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clary fray, the definition of smol precious bean ☆(❁‿❁)☆
“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”
“Okay sorry it’s probably just lingering hallucinogenic this shadowhunting thing’s kicking my ass.” Claud put his head into his hands trying to ignore the lingering issues seeing things properly seraph blade laying next to him.
“it’s fine i totally understand the 60′s were not a fun place for those on hallucinogens.” Juliet rubbed his back lightly and clicked her fingers lightly magic twisting from her fingers a potion appearing in her hand.
“Drink this it should help, the headache and speed up your recovery. i got good at potions, Magnus made me practice until i could do it blindfolded most days.”
“Oh right you probably were around back then.” Warlocks long life spans and all that which was actually rather terrifying at times. Then again everything in general what he would give to go back to just being an art student again. With his eyes shut no hallucinations to be had.
Hands moving away eyes opening slowly hearing the remark and seeing the offered potion which seemed distant for only being close. “Right and somehow that seems rather like him at least from what memories I have since meeting him,since everything else is nonexistent anymore.” Taking the potion and it took an moment before managed to take an drink making an face,”And Jace wasn’t joking when said potions taste awful.”
“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”
“Okay sorry it’s probably just lingering hallucinogenic this shadowhunting thing’s kicking my ass.” Claud put his head into his hands trying to ignore the lingering issues seeing things properly seraph blade laying next to him.
Starters (Helping with Mental Illness)
“Hey, look at me. It’s not real. There isn’t anything there.”
“It’s okay! Nothing is in here, nothing!”
“Describe what you see to me.”
“Ssh, I don’t hear anything. We’re alone.”
“I don’t know how to make something that I can’t see go away!”
“Here, squeeze my hand. You can hold onto me. I’m real, I’m not going anywhere.”
“We’re going to play a game. Focus on yourself and the things around you. Focus on what’s real, and count. There is one book, there are two chairs. You have two arms, you have two legs. Okay? Keep counting and focusing on the things around you.”
“Take a deep breath in, that’s it, now let it out. Come on, you can do it again. Just breathe.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Sometimes, I can’t even recognize you.”
“Who are you, anymore?”
“Why are you shaking so much?”
“Hey, hey! You’re okay, you’re safe here! Please calm down, you have to breathe.”
“Here, I made you something to eat. I know you’re never hungry, but…”
“Have you had anything to drink or eat today?”
“Did you take your medicine today?”
“How did you sleep?”
“What did you do to yourself?”
“Let me see…please?”
“Here, I’ll clean and bandage it. Alright? Will you let me?”
“Why do you do this to yourself?”
“Stop, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!”
“I’ll leave the light on, okay? Look, it’s not dark.”
“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”
“Hey, anxiety’s a bitch, right? I’ll go with you!”
“Hey, I’m proud of you. You did great.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“You’re not broken.”
“Wake up! It’s just a bad dream!”
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Come on, we need to go the hospital. You’ll be safe there.”
“Please…talk to me.”
@demi-demon
Claud found himself just walking the streets trying to wrap his head around everything. That was when out of the corner of his eyes something seemed off about somebody. But it was just an flicker ignoring it but then tripped feeling an shoe snag on somebody else’s luckily could catch himself. Straightening up looking at the stele that had fallen from his hand before quickly scooping it up.
Deep Ass Starters.
Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
"What's holding you back?"
"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
"Let me in sometime!"
"It's not that easy, you know."
"Help me understand."
"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Are you really happy now?"
"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
"It's a problem, I get it."
"This is all kinds of messed up."
"That's not exactly a good coping method."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
"What was your childhood like?"
"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
"You were bullied? What for?"
"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
"You can't just run away all the time."
"You can't just hide all the time."
"Are you still thinking about them?"
"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
"You never talk about it, why?"
"How come you're so different around them?"
"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
"What was your ex like?"
"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
"Are you scared of being hurt?"
"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
"You use people to make yourself feel better."
"I'm scared of being used again..."
"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"How long has it been since you lost them?"
"You're too attached."
"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
I’ll call out in the night for my mother But she isn’t coming back for me Cause she’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ
The world has gone mad.
“Okay so here’s the plan no mentions of shadowhunters,or anything of the sorts.” Claud looked at the person walking beside him,”We’re going to somewhere fun all that matters is the humanity in you got it?” Needed an breather from all the tensions so decided what better to do than go to an amusement park unknown to the other.
I just want to ᴜ̲ɴ̲ᴅ̲ᴇ̲ʀ̲s̲ᴛ̲ᴀ̲ɴ̲ᴅ Why the world treats us how it does
Why, why, why ?
@ohnosmallknives
What better place to hang out than Central Park since apparently he couldn’t do anything right. Claud found himself drawing runes etched subtly into the sketch unfolding of the view of the park. Hearing nearby footsteps figured was some passer by.
After all anybody else would have decided to try attacking him for ‘training’. But couldn’t help looking up,”Need something?”
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Claud was drawing pausing staring at the drawing that unfolded ripping it out and crumpling it up. Was no fixing the error or much about the sketch that was redeeming it tossing it towards the nearby dumpster. However the throw was an bit off and could hear it hit something solid probably an person.
Slowly peering over the edge of the fire escape,had been an bad idea returning back home but had been an place nobody else would be. Seeing who it was quickly closed the sketch book. “Don’t look at it just toss it in the dumpster where it was supposed to land.” Putting everything away climbing back down the ladder quickly.