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@rvenbow-blog
❝ childhood memories of wide pastures meant for the harvest are replaced by wide pastures of velvet meant for a different kind of harvest. your harvest begins at the pass of cards and the clacking of plastic chips, etched with your sigil of magic and iconic skill. cards and chips are your medium of showmanship, but your magic lies within fingertips that have seen games of all sorts. you are more than just a witch. you are the KEEPER OF YEARS. ❞ // ♔ — ĸιɴɢ мe…
MINH:
they’re both quiet people it seems–whether it’s because it is in their nature or because they’re uncomfortable with each other, Minh Khiet doesn’t know. all he knows is that the faster this young man stops touching him, the better.
it’s a BITTERSWEET thought. the warmth he radiates is so genuine, so pure, and it gives off the grace that begs Minh Khiet to worship it, to bottle it up and keep it forever. it’s an addicting intangible substance. he knows the effects it can have, and he doesn’t want to be so dependent on it in regards to his magic. here, he can find the ebb and flow of magic, more of an electric shock and fire. it crashes into him like waves, as if shaking him back to strength.
whatever this place is, it’s definitely magical and powerfully warded. it’s not completely a comfort, but it’s something.
it’s S O M E T H I N G.
Minh Khiet just stares blankly at the boy fixing up his ankle, and he would usually protest, would much rather tend to his own wounds ( after all, he’s had worse than this ), but he stays silent, watching the beautiful, raven-haired boy give him medical attention. he STUDIES his movements, his demeanor, his attire–him in his entirety, and he’s nothing like the angels he ones knew. yes, he sees the pride and arrogance in him–but he also sees the yearning for life, the respect for it, the respect for those around him, respect–which is something Minh Khiet never got from SELENE, even after she’d seen his power and given up his body and life to help keep their house from falling to ruins.
angels were THANKLESS creatures.
❝ mm. enchanté. je m’appelle PHILIPPE. ❞
he stood slowly now rolling shoulders to pop as he turned back towards the other. his guard was not lowered and it would be a very dangerous mistake for one to ever think he lowered it. instead his guard was focused elsewhere, such as the few drugged out downworlders that stumbled by them. a narrow of his eyes much like an irritated feline watching prey. the back of his hand gently brushing back leather jacket showing the hilt of seraph blade that begun to glow to the smallest touch. clung, strapped to his side like a statue held bowls, like an actual piece of him that could never be removed. they moved away and remade the choice of trying to come near the injured.
maybe they wanted to help, maybe they were trying to do some good. he could not take such a risk. an agitated exhale of breath through nostrils as he turned on heel to look back at the other. comfortable silence pooling around them only the small mummers of passerby and music that echoed far off in the distance. and right as the hunter felt the need to help more he was saved by the sudden loud, excited call of his name. Alexander! relief that he managed to find help, a friend that so many put down some warlock, no Magnus Bane was much more than that. corners of his mouth tugging into a smile as his frame turned moving to greet the other.
talking, gestures towards, and head tilting as they both looked. he allowed Magnus to take over then knowing when to step out of the way. fidgeting with the straps of his jacket as he found a nice place to lean, to perch. a raven cradled into it's nest of darkness watching what seemed to be a reunited movie unfolding before him. lights and sound faded for a moment as his head dipped back to rest against brick. only a few seconds and he felt the gentle hand of a friend squeezing his shoulder waking him up.
❛ I know this man, Alexander. the fact he allowed you to ... no don't mind that, what matters is I'm here and I will take him. ❜
he did not question, though a few popped into his mind. his gaze shifting from feline gold to the unknown creature. he simply nodded adjusting his quiver giving the hand of comfort a gentle pat or two. emerging from his nest of shadow he rolled his neck to pop, rubbing his nape as he cleared his throat. one question slipped out although it was useless as Magnus could very much take care of himself. ❝ do you need anymore assistance? ❞ although he looked at Magnus when speaking it was more directed towards the injured.
