jamie herondale

independent james herondale of the last hours series. sideblog to goldmonocled. est. 21.12.17. penned by moo.

[ofdemoneyes]

“I would say you have to bugger off if I ever have someone in my room but that someone is almost always Matthew.”

[ofdemoneyes]

“Warlocks are all infuriating.”

He sat back in his seat, seemingly giving up with his line of argument. If Magnus Bane hadn’t given up after hours of trailing around London after him and still at the end of all the hassle decided to save him from the Serpentine, he was sure Ragnor would be ten times more stubborn. And James really didn’t have the energy to try and get his way this time. “I am never making a bet with you again, if you’re not going to even admit I won.” 

[ofdemoneyes]

“You should at least stay until the morning. Lucie would be disappointed if she missed you. And my parents will want to say goodbye, of course.” James had heard Magnus on his way out, leaving bed to catch the warlock before he left. “Why didn’t you tell them? I was going to die if you hadn’t been chasing me.” Not that he sounded particularly grateful for Magnus saving him. “Anyone else would have told them. Not that I don’t prefer it if they don’t know.”

@magnusbanedfromperu gets a random starter that no one asked for

[magnusbanedfromperu]

Magnus looked back at James, an unreadable expression on his face. Now, at home, having caught a few hours of sleep and without his audience, the boy didn’t seem quite as dangerous, just very tired, and Magnus didn’t know what to make of it yet, wished he would just tell him what was the problem so he could help, like Will had done. “I didn’t take you for the type that would care whether others were disappointed or not, James Herondale.”

He rested his back against the wall of the corridor, watching him. “What good would it have done if I had told them? There would still be nothing they or anyone could do. Besides, I told you if you ever wanted to talk to me about anything, that it would stay between the both of us. It doesn’t set a good record to break promises before they are even made. Whatever it is that is worrying you, it is not my secret to tell.”

[ofdemoneyes]

“There are a couple of people who I care for more than anything. My sister and my parabatai are at the top of that list.” He dreaded the morning when he would have to lie to both Matthew and Lucie about the events of that night. He could never sure he was doing right by them by lying to them but at least they would worry less if they only knew half the truth.

He didn’t move any closer to Magnus but his gaze remained steady as he watched the warlock. He, of course, couldn’t answer the first question so simply ignored it instead. “I do not want to talk to you about any problems I may or may not have. If it is something I can’t talk to Matthew about, it isn’t something I would tell you. I am not my father and you cannot help me. If I was anything like him, my life would have always been so much easier.”

[rewriitethestory-a]

ofdemoneyes:

“I couldn’t survive without being able to come here whenever I needed to.”

“Well, my door is always open unless I have a friend around in which case bugger off.”

[ofdemoneyes]

“Trust me, I don’t want to be stumbling across you and any of your friends.”

[truelovegaylove]

[ofdemoneyes]

rewriitethestory:

Anna watches as James steps unsteadily into her flat, pushing down the urge to fret and smoother him figuring if he had wanted that he would have gone back to the institute to be found by Matthew or headed home to his mother. Instead, she directs him towards her kitchen trying to ignore the sheer amount of blood as she fumbles around for her stele suddenly feeling a lot more sober than a couple minutes ago.

Once in the kitchen she pulls a flannel out from a cupboard running it under the sink for a couple moments before passing it to Jamie, “Here, try and clean yourself up a little bit,” She takes a step back, deciding to keep her distance in order to allow him to catch his breath and relax for a moment before she starts covering him with every healing rune she can think of.

He had never anticipated such a fight breaking out. It wasn’t what he’d wanted from his evening and he certainly hadn’t wanted to suffer so many blows. It was a werewolf he’d been fighting with at a Downworlder bar he usually had no trouble with. But this time, he’d managed to do something to piss a couple of them off enough to start a fight with him. And now he had blood drying on his skin and staining his shirt, with bruises blossoming.

Taking the flannel, he begins to wipe the blood from his face as best as he can. He knew Matthew couldn’t see him in this way and nor could his mother. He knows exactly what they would say to him, they’ve both said it all enough times before. “Thank you.” He murmured quietly after a moment, wiping some blood away from his split lip.”This wasn’t my fault, Anna.”

[darahdemonis]

ofdemoneyes:

“You’re in my seat.” James was convinced he was the only one who wasn’t bothered by Magnus’ presence. He hadn’t enjoyed their first meeting and he had hoped to avoid any more. “And that’s my book.”

@darahdemonis

Magnus flipped the page of the book, and without looking up, made a vague humming noise. “You know, you were a much more pleasant infant. What happened to you?” He sighed, wiggling his fingers to compel a drink to appear in his hand — it did, and he took a long sip.

[ofdemoneyes]

A disgruntled look settled on James' face as Magnus carried on. “A lot of things. When I was an infant, my people didn't hate me, I hadn't been bullied by Alastair Carstairs, people weren't scared of me — shall I continue? I can if you want.” He still didn't move, hands sliding into his pockets.

