— CURIOSUM.

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jade-vashi‌:

“I really can’t even eat right now. There’s just too much going on. ”

“well, i can eat and i call dibs on anything you aren’t planning to finish.”

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valiiants‌:

     “ enough is enough. ” said elena firmly, collecting the items before him swiftly yet carefully between both hands and placing them out of his reach on the desk. “ these, ” she began as she turned to face him. “ can wait for a dinner break. or some sleep. your body, though, can’t. you are only harming yourself and i can’t let that. ” she explained, worry weighing on her voice even though she tried to keep herself look as firm as possible. grabbing his hand, she tugged gently, trying to get him to his feet by his own will since she knew she couldn’t possibly budge him. “ come on now, we’ve got your favorites for dinner. i’ll help you with those after that. ”

"elena, don’t — ” quill gasped as she reached forward, collecting the mess of papers on his desk and placing them just out of reach. countless hours of work, gone in an instant. he needed a moment to process. “elena.” her name sounded urgent this time, a glaring contrast to the slow swivel of his head. “i write with ink.” lurching from his chair, quill reached for the stack of papers and began prying apart the sheets but it was too late. dark ink had smeared and bled through everything, obscuring lines of important text and completely ruining his notes. an entire day’s worth of work destroyed. “i’m not hungry.” he fell heavily into his chair, front legs lifting with a shrill whine.

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amararavenscar‌:

     “quill. nice place.” amara shrugs, eyeing what she can from this viewpoint of the home he and elena are staying in. she’s not exactly sure why she’s here, to check upon elena maybe, to see how the younger brother of leo is reacting to all his. she’s never been quite sure where his loyalties rely in relation to his brother and she’s curious to find out. “you’ll have to forgive, i didn’t bring a bottle of wine or anything for your dining room table, but i have a feeling you wouldn’t be offended anyways. though i won’t say no to an offering of food if you’re giving it out.”

quill stepped aside, silently inviting the other shadowhunter into his home. “forgiven and forgotten,” he promised, “although i must say, i am rather curious as to why you’re here. elena is working and the two of us are functioning colleagues at best.” at their worst...well, quill doesn’t really have any issues with amara, but elena is the only person close to leo’s son ( ugh, what a bloody joke ) whom quill seems capable of tolerating. “hm, it’d be a bit of an awkward time for dinner, but we are a snack - friendly household,” he brightly informed the other shadowhunter, “have any specific requests?”

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nathaniiell‌:

@quillwallace !!

     looking down at the address written on a small piece of paper that he held in his hand once more, nathaniel made sure that he was at the right place since it looked like such a huge one for a newlywed couple. he didn’t know why they’d need all that space, but figured he didn’t know any better anyway. so when he was about to approach, he saw the man he was looking for coming from the other direction in order to get into the house. “ quill ! ” he called out, starting to walk towards the shadowhunter quickly. “ hey. ”

quill almost drew his seraph blades upon spotting a figure loitering outside of his home, but realized who it was just as he began reaching for the familiar weapons. “ah,” he nodded at the other shadowhunter’s greeting, “nathaniel. i nearly turned you into a bloody shish kebab. probably not wise to lurk around private property at a time like this, eh?” quill tried to joke, although he was obviously still a little rattled. “need something?” he guessed, eyes drawn to the paper clasped in nathaniel’s hand.

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leowallvce‌:

     “ please, whatever being taller might do right now. ” leo waved a hand dismissively. he was simply done with the conversation, ready to send quill home when he heard him utter the word ‘father’. eyebrows furrowing, leo’s lips formed into a small frown, eyes getting filled with years of hurt. “ don’t – ” he muttered, tone of voice so different from how he’d been talking to quill so far. he sounded… almost sad. but he knew he couldn’t let his weakness show. family. despite everything, despite oftentimes even lying to himself about it, he adored his little brother in the end of the day. and he knew that alone was the reason why he had to keep him away from him, from all this. “ collateral damage. ” he shrugged, the smug grin appearing immediately, his facade almost perfect. “ you don’t even get to be upset or mad about that, quill – had you not taken a leap of bravery for a second and returned, you wouldn’t even know about them. well, aside from that second incident with that wife of yours and her brother – you were here for it, eh ? ”

quill’s brows lifted at leo’s sudden change in tone, his voice softer and...sad. had he stumbled across the one shred of humanity his brother had left? and it was tied to their father, of all people — or quill’s father, anyway. “what, did i hit a nerve?” he pried, “good. you need a reality check far more than you need to avoid comparisons to our father, you phenomenal prick. you’ve always been more like him than the rest of us, but now you’re practically his bloody clone. elevating yourself to some preposterous stature and expecting everyone to simply accept it because of who you are, your cruelty, your disgusting bias towards certain nephilim families simply because of their blood status...it all fits together disturbingly well. i’m surprised i never noticed it before.” quill finally sheathed his blade and gave leo a long, contemplative look. “it’s probably because of the hair,” he finally decided, “father’s was much darker than yours. you likely don’t recall as i assume your most vivid memories of him are all from when you were brutally murdering him...both times.”