MAGNUS:
magnus laughed softly at alec’s reply, observing the graceful movements of the shadowhunter who was completely absorbed to his element. ❝ fair enough. ❞ he stepped further into the empty room, and he took no more than a moment to glance around his surroundings ; thankfully the area was vast and, for the most part, clean. if he were to be practicing his magic, he wouldn’t want to accidentally BREAK something. especially when others were already wary of his presence. ❝ alright, why don’t we just get right to it ? — as i’m sure you know, warlock magic can be incredibly difficult to evade. might as well start right away. ❞
resting the grip of his staff along his shoulder blades now, arms curled up to drape across the staff. one foot over the other as his brow arched. taking in the sight before him, a warlock that was obvious. little to no long term injuries. he considered weak points before finally allowing his gaze to lock on eyes head tilting with a slight dip. ❝ in order for any thing to be able to fight properly you need to understand what you're fighting. ❞ jaw rolling he turned on heel walking counter clock wise around the other now. ❝ for example ... I'm against magic, agility, ... cunning. but what I never understand is where the magic comes from. through the veins .... through the heart? ❞ he removed his arms now bringing his staff down once again to rest base against floor, leaning against his weapon
MAGNUS:
❛ —— B I G, as in large, enormous, gigantuous. so, now that we’ve established that —– why are you so big ? ❜ inclined over counter, elbows propped up, palm biting into chin. nonchalant air poised round, crown quirked to side, tresses following.
he chewed for a moment or two taking another bite as his shoulders lifted then fell. another spoon full and he was finished. bringing the bowls edge to press against pursed lips gulping the rest down before turning to wash. pushing the handle up as he begun to fill with water and soap, shrugging again out of habit. ❝ I don't know , believe it or not I was one of the smallest in my class for sometime ... now I hover over most. ❞
MAGNUS:
@rvenbow // starter call.
❛ —— why are you so B I G ? ❜
milk spilled over lips as he choked on frosted flakes. hunched over one of the stools at the kitchen counter in the warlocks loft. he found peace here and had actually fallen asleep on the sofa that night. manging to get the gulp of food down he coughed bringing inner elbow to his mouth as brows quirked. ❝ I'm sorry ———— w h a t ? ❞
RAPHAEL:
smoothly, the vampire brought his arms up to cross over his chest, head tilting as the younger finally spoke. an amused but dry laugh is elicited , all with a closed mouth. it was amazing that he was able to pick up on the amount of stubbornness he had without even knowing much of raphael. and it was true. raphael blamed all nephilim : thinking that they should have lived up to their title of being saviors when he was turned and drained his friends of their blood in 1953. it was difficult to let go of a mindset like that when it used to be something held onto with rage. ❛ i’ll listen. i’m always willing to do that, at least. ❜
there was surprise, but Alexander didn't show it. instead he fiddled with paperwork flipping pages as his brow quirked before turning to the other. a long silence, staring, taking any emotion or expression in. and then the archer simply sighed placing the work to the side as he allowed his body to lean against table folding arms across his chest. a wall beginning to build up, strong and sturdy not one so easily broken or cracked. emotionless remained, it was his nature, he was nephilim something all downworlders hated he couldn't blame them. faith leaked from the cracks but were patched enough it was hidden. ❝ I want the same thing you do .... people safe. not just shadowhunters, we caused this in the first place, but all who are caught in the middle. ———— and if we have to work together then hopefully we can at least agree on that. ❞
we’re making two reflections into one cause it’s like you’re my mirror
❛ we’re better than them. ❜
❝ how much blood soaks our hands, Jace? ❞ the archer’s jaw tightened as he stared down at his bow. recurved design and yet ebony metal with runes that lit to his touch etched into the base. often it felt like a heartbeat pumping blood with every single demon they took down. he knew it wasn’t. but a part of him and only a very small part felt sick. he wondered how many times a downworlder saw them and saw the circle. were they truly any different? did downworlders have dark tales of them like mundanes did with monsters? were they the creatures that lurked underneath the bed?
