Immediately, she can sense the name doesn’t recall any favor. Not that she’d expected it to - hell, she’s only HERE because of Camille’s well-deserved malicious reputation. At his curt reply, her cool edge s h i f t s with her weight, chin lifting in s t e e l y desperation.
❝ Not - because you OWE her. ❞
Her frustration mounts quickly, uncertainty overriding the stakes she has vested in him. Hoping for assistance from one MAGNUS BANE is a longer shot than confronting Camille alone and expecting anything less than absolute d e s t r u c t i o n … but long shots seem to be her M.O.
❝ Because you k n o w her. ❞
The t w i s t e d , sordid history between them was relatively unknown to Rose, but that didn’t meant she’d missed the feeling. You’d be hard-pressed not to find a vampire who hadn’t heard the rumors about the two: most fantastical, even by Downworlders’ standards. Resolute, she straightens, arms crossed and eyes hardened.
❝ She’s got - someone of m i n e - someone of hers, previously, I guess, but I don’t need to tell YOU how fickle Camille can be. ❞
A huff, and she’s returned to herself, hair slipping off her shoulder as she tilts her head.
❝ I‘m not looking for a warlock; I’m looking for a jilted lover. Or any lover, really; I don’t know how many centuries someone can hold a grudge before it’s just depressing. ❞
his fingers UNFURLED against the doorframe but didn’t relinquish their hold on it ( a cage keeping both on either side with no hint on which of them were prisoner ) it was true his history with her was a rich one in misfortune ( though it would be a lie to deny there weren’t better times, too )
but she'd been capable of unpleasant things back before she’d become the leader of the vampires in his city and now he had no doubt her ability to make his life DIFFICULT were he to invite it upon himself ( he had enough trouble with vampires as it was ) and he leant forward out of pandemonium with his brows drawn into a furrowed line, and his lips hitched on a question.
❝ and despite the nephilim being rife in this city, you’ve come here — ❞
when had he become the middle ground between downworlders and shadowhunters alike? it certainly wasn’t a POSITION he’d put his hand up for ( in fact he’d prefer to take as little part as possible ) he’d offered his aid over dozens of lifetimes and it’d never worked out well for him. it’d left him with few allies and entire cities where his name was not welcome. perhaps he’d brought it on himself. he’d been too accommodating and too well known. he’d sullied his hands with blood and he’d shouted at the angels.
but it’d all been for a CAUSE no one was willing to fight.
( now there were too many armed for too few causes )
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