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[nephilimborn]

࿏✴࿏ ⸻ ➻ There is beauty in the idea of freedom, but it's an illusion. Every human heart is chained by love ⸻ PINNED #NEPHILIMBORN

independent, selective, low-activity, canon-divergent sideblog for MARK / MIACH BLACKTHORN from the dark artifices trilogy of the shadowhunters franchise by cassandra clare. portrayal is highly head-canon based, non-affiliated with the original novels.

when two opposing worlds collide into a single body, what must the bearer of such legacies do ? well, protect your family, love as you are loved, fight, sacrifice. a study of ; war, duality, familial bonds, freedom.

⸻ carrd // multi-muse main blog // meta

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[nephilimborn]

i dont have many threads here even though mark is all i think about so PLEASE indulge me, ignore i even have other blogs, and spam my nephilim child !!!!

[iknowitwontwork]

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

[nephilimborn]

➻ MEET THE BLACKTHORNS. pt 1

( from eldest to youngest, the nephilim blackthorn family )

➻ HELEN.

also born out of the union of lady narissa and andrew blackthorn, the first blackthorn child was born half-fae. raised in the shadowhunter culture / the bright glass towers of alicante seen from her childhood bedroom's window / she is a young kind woman that has been exiled away from her family after the cold peace. unlike mark, helen was allowed to keep contact with the rest of the siblings, for her exile had been masked as a business trip to investigate certain anomalities on the magic wards that protect idris, the shadowhunter headquarters and HOME. helen lives with her wife aline in a remote location known by no members of the family, fulfilling her duty with pride and resentment, before finally returning as the head of the los angeles institute, where most of the blackthorns reside, after the canon events of the books. mark misses his older sister constantly, for she is the only one of the blackthorns to truly understand the stigma that comes with being part fae, specially after the cold peace was installed.

➻ MARK.

second son, half-fae, adopted the eldest sibling role until he was ripped from his family and exiled to faerieland. there, he lost notion of time and identity under countless tortures and starving days. finally, he is reunited with his family under strange circumstances, used by the faerie courts to sabotage nephilim and wage another war. nonetheless, mark's strong love for his siblings and guilt over having abandoned his responsabilities would override every mind-trick and manipulation tactic used by his captors to ensure his loyalty. he feels deep hatred towards the clave for what has been done to his family and thousands other families just like his, yet he feels an even stronger hate towards himself for believing the lies, for thinking that his siblings were dead and there was nothing he could do, for disappearing when they needed their older brother the most.

➻ JULIAN.

eldest human son, an artistic soul crushed and broken by the weight on his shoulders. since the blackthorn parents were turned and murdered on the dark war, julian has been responsible for each blackthorn sibling. for their training, their hygiene, how much do they eat, what allergies they have. there is nothing that the eldest brother in the los angeles institute cannot do, taking care of the bills, the reports, and every important thing that you could ever imagine. of course, a sixteen year old can't be the official head of the institute, yet their uncle arthur, the actual director, was a shell of a man, obsessed with dark magic and possibly overriden by the shadowy claws of dementia / it left them no choice, if the blackthorns wanted to continue living in their home, it falls on julian to keep the façade. to continue the illusion. it will break him, it already is. just as his multiple obsessions, that thirst that cannot be quenched, will kill him. julian is obsessed with art, painting, drawing, and studying it. there's a secret hidden room in the institute where he disappears for hours at a time, mostly when the tide is down and the sea is calm, when the clave hasn't sent any messages and the fridge is full. specially, he is obsessed with drawing emma, his parabatai. a parabatai is a partner, a friend to cover your back until your last breath. her beautiful golden locks, in a perfectly crafted disarrey of aurean light, and those lioness' eyes. mark is sure their connection, and the tons in julian's shoulders, will be the start of the demise of the blackthorn family. ➻ TIBERIUS AND LIVIA

the twins, around fourteen years old when mark returns to the institute, he almost cannot recognise them. ty, a smart and shy young boy constantly engrossed in a detective novel ; livvy, a strong and extroverted girl, always ready to nag and scold her twin brother for this and that. they are joint by the hip, almost never found without the other close by, and of course, always getting into some mischief. investigating leads way too dangerous for them, spying on kind of suspicious allies, and turning every mundane activity into an exciting game of wits.

it is them who bring the most pain to mark, when he thinks about the years lost. he was never there to comfort ty when it got too loud, too crowded. he was never there to ask livvy gently to help him, to hear about her adventures and infamous deeds. it is them, ty with his kind caution around him, as if he's a feral animal. livvy with her scared looks, only there for a second but enough for him to retreat once again. it is livvy's death what ends up breaking them, what ends up pushing julian to his limit, mark to the deep pit of guilt, emma to recklessness.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[nephilimborn]