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valiiants‌:

@quillwallace !!

      “ hey… ” she called softly, walking into his study in their spacious house, finding him right where she expected him to be. when he returned home from the institute and after making sure the blood on him wasn’t his, elena let him have some space for himself. but later into the night, she wanted to check up on her and see if she could get him to eat finally. “ you’ve been here all evening. ” she stated the obvious, getting behind his chair and placing her hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently as she leaned in, tipping her head to the side to look at him better. “ when was the last time you ate ? ”

he heard her voice, but quill only seemed to notice elena’s presence upon feeling the gentle pressure of her hands on his shoulders. he’d been sending fire messages and sorting through lists, reaching out to all of the potential downworlder contacts he could find information on and waiting for replies. so far it’s been a disappointingly fruitless venture. “today,” quill finally decided, although he didn’t sound terribly convinced. it was really just an answer designed solely for the purpose of placating elena so that she might leave him be for a little while longer.

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rcdxvixen‌:

Hallucination. She suspected this as such, she was even a bit surprised that he remembered her, it had been some time. Life goes on even after death. A part of her was afraid that she was nothing but a memory and the other part feared, that he wouldn’t be as welcoming. But she refused to be just a memory—or rather a hallucination. “I’m not a hallucination.” she moved off the bar stool she was sitting in, and moved closer to where he was, taking in his arm, to turn him to face her. “I’m not in the mood to have this be how we see each other again after so long.” she stated.

“sounds like something a hallucination would say,” he retorted, but something about her seemed different this time. far more real then he’s grown accustomed to over all the time they’ve been apart. quill swallowed thickly and lifted his head, watching her draw closer with that familiar walk — even the gait is perfect, measured and slow with no hint of caution. she’s confident, placing a gentle hand on his arm as he sharply inhales. “valentina...” his brows draw together, lips twisting into a grimace. it’s been so long since he said the name. to do so out of nowhere causes his chest to tighten painfully, skin once marked with a permanent rune beginning to prickle beneath his shirt.

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@amararavenscar​

“ah, amara.” with so many shadowhunters displaced thanks to his brother, quill was no longer surprised by randoms appearing on his doorstep at all hours. friends of elena’s or her insufferable parabatai’s seemed to show up most frequently. “now it’s a proper party — which is something you normally wouldn’t hear unless you brought a snack, but i’m assuming you figured that there was no point since there’s already a full course meal plus dessert on the premises.”

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leowallvce‌:

     “ if you really did manage to go at more than one guard, then i see your studies abroad have actually helped you. i’ll have to say i am quite surprised, brother. and you are welcome for that. ” he smirked, voice all so polite as he spoke to the other shadowhunter before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “ weeks before this. ” he corrected. “ see, quill - i actually planned to send you over to your twin’s side, but one simply can not be kind to you. i see it has not changed over the years. ” it was true that leo wanted to keep his siblings out of this and despite all their fights, quill was still his blood. but just like that, it was too late - he couldn’t wait for quill to reach back so with or without them in wilshire, he had begun. “ do not waste your time on poorly made insults, quill, they barely have any affects, not when you are married to a bloody halfling who couldn’t even be of any use by death. ”

“don’t talk to me like i’m ugly, leonard.” quill scoffed as he lifted his blade again, this time pressing one of the flat sides to his pant leg in order to wipe off the remaining blood and ichor before he...well, maybe he wouldn’t sheath his weapon just yet since leo wanted to talk about his wife so very badly. “i’m taller than you and this jacket is hugo boss.” hopefully he would be able to get the stains out once he got home. quill frowned as he began inspecting the sleeves. “halfling,” he eventually muttered, repeating the ridiculous word with a disgusted scoff, “where did you get that insult from? father? because that’s who you sound like.” even more than that...quill lifted his head, studying his brother and his grand, lonely throne. “that’s who you look like right now. what in the bloody hell have you done, leonard?” for just a moment the facade vanished, quill’s dark gaze welling with despair and disbelief. “all of those people you killed...all of those people you could have gotten killed...” like elena, for example.

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freddiecollinsworth‌:

He couldn’t be sure if Quill was actually taking the fall for him but he grinned. “I’m more than happy to blame a ghost for that.” He rubbed the back of his neck though, if someone were to ask him, it would be impossible for him to lie about it. “Or maybe we just pretend that didn’t happen.”

quill grinned as he pretended to mull over the options freddie had presented him with. “hm,” he finally hummed, “if we’re to pretend it didn’t happen then we’ll have to figure out where that noise came from in the first place so we can do a bit of damage control.” quite literally. “so, if you have any idea what in the bloody hell that was...”