[ofdemoneyes]

notaseamonster:

‘I’m sure you’ve done all kinds of ridiculous things that ended up causing some kind of bother for your parents. I can hardly be blamed for that.’

He would have liked to be able to say that at least he had been more responsible as a professor at the Academy, but that would be a lie. While he had done his job efficiently, he couldn’t deny that he had treated most of the Shadowhunters with a certain degree of either scorn or amusement. Of course, James was one of the rare few he did actually like. And not just because he agreed to ridiculous bets.

“It's Matthew who does all the ridiculous things, like blowing up part of the Academy. And I can and I shall blame you for it, I wouldn't have shot at a chandelier if you hadn't been there.”

He had always liked Ragnor at the Academy, especially whilst James had disliked Matthew. It had at least made him smile a couple of times when Ragnor had had to deal with the blond. Nor did Ragnor ever seem interested in what people had to say about James. Not like the Nephilim teachers who acted far too much like the other students, scared purely because his demon blood gave him an extra ability. But he supposed that made sense really.

[rewriitethestory-a]

ofdemoneyes:

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

[ofdemoneyes]

“I couldn’t survive without being able to come here whenever I needed to.”

[ofdemoneyes]

@rewriitethestory cont.

All he can do is hope that Anna’s at her flat as he all but pounds on her door. He knows he can’t go back to the Institute in such a state, it would give his family a heart attack and who knows what Matthew would do or say. James just silently prays that Matthew hadn’t been able to feel any of what happened to him through their bond. If he was oblivious, it would make everything a whole lot easier.

He stops his knocking as he hears Anna’s voice, whole body aching as he feels the bruises forming and the adrenaline stops coursing through his veins. Now he’s all too aware of each wound, each hit he had suffered from his fight. The hand that had been previously knocking at her door moves to instead cradle his other arm against his chest, relief flooding through him as the door finally opens.

He’s aware that Anna won’t exactly be happy with him for what state he is in but he thinks that maybe he will get off lighter than with his parents. If not, at least he can be entirely honest with Anna. He doesn’t have to protect her from the truth.

“Thank you — ” He breathes out as he slips past her, into the apartment.

[vhsmeme]

* sick starters

‘ you okay in there? ’

‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’

‘ you have a fever. ’

‘ back to bed. ’

‘ i think you’re coming down with something. ’

‘ did you throw up in there? ’

‘ do you need more blankets? ’

‘ you’re really pale. ’

‘ i’ll take care of you. ’

‘ i think it’s time for bed. ’

‘ you sound awful. ’

‘ it was just a dream. ’

‘ can you hear me? ’

‘ woah, don’t pass out on me. ’

‘ is it too hot?

‘ is it too cold? ’

‘ you should take your medicine. ’

‘ i’ll read you a story. would you like that? ’

‘ you’ve been like this for how long? ’

‘ just take the tissues. ’

‘ you’ve been coughing a lot. are you okay? ’

‘ what are you doing out of bed? ’

‘ you look like shit. ’

‘ stay away. you’re one big germ. ’

‘ if you get me sick, i swear to god… ’

‘ use a tissue like everyone else. ’

‘ it’s your fault for going out in the rain. ’

‘ you really can’t take care of yourself. ’

‘ ew! you’re so gross. ’

‘ how’s it going, rudolph? ’

[takexshelter-blog]

SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;

☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain

⚡: how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while they’re pulled over on the side of the road

☆: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo

☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse

☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight

✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

⚈: my muse’s reaction to finding drugs in your muse’s handbag

✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club

☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead

☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home

✖: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good

⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week

☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one

⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before

☉: my muse’s reaction to finding yours in a public bathroom, drugged and almost unconscious

SPECIFY WHICH MUSE ON MINE AND YOUR BEHALF

[ofdemoneyes]

“you’re a good pillow.” - aestheticdriven to counter all the angst

Lowering his book, Matthew had only had half of James’ attention. The boy had given the occasional nod or noise of agreement to appease his parabatai. A small smile crept onto his lips as he reached a hand down to where Matthew’s head was resting on his stomach, carefully putting a few stray hairs back in their rightful places. “Before you start complaining about me touching your hair, I was fixing it. And I’m allowed to do what I want if you’re going to lie all over me.”

Not that he minded. He never minded Matthew. Some parabatai would spend days on end in the training room and it wasn’t as if they went without training together, but sometimes all they would do is lie on one of their beds. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

@aestheticdriven

[musingmemes]

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

[ofdemoneyes]

“Your highness, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My parents would have come to greet you but they’re tied up in meetings so it’s just me for now.”

@strongoffaith

[strongoffaith-deactivated202105]

“That’s alright. It’s good to finally meet you, as well, Highness.”

[ofdemoneyes]

“So, welcome to Wales. Was your flight alright?”

[justrpmemesandmusings]

My muse has died. Send 'note' for a goodbye letter my muse wrote to yours as a precaution, in case something, like it has, should happen

[ofdemoneyes]

“Your highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. My parents would have come to greet you but they're tied up in meetings so it's just me for now.”

@strongoffaith