➻ VERSE ; ( alternate universe ) PANDORA HEARTS

born miach of the blackthorn family, a young child cursed with a golden eye was thrown out on the street by a supersititious man at only two days of age, convinced the newborn was not of his kin, but a changeling placed in his son's cradle to enrage the noble family. yet a gentle tailor, barely making ends meet, decided to save his young life and take him as his own a horrible winter night, when he found the baby laying on the steps of his shop. the child was named mark, now the 'son' of a motherly seamstress and a strict tailor helping as much as he can in the family business. he never adopted the surname of his saviors, a call in the back of his mind forever screaming how he DOES NOT BELONG ; he is never truly accepted in the community, his golden eye cautiously rejected by commoners, his strange and dreamy anticts avoided by the villagers.

it all changed one day, a snowy morning where the frozen snowflakes looked like ash against the bright sky and the aurean energy surrounding him all began to buzz in excitement. finally, the calling hidden deep in the back of his mind had been brought forcefully to the forefront of his brain and it was all he could think about. without packing, without saying goodbye, mark would embark on a journey to find the source of his desire, his deep-rooted want. probably, the reason of his misfortunes. the building was massive, decorated with lush vegetation growing over most of the stone walls. it towered over his fragile and malnourished figure, imposing as the ancient coloring of its rocks washed over him. there was a giant door, way too heavy for him to push open, yet it opened for him nonetheless, like the mansion had welcomed him itself. laughter filled the space in between the empty corridors when he gathered enough strenght to finally enter, red cloacks running one after the other, mixed with animals and children. a young girl, probably his age and with a tattoo on her face, stopped dead by his side, and with her delirious grin, he was baptized into the baskerville family.

like most of the family, he was swallowed by the abyss and spit out in a hundred year cycle after the tragedy of sablier. when he reappeared, first of the baskerville children to come back ( or so he thought, for there was nobody to welcome him at the door ) he agregated himself to the blackthorn family, forging the necessary records, and blending in as a member of lesser nobility at sixteen years old.

[nephilimborn]

i dont have many threads here even though mark is all i think about so PLEASE indulge me, ignore i even have other blogs, and spam my nephilim child !!!!

[nephilimborn]

➻ MEET THE BLACKTHORNS. pt 1

( from eldest to youngest, the nephilim blackthorn family )

➻ HELEN.

also born out of the union of lady narissa and andrew blackthorn, the first blackthorn child was born half-fae. raised in the shadowhunter culture / the bright glass towers of alicante seen from her childhood bedroom's window / she is a young kind woman that has been exiled away from her family after the cold peace. unlike mark, helen was allowed to keep contact with the rest of the siblings, for her exile had been masked as a business trip to investigate certain anomalities on the magic wards that protect idris, the shadowhunter headquarters and HOME. helen lives with her wife aline in a remote location known by no members of the family, fulfilling her duty with pride and resentment, before finally returning as the head of the los angeles institute, where most of the blackthorns reside, after the canon events of the books. mark misses his older sister constantly, for she is the only one of the blackthorns to truly understand the stigma that comes with being part fae, specially after the cold peace was installed.

➻ MARK.

second son, half-fae, adopted the eldest sibling role until he was ripped from his family and exiled to faerieland. there, he lost notion of time and identity under countless tortures and starving days. finally, he is reunited with his family under strange circumstances, used by the faerie courts to sabotage nephilim and wage another war. nonetheless, mark's strong love for his siblings and guilt over having abandoned his responsabilities would override every mind-trick and manipulation tactic used by his captors to ensure his loyalty. he feels deep hatred towards the clave for what has been done to his family and thousands other families just like his, yet he feels an even stronger hate towards himself for believing the lies, for thinking that his siblings were dead and there was nothing he could do, for disappearing when they needed their older brother the most.

➻ JULIAN.

eldest human son, an artistic soul crushed and broken by the weight on his shoulders. since the blackthorn parents were turned and murdered on the dark war, julian has been responsible for each blackthorn sibling. for their training, their hygiene, how much do they eat, what allergies they have. there is nothing that the eldest brother in the los angeles institute cannot do, taking care of the bills, the reports, and every important thing that you could ever imagine. of course, a sixteen year old can't be the official head of the institute, yet their uncle arthur, the actual director, was a shell of a man, obsessed with dark magic and possibly overriden by the shadowy claws of dementia / it left them no choice, if the blackthorns wanted to continue living in their home, it falls on julian to keep the façade. to continue the illusion. it will break him, it already is. just as his multiple obsessions, that thirst that cannot be quenched, will kill him. julian is obsessed with art, painting, drawing, and studying it. there's a secret hidden room in the institute where he disappears for hours at a time, mostly when the tide is down and the sea is calm, when the clave hasn't sent any messages and the fridge is full. specially, he is obsessed with drawing emma, his parabatai. a parabatai is a partner, a friend to cover your back until your last breath. her beautiful golden locks, in a perfectly crafted disarrey of aurean light, and those lioness' eyes. mark is sure their connection, and the tons in julian's shoulders, will be the start of the demise of the blackthorn family. ➻ TIBERIUS AND LIVIA