his gaze tore as he moved to strap back on his quiver and bow. fingertips curling around the clips of his jacket giving them gentle tugs in order to make sure they were secure. ❝ we’re just like them … we just think our cause is righteous ❞ how would the world be without them. were they truly the balance that kept everything intact. ( or did the clave tell them that to make them think such a way. ). to control. to enforce. being lead blindly on a leash they called FAITH. what good was coming from it? ❝ ———- the scary thing is they think the same exact thing, Jace. ❞ his tone hardened now as his gaze kept locking on his parabatai.
faith being ripped from the boy who use to follow orders so blindly. who use to believe his people would NEVER betray him. who use to think he was doing the right thing by everyone. and yet he was just like them. a solider fallowing a false prophet hoping a better world could be made. the imagine of such a boy was sickening. as there was no hope, no faith left in his eyes. as if the bright blue colour so many admired was being drained out. life being drained within.
he forced himself to stand then limping slightly due to an injury to his leg. refusing to use a stele he wanted to suffer. he thought he very well deserved to suffer. the world was crumbling down and it was ALL HIS FAULT. ❝ we aren’t better … in fact we might be worse. ❞
[ just a few writing starters ; meme. ]
❛ why did you think this was a good idea? ❜ ❛ what makes you so sure? ❜ ❛ how much further? ❜ ❛ do you ever get use to it ... the killing? ❜ ❛ why are you so angry? ❜ ❛ but you're hurt. ❜ ❛ does it hurt? ❜ ❛ we're going to die. ❜ ❛ I can't move. ❜ ❛ I think something's broken. ❜ ❛ why did you do that?! ❜ ❛ you didn't have to kill them! ❜ ❛ let it go. ❜ ❛ we're better than them. ❜ ❛ you aren't a monster. ❜ ❛ I'm a monster. ❜
✘✘✘ @bravehearted
an ache, a heavy pressure against his chest as ribs felt the need to snap underneath. he was sucking in a sharp breath or attempting to closing eyes sightly. a memory flashing before him a pair of jaws opening to show crimson stained fangs. MOMMY! bone crunching, muscle tearing. a little girl being torn to shreds before his very eyes. unable to reach her, unable to get to her. a reckless choice on his part he was only sixteen. he didn't plan ahead, he didn't think SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM. corpse dropping with a thud and it approached closer, one paw in front of the other. lower jaw opening to attack and soon ———- ALEXANDER!.
cobalt gaze snapped open as he gasped, choked for air. sitting up as sweat clung to skin rolling down hardened jaw and pasting raven locks to ivory runed skin. his body ached ... everything hurt. head throbbing causing him to whimper and lift palm to press to forehead, digits rubbing at temples. a nightmare. more of a nightmare fragment from a memory he swore he had buried. muscle slipping to wet lips as he tossed the blanket away from his frame in order to cool off. moving to sit on the edge of the couch he had been calling a bed for weeks now. what appeared to be a crumbling down abandoned church to most was actually a just slightly worn down institute.
nothing fancy like back home as it had been built before the period of a treaty with the Hale family. working kitchen, bed and bath, a place to work ... it wasn't home but it was close. the most important was the iron gate that stayed locked, unless angelic blood activated it. ( in other words he was completely safe. ). an irritated exhale of breath as he pushed himself to stand wafting his shirt in order to get his skin to dry. groggy making his way to the kitchens in order to prepare his tea. BEACON HILLS HIGH printed on a large folder, papers unkept and sticking out with many notes attached. sitting at his new desk the archer extended legs to rest across, allowing the file to open in his lap as he read bringing the cup to his lips.
❝ it just had to be werewolves .... ❞
alec lightwood + height differences
RAPHAEL:
❛ aren’t you going to defend yourself ? ❜ INTERESTING … and not at all typical. raphael was sure that most shadowhunters would have at least thrown another snide remark back at him. but pure silence ? he wondered if his opinion on nephilim would ever change.
❝ ———— ❞ the silence only continued until he gave of a heavy exhale of breath. allowing his gaze to shift back over, the weight adjusting from one leg to another. ❝ if I tried would you even listen to me? or would you continue with what your mindset of me has already conjured? ❞ he would have continued but he knew better. the last thing the archer needed was to deepen the wound Simon created earlier by not listening. his jaw shifting to crack at joint only for him to turn picking up paperwork, shifting through it. something to keep him busy, something to rid of this hopeless conversation or attempt of.
