made his way to another room, the colors of the walls had faded over time, probably because Seamus’ didn’t bother to upkeep it. It didn’t feel necessary to him. With a wave of his hand however the colors became more vibrant and children’s furniture filled the room, a small little bed against the wall right in the middle, a small bedside table, a bunch of other toddlers things. 

“How about now?” He asked, waving his hand over a little child’s table, it became littered with different kinds of drawings, drawings of a three year old who only knew how to describe the monsters through her drawings. 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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“If my mother lied to me, she’s dead now. I’ll never find out the truth from her. And my debt is only good if you aren’t lying to me.” She pointed out, taking a few steps closer, glancing up at the top of his head again. As the portal sparked into light, another warning rushed through her head. Call someone. Let them know what’s going on.

But they could tell her to hold off, and maybe this warlock wouldn’t be so charitable next time. She paused for a second, pulling out her phone to text Lydia quickly. ‘Just in case - Warlock. Explain later x.’ Putting her phone away, she reached out for his hand, holding it firmly. “Alright. Let’s go.”

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My mother lied to me, she’s dead now. Those words hit Seamus like a truck, even if he didn’t react externally. Victoria Argent would always be something he carried with him, for the rest of his immortal life, until something or someone killed him. He would carry that.

As Allison took his hand he felt familiarity flow through him, causing his eyes to close and his hand tightened around hers. 

A memory came to the forefront of his mind, a three year old Allison holding his hand as she walked him through her room and told him about the monster she’d seen this time. 

Stepping through the portal he let that memory take him to Allison’s childhood home, the one he’d first met her in. It had been empty for some time, after all he owned it so why would anyone find the need to live in it?

“Do you recognize this place?” He asked as he turned towards her, standing in the middle of an empty room.

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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I told her it was a bad idea.  She wanted you to take after your dad.

The words echoed through her mind, even as she listened to him carry on speaking. It felt as though her heart stopped, the pieces falling slowly into place and breaking her apart, all at once. Deep down, it had always been the only explanation that made sense, but she’d blocked the possibility because it didn’t feel fair. Because it couldn’t have been possible. 

Her mother couldn’t have lied to her for her entire life. Couldn’t have taken her true nature with her to her grave. Did she even Victoria Argent at all?

She was silent after his offer, knowing the sensible thing would be to run upstairs to Scott’s apartment. To find him and talk to him and listen to him promise that they’d figure this out together. She could hear Lydia now, yelling at her for throwing caution to the wind, potentially putting herself in another risky situation because you didn’t trust strangers, especially when those strangers knew you better than you knew yourself.

“I’ll owe you a debt. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” She said, without even thinking about it. “What do you know?”

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“You’ll owe me a debt, that’s bold. You don’t even know what I want.” He laughed, looking down. “What if I told you it would cost you your firstborn? Or even your soul?” He smirked, tilting his head. “Not that either of those things are of any use to me. Trivial things.” He shrugged before lifting a hand and conjuring a portal. “If you take my hand and step through that portal with me, everything you want to know will be at your fingertips. How does that sound?” 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, getting more and more alarmed and confused the longer she stood in this person’s presence. 

“I don’t know you, I…. there’s just something about your antlers that feels… Familiar. And I don’t know what that means, and I’m tired of everyone keeping things from me, and knowing more about me than I know about myself. My mom’s dead, and I don’t want to burden my dad with anything more than I have to.” She said, tears filling her eyes. She hated not knowing things. Hated feeling weak and defenseless.

“Almost feels like I’m going crazy.” She laughed tiredly, shaking her head. 

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“I told her it was a bad idea.” He laughed, “But did she listen to me? No, she was much more focused on making sure she kept her perfect little life away from our world. She wanted you to be utterly mundane, she wanted you to take after your dad. But you could never do that. No, you’re a Nephilim. Like my daughter, it is in your blood.” 

He took a step towards her, tilting his head the other way now. “How much would you give to know? What would you give up?” He asked her, his heart pounding in his chest as he lifted a hand. 

“What would you give, Allison Argent, to know who you really are?” 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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“I really don’t know what?” She asked, getting frustrated with feeling as though everyone knew more about her than she did. Whether it was him, or Alec, or Clary… She rubbed her face, running a hand through her hair as she took a few steps towards the other, keeping an eye on his antlers. They didn’t alarm her, and odd memories came to mind as she looked at them. Comforting ones. Being told to eat dessert for breakfast. Cuddling up in bed with a little bear. Little doe.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know you, I shouldn’t be yelling at you about these things.”

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When Allison snapped Seamus raised another brow, only raising it higher as she walked closer. He instinctively walked backwards, his heart racing. A memory shot to the forefront of his mind, Allison as young 6 years old and rushing towards him. Him immediately stepping back and watching her trip and fall on her face.

It had been almost comical, until the tears had started. As a father, even one who had lost his daughter because of the young Nephilims mother, he felt it necessary to comfort her. 

So he’d decided to show her the northern lights, swooping her up and portaling them to Alaska. 

Allison of course had had a blast, Victoria however, that had been an interesting conversation, the woman seething and asking if he was trying to make her remember what they were trying to make her forget.

“Your mouth says you don’t know me, but your eyes tell a different story.” Seamus said as he studied her finally, even if he didn’t want her to remember. It was inevitable at this point. 

[magicae-seamus]

tarnishedargent​:

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As he looked down at her runes, she suddenly felt self-conscious, pulling her hands back towards her chest. The disdain in his voice left an uncomfortable weight on her chest as well. 

“Don’t, I’m not, I…I don’t know what’s going on with me.” She said, defensively. “A Shadowhunter, he… he figured it out, he gave me one to prove it to me, I didn’t believe him, but… he said it wouldn’t work if I wasn’t one. And then I was given another one because people couldn’t see me, a-and…” She looked lost, shaking her head. “Just… whatever you think of them, don’t judge me for something that isn’t my fault. I was human, I… I am human, I have to be but… I don’t know how this happened. It’s not possible…” She muttered, starting to get upset.

“I didn’t… mean to insult you by commenting on your antlers. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.”

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When Allison became adamant that she was human it made him turn back to look at her, raising a brow. “You really don’t know?” He asked, wondering how it was possible. How could she have her runes if she hadn’t remembered, maybe she’d just ran into another who had managed to give her the runes without triggering her memories.  He supposed that was possible, after all, he’d taken so many memories that even meeting another shadowhunter might not be enough to bring them back without the help of magic.