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rcdxvixen‌:

Nodding her head as she agreed when she heard her native language, and though she agreed, she froze yet again. That voice. Her head slowly turning in the direction of that voice, and she nearly had a heart attack. if she was still alive. Sitting next to her was Quill. The man that she had never stopped thinking of since the day she turned into a Vampire. He was sitting no more than a few chairs away from her, but he currently wasn’t looking in her direction. What were the odds of this? of finding her way back to him after all this time. “A long day….week…years.” she stated keeping her eyes on him. He smelled different and yet the same, and it still left a pain in her heart. She’d imagine he’d see her as a ghost even, but this was real. “Quill.” she spoke softly " Mírame“

quill slid into a seat that was secluded enough, forearms resting against the table and glass held loosely in one hand. the taste of liquor was a familiar distraction, but not really satisfying enough for evenings wherein perpetually looming ghosts choose to appear. “hm,” at first he merely waved at the other patron’s words, acknowledging them out of politeness and hoping the conversation could end there, “not now please, valentina hallucination.” realizing the voice sounded painfully familiar, quill reacted...well, rather flippantly, but it isn’t like this has never happened before. he’s used to seeing her, hearing her, missing her. “you know i usually don’t mind entertaining you for a bit, but i’m not in the mood this evening.” when is he ever?

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freddiecollinsworth‌:

It was a tense situation, everyone seemed to be on edge and Freddie was trying his best to just blend in with it all, to listen to what others were saying and just keep his mouth shut. But the smashing of something incredibly fragile turned eyes to him and he couldn’t stop the words coming out of his mouth. “I-didn’t-do-it.” He said it quickly, like it was all one word, his cheeks flushing red.

quill first jumped at the calamitous crashing noise, then at the other shadowhunter who quickly turned towards him. “oh! i know,” his expression morphed quickly from surprise to confusion, mouth twisting into a frown as he glanced at the mess in front of him. “it was me...i think. i suppose it could’ve been a ghost, but i haven’t seen one around recently. have you?” 

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rcdxvixen‌:

@quillwallace - closed starter

Whilshire was a new place for her, she’s traveled as much as she could, with her maker keeping an eye on her. It wasn’t like she could go far, still, she found herself heading to the bar. That would at least help with her cravings, she ordered herself a beer. How long had it been? there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that Quill hadn’t crossed her mind. What would he think of her now? would he see her differently. It was a reality she was going to have to face, that was if she ever saw him again. The bartender placed the beer in front of her and she brought it to her lips before pausing. Valentina could hear the sound of hearts beating around her, but she could smell something so familiar, that it made her almost gasp for air. She couldn’t explain why the scent made her pause, but she turned her attention towards the door, and she saw someone exit. Relief. Why did she freak out? this wasn’t like her, and if she wasn’t trying to appear to be normal, she would have broken the beer bottle in hand. “Dios mio.” she sighed.

he used to frequent bars back during his days of constant traveling, but it’s been a while. partying, drinking, flirting with strangers — none of it felt the same anymore. not since he got married and not since...quill tries not to think about it. most of the time he succeeds, finds something else to occupy his mind with, but merely stepping foot inside the sepulchre bar nearly sends it all rushing back to him for some reason — probably just his growing need for a drink acting up, is all. he ordered the most expensive liquor available and thanked the bartender with a charming smile and enormous tip, sliding a few crisp hundred dollar bills across the counter and wandering off to find a quiet corner to pick apart some paperwork while he drank. “podrías decir eso otra vez.” quill acknowledged a fellow patron’s soft murmur, waving without even glancing in their direction as if to apologize for the interruption. “semana larga.” he explained.

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valiiants‌:

     elena remained silent for a moment, just listening to quill and trying to process what he was implying. when he pulled her in for an embrace she went willingly, wrapping her arms around him and stayed there, thinking about his words for a minute. pulling away a bit to look at his face, there was an upset look on her own. “ baby – i know you’re not lukas’ biggest fan, but… are you implying lukas had always been a part of this ? ” she tried to understand before assuming things, shaking her head as a sigh slipped past her lips. “ quill, you might not know or trust him, but you do know the parabatai bond. do you really believe he could sit back and watch leo try to burn his parabatai alive ? ” rubbing his arm, she shook her head again. “ i know all this – this is too much to take in. let’s just… drop it for now and rest. we will talk tomorrow with our heads clean. ”

“it’s the most logical conclusion.” surely elena didn’t really need that explained to her? quill blinked at her mention of his experience with the parabatai bond — the only visible sign that her words resonated. and they hurt. “he’s the closest person to leonard in both the literal and metaphorical sense. it would be absurdly foolish to assume he knew nothing of what my brother was plotting all this time.” and quill wallace is, above all, not a bloody fool. he folded his arms as elena drew back, stepping around her to continue his pacing. “your personal affections for him are clouding your judgment.” a murmured thought rather than an attempted continuation of their...argument? quill didn’t want to argue with elena, but he also didn’t want her to believe that whatshisface still cared about her at all. it would only end in turmoil, as he undoubtedly knows better than anyone.