❝ ———— I never thought anyone could be louder than Simon, and yet here you are. ❞ [ @queenvexing ]
✘✘✘ @iincantatriix
❝ you're never going to let that shoe thing go ———— will you?❞ seraph dagger tip twirling pressed against his fingertip. his other hand gripping the hilt tightly as cobalt gaze lifted to lock on the female. a grin wicked and reynard like tugging at his lips. ❝ for the record they weren't that attractive, something the mad hatter wouldn't even touch.❞ legs kicked out to rest across table tops, scarred brow arching as if waiting for some sense of a reaction.
vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special
MAGNUS:
[ STARTER ; @rvenbow ]
coming into the institute for anything other than meetings or when the lightwoods needed use of his magic started to become less and less of a rare occasion these days, magnus noticed. but if anybody asked, training with alexander was strictly business, lacking all personal intention ; PROFESSIONALISM was important, after all. as he approached the training room, ignoring the looks he received from passing by shadowhunters - he was invited here, they could all screw off - a gleeful smile spread across his lips. ❝ alexander ! ❞ his voice smooth as he called out to him, he ascended the steps gracefully. ❝ i have to say, i’m truly shocked that you haven’t started already. ❞
training room empty, borrowed for the day. he had told his scouts to go elsewhere to do something out of their comfort zone. defending against warlock magic was something he needed to learn, and Magnus might be one of the few that wouldn't try to actually kill him. that he knew of. fingertips grazed along the cold metal that only brightened under his blood heating to the tip. snatching up his feather-staff as his attention casted off towards the sound of joyfulness. he offered a soft smirk in return twirling the staff behind him only to allow the pommel to hit the wood. echo of rune magic crackling in the air as he did so. ❝ you asked me to wait ... so I did.❞
What does he look for in a partner? If ever found being attracted to a downworlder/vampire/werewolf etcetera would he act on those feelings or would he shove them a side for the sake of his family & the institutes beliefs?
Alec never looks for anything in a partner because he’s never looking. Alec is the eighteen-year old leader of a rebel group of misfits that are not only trying to stop the Circle but also stop the Clave and guide them to a better path. Not to mention having the fate of the ENTIRE WORLD resting on his shoulders. He doesn’t have time for love, so he keeps telling himself.
In reality Alec looks for a man who can protect himself, again he’s in the middle of a war. Not only that but Alec’s blood pumps warrior he doesn’t need to be out in the field constantly looking behind hoping his partner is able to defend themselves NO he needs to know they can. His ideal would understand that family comes first, at least for Alexander. Alec would never truly date anyone his SIBLINGS didn’t approve of, mom and dad? No biggy. Jace & Izzy on the other hand, those are the first people that come to his mind, along with Max.
I personally feel Alec would NEVER commit himself to a human being. NOT BECAUSE OF HIS ISSUES WITH THEM. But because that’s against the Clave ( he breaks enough rules as it is. ). but he actually agrees with THAT law. Mundanes to Alec have no business within the Downworld, he thinks they are too reckless and too selfish and they would try to tame and control something they don’t understand, and isn’t theirs to control. So a romantic relationship with a mundane is most unlikely. He also would not want to put them in that danger, just for his own sake of being with someone. As for a downworlder it’s more likely to happen BUT HE WOULD NOT ACT ON IT Alec despite what a certain author writes is not selfish. He would not and does not put his feelings and emotions first, his siblings come first, his mother and father, and then his people / the Clave.
Alec very well feels he does not deserve happiness, he feels he is inclined to save this world / protect his siblings and nothing more ( more so after he finds out what his parents did. ). It would have to be a mighty big push by Jace and Izzy for Alec to actually act on impulse, to know it’s okay to be with someone. This also means Alec would want someone who is willing to take tiny steps who doesn’t shove, who understands that he needs time and a lot of it in order to collect himself and understand what he truly wants. If someone was pushy with Alec I have a good feeling that would drive Alec far away and take away any chance of Alec ever being with them.