the twins, around fourteen years old when mark returns to the institute, he almost cannot recognise them. ty, a smart and shy young boy constantly engrossed in a detective novel ; livvy, a strong and extroverted girl, always ready to nag and scold her twin brother for this and that. they are joint by the hip, almost never found without the other close by, and of course, always getting into some mischief. investigating leads way too dangerous for them, spying on kind of suspicious allies, and turning every mundane activity into an exciting game of wits.

it is them who bring the most pain to mark, when he thinks about the years lost. he was never there to comfort ty when it got too loud, too crowded. he was never there to ask livvy gently to help him, to hear about her adventures and infamous deeds. it is them, ty with his kind caution around him, as if he's a feral animal. livvy with her scared looks, only there for a second but enough for him to retreat once again. it is livvy's death what ends up breaking them, what ends up pushing julian to his limit, mark to the deep pit of guilt, emma to recklessness.

[nephilimborn]

...im in pain, ive been trying to reach my doctor for a couple of days but its impossible and im in pain. anyways i really planned to write this weekend bc im free but unless i figure this pain out i think im gonna stay laying down and dying for now lmao

[nephilimborn]

muse vs mun !!

tagged by ➻ @vulpesse / @serpentide + @wolvensden tagging ➻ im so late probably everyone has done it already but just in case @longerhuman @fullmtal @brawlqueen @furiaei

[nephilimborn]

SEND !!! ME !!! MEMES !!!

[nephilimborn]

LUNCH - mark's lunch ( made by julian / made by cristina )

[ mark is awful at cooking, he has the worst culinary skills out of all of the blackthorn family, and even worse than emma's, the resident mess. it is not unusual to find pots burnt, the gas still leaking and other security hazards. that is why mark, culinary assassin extraordinaire, is banned from entering the los angeles' institute's kitchen alone altogether. after moving with cristina to the new york's institute, he is finally allowed into the kitchen, yet it is only to fetch snacks, water, order food, or make sandwiches. ] julian is the main cook amongst the blackthorns, making easy nutrient-filled meals that everyone can enjoy easily. his lunch for mark is varied, powerful and heavy with a big serving of rice and multiple proteins and veggies. worried about the half-fae's frail figure, his younger brother fawns over his alimentation habits habitually, urging him to eat more.

cristina cooks with love, making a sweet lunch with all of mark's favorite foods in cute shapes. he geniunely adores the soft texture of tina's omelettes, and his heart races every time he sees the adorable little messages she spells out in ketchup for him, decorated with hearts and stars. anything breaded and deep-fried brings him to gastronomy heaven, a flavor he had almost forgotten in his time away from human society.

tagged by ➻ @brawlqueen

tagging ➻ @wolvensden ; @vulpesse / @serpentide ; @furiaei ; @longerhuman ; @hiircgi

[nephilimborn]

@wolvensden ; ❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜

" I'M CERTAINLY ALLOWING YOU TO. " a rough chuckle hidden betwixt thick white layers of conterfeit indifference floats and dances along with the soft wind, desperate to reach his superior's ears admist the screams of his scars. as he is dilligently cleaning dried rouge from his lithe fair arms, regality and poise taking over the usually awkward teenager as if a blanket of innocent purity had draped over him, at barely sixteen years old of human age ( as if that's of any relevance amongst the wild hunt ranks ) A FLAWLESS HAUNTING COCOON made out of rage, anger, loneliness and mockingly decorated with incomplete angel runes / built around the malleable nephilim heart with only one goal : to resemble the impeccable façade of the gentry fair folk.

" what brings you here, settrigh hunter, to fraternize with the enemy ? " aureate orb meets its golden counterpart, shining bright admist tanned scarred skin. there is something deeply fascinating about born seelies, the disdain and prideful manners in their every movement, the way in which they play with words, thrusting you into a maze of meanings and symbolsim to never find your way out. on the contrary, miach mark easily lies and he is pretty straight forward with what he likes and dislikes. people of the fay courts pride themselves in their thinly veiled honesty, threaded with trickery and riddles ; thankfully, mark blackthorn is as much a shadowhunter as he is fae, and as such, lying is perfectly available to him. not that he enjoys deceiving, yet it is almost necessary to survive in the hunt. " there's nothing here for you, nothing i could tell you, no information to give, nor any bad moods yours to toy and play with. "