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valiiants‌:

     listening to him consider their options, elena tried to think of some herself, but it was rather hard with everything going on. with a sigh elena just shook her head, overwhelmed by all that. “ stop- ” she pleaded, catching quill’s wrist and blocking his way with her body to get him to stop pacing around. “ look, ” she said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “ we are gonna be okay. ” she tried to reassure, hiding her own uneasiness as quill needed her to be the calmer one right now. “ i can reach some downworlder leaders… ” perks of having tons of friends, quite literally. “ not sure about the clave, but our fellow shadowhunters will know we are not siding with him. ” a determined look on her face, she lifted her chin. “ as long as i breathe i will not let anything happen to you, especially not because of that prick, okay ? ”

“if anyone is capable of reasoning with my brother, then i assume it would be that...” quill waved a flippant hand, pulling a face in lieu of saying that awful name. “...parabatai of yours. then again, taking into consideration how close they are and leonard’s peculiar delusion of a familial bond they share, i suppose it’s quite likely that the prick in training has been assisting the prick in charge this entire ti — i never said we wouldn’t be.” his pacing stopped abruptly as elena took hold of his arm and he blinked as she placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “whether or not anything happens to me isn’t really up to either of us, but...” he managed a small smile, warm and encouraging. “...i appreciate your enthusiasm. thank you.” his lips brushed over her forehead in an affectionate gesture, arms sliding around her petite frame and tugging her close.

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valiiants‌:

     he was right. this wasn’t only affecting leo, but also everyone who was in relation to him. that included quill, lukas… even elena herself. she didn’t know just how much would people believe them if they were to try and let them know that they despised all that just as much if not more. and even then, how long would it take for things to sink so low that all those people could be used against leo somehow ? the mere thought of something happening to quill or lukas made elena take a sharp breath, shuddering. “ this… this is not good. ” swallowing, the shadowhunter searched for her husband’s eyes. “ what do we do now ? ”

“no, it isn’t,” quill agreed, frowning. the shadowhunter gnawed absentmindedly on his lower lip as he paced around their living room. what could they do now? “meet with other shadowhunters?” finally he began listing off suggestions — none of which he sounded especially happy with. “attempt to contact the clave? see if we can get into the institute?” and then what? they’ll try and talk some sense into his brother? not bloody likely. “no one will want to be associated with me,” he mused, scratching thoughtfully at his chin for a moment, “i have a few downworlder allies, but i don’t expect any of those relationships to survive this particular obstacle.” while he didn’t sound especially upset about it, the growing frown on his face hinted at a swell of dejection.

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leowallvce‌:

     leo knew about the arrival of his brother before he stepped into the main room. of course he did. hadn’t they been told against it, the guards ( or back up guards, if need be ) would have stopped him. if they couldn’t, the wards would. but leo wanted quill to reach him. firstly, despite all their fighting, they were brothers. he was leo’s blood. every single member of his people knew not to hurt the younger wallace. “ if this isn’t our little alexander. ” leo taunted by adressing him with his birth name, given by their parents. he stood up to approach the other shadowhunter, the hint of a smirk shown on his face. “ yeah ? didn’t know you had a sense of beauty, brother. ” he grinned, pushing quill’s buttons about more than one thing with that. kicking the limb out of his way, the older brother intertwined his hands behind his back. “ tell me, for what did i lose my guard and that antique carpet with this visit ? ”

quill glanced at the severed limb he’d thrown onto his brother’s beloved antique carpet. “hm. rather bold and incorrect of you to assume you only lost the one guard.” he was bluffing. not a single one of his brother’s minions had tried to stop him from walking into the institute, but of course quill raised his blades to them nonetheless. why wouldn’t he? “you’ve been attempting to contact me for weeks but can’t figure out why i’m here.” clearly unimpressed with his own assessment of the situation, quill pulled a face as he folded his arms. “how...disappointing but unsurprising. imagine if you had a dollar for every time someone said a such a thing about you,” posited the younger wallace, “perhaps then you might be able to buy some class for that poor bleached sewer rat you foolishly call your son.” although quill didn’t sound convinced.