[serpentide]

❝   [ … ]     my hunger holds no interest for me. ... rather than eat, MY DESIRE IS TO BE EATEN . love eats my living bones, and the only release is quick death .     ❞

#𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓      ⸻  exploring the themes of 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 - 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 and 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 in a world barren of sentimental warmth.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

dialogue  prompts  taken  from the script of  everything  everywhere  all  at  once  (2022),  directed  by  daniel  kwan  and  daniel  scheinert.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ stop changing the subject. ❜

❛ every day i fight, i fight for all of us. ❜

❛ what are you doing? what is wrong? ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜

❛ we can make our own way. please, come with me. ❜

❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜

❛ i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. ❜

❛ i’m here because we need your help.❜

❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜

❛ all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. ❜

❛ i’m here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❜

❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜

❛ maybe we don't have a choice. ❜

❛ now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. ❜

❛ i... want to lie here. ❜

❛ how often do people literally die laughing? ❜

❛ my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? ❜

❛ we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. ❜

❛ how did i die? ❜

❛ i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. ❜

❛ what!? who wants me dead? ❜

❛ you’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. ❜

❛ maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. ❜

❛ i never said that. ❜

❛ you didn’t have to. it’s the way you look at me. ❜

❛ can’t you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? ❜

❛ i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. ❜

❛ shhh, you're not thinking straight. ❜

❛ what is worse than death? ❜

❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜

❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜

❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜

❛ if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. ❜

❛ do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! ❜

❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜

❛ you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. ❜

❛ you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. ❜

❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜

❛ how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? ❜

❛ the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. ❜

❛ i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. ❜

❛ i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. ❜

❛ i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. ❜

❛ just think happy thoughts. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ i'm the one you've been looking for. ❜

❛ i’m the one who will defeat you. ❜

❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜

❛ you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜

❛ before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? ❜

❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜

❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜

❛ i'm sorry about ruining everything, i– ❜

❛ we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. ❜

❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

❛ when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. ❜

❛ please! can we just stop fighting! ❜

❛ you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. ❜

❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜

❛ i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. ❜

❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜

❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜

❛ you aren’t unlovable. there is always something to love. ❜

❛ even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we’d all be very good with our feet! ❜

❛ in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. ❜

❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜

❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜

❛ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❜

❛ out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? ❜

❛ i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. ❜

❛ i will cherish these few specks of time. ❜

[nephilimborn]

CANON COMPLIANT INFORMATION : early life ➻ mark / miach blackthorn was born in 1991 of lady nerissa from the seelie court and andrew blackthorn from the prestigious blackthorn nephilim family. raised as an intengral part of the shadowhunter circle, little mark always knew of the fae blood running through his veins, as well as his eldest sister helen did. it caused some trouble, such as the scathing remarks thrown around by other angelborns their age behind their backs, undoubtedly inherited from elders, judging by the even nastier whispers that followed the siblings everywhere they went. nonetheless, life was colorful and kind to the blackthorns, days were spent training, playing, laughing, eating delicious food and watching annoyingly mundane television shows. thoughts of uncertainty, of being an outsider, never crossed his young mind, too occupied with building the perfect pilowfort for his youngests to question his place in the world. that would all change a fatidic night in the city of glass, the home in which they were supposedly safe would never be the same again, crimson ichor tainting the intricate architecture as the glass towers would crumble down ; taking with them every semblance of normality and familiarity mark had ever felt. that was the night he had to shoot his father in the face, the night his adoptive mother's hands twisted and pulled at his neck until it was black and blue. the night mark blackthorn quietly died at sixteen.

the wild hunt ➻ once cerulean eyes opened, painfully adjusting to the darkness that surrounded him, he found himself reborn in the body of a young malnourished man. it is him, translucent skin and golden hair included, the sight rune reminding him of the holy legacy he borns, yet there is no mark blackthorn anymore. the months of torture have ensured his stable docility, a mockery of the angelic runes he is so fond of now decorates his skin, bloody and ragged as he catches his breath poised by gwyn ap nudd's feet. quite a burly man, it unconciously reminds mark of his own deceased father, bringing a chill to his spine. a bittersweet welcome, filled with mud and blood, to what it would be the rest of his life. his days became a blur of charioting through the jeweled skyline between faerie and earth, reaping lost waging souls. his family was dead, or so he had been told, furthermore, the nephilim had evicted fae from the human world and downworlders relations were tense to say the least. yet mark hunter lives on. finding refuge in the comraderie of an exiled unseelie prince, kieran, their relationship one of fiery passion and need ; in those moments is where mark blackthorn comes alive, and he whispers over and over i am a shadowhunter in the space between their mouths.

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