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izzy lightwood deserves love. do u know who is loving her at this moment? no one , and it’s a crime.
praesaes, daniel + lennon.
it’s the last thing he had of her . no pictures , no objects to remember her by . just this necklace . and now she is here , in his arms once more . she’s with him & he won’t let her go . can’t . fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt and he pulls her tight to him when she kiss him : and it feels an awful lot like coming home . everything about her is something so safe and comfortable , something he has missed every day ever since their fight . the kiss is almost desperate : needs to feel her . needs to know she is really here and it’s just not some flicker of his imagination .
𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, she feels safe : strange how his touch provides the illusion of protection while they stand in the midst of a literal war zone. buildings emptied of the people who once lived here, imminent threat lurking behind walls of steel, yet she feels untouchable. feels like she can take on the world with him at her side. eyes squeeze shut as lennon clutches him closer ( not close enough, never close enough ), borderline clinging to him under the thick blanket of night. breaks away only when she’s panting for air, and even then, forehead rests against his, hands shifting to cup his jaw. ‘ i still love you. ’ there’s no hesitation, no fear of rejection ; even if he pushes her away, she’s lost too many people now. knows the sting of death with bitter intimacy & refuses to let him go another minute wondering if she still feels the same. ‘ that hasn’t changed. ’
i know that you're down at the moment, so i wanted to pop in here and tell you that you are so unbelievably loved! you are so crazy strong and a force and remarkable. i hope life is kinder to you and treats you nicer asap. in the meantime, i am sending you all the positive vibes
thank you so much for taking time out of your day to send this kind message. ♥♥ i need this more than you can possibly know.
komtona, john murphy + isabelle lightwood.
doesn’t know how to categorize these feelings : not while sober , not while drunk & not while high . nothing makes sense , but without her : everything just feel empty . something missing . and nothing numb it down , no matter what he does . no matter who he is with . ( tho , that’s something he has given up as a whole . ) frustrated sigh escapes him while hand comes to rest on doorframe : give some balance to drunken form . ❛ i’m sorry , okay ? ❜ dark gaze flicker up beneath needs to be cut hair , small shake of his head . ❛ just . . . ❜ hand runs across features . ❛ nothing makes sense anymore . ❜
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. hasn’t slept with anyone but him in months, hasn’t even looked at anyone but him. used to push him away the moment she came, but now she wants him to stay. misses him when he isn’t around, and maybe that’s the most dangerous part of all. he means something to her. he means a lot to her. ‘ you left. ’ expression falters, though she’s quick to smooth it back over; doesn’t want him to see how hurt she is. how much she aches for him. ‘ why are you here, murphy? what do you want? ’
octeiva·, octavia blake + kyle wick.
wick / @storyowned liked for a random starter
❛ really? ❜ a hiss slithers from between her teeth. ❛ and who do you think YOU ARE to stand there and JUDGE ME ? ❜
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤. you pissed off the slightly crazy blake who just held the entire dining hall at gunpoint. really doing a great job of flying under the radar, buddy. hands held up in surrender, kyle gives a quick shake of his head. ‘ not judging, ’ he defends, though he doesn’t back away. doesn’t retreat, despite the grit of her jaw and lethality of her stare. instead, he simply lets his hands drop to his sides, brows furrowing just so. ‘ just . . . 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝? think we both know this isn’t you. ’
komtona, valerie madera + kyle wick.
startled when concentration is broken by his hand on chair : but it drifts rather quickly to annoyance when hearing his voice close to her . watch the half drawn sketch being pulled from before her & she turns on the chair , dark gaze shift up to him . ❛ unfortunately i’ve had to spend too much time with you lately . ❜ it’s a low grumble while one hand reach to grab at his jacket so he won’t get away , other reaching out for the drawing . ❛ give it back . ❜
𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. doesn’t seem like she’s too upset about it, either, considering she’s wasting precious free time sketching his face. and though she’s too fast for him to dance out of reach, he can certainly hold the drawing up high. make her work for it, if she wants it back so badly. ‘ too much time, yet you’re spending more time drawing my face. makes sense. ’ wicked smirk playing across his expression, kyle reaches down to curl free hand loosely around her wrist. ‘ you gonna let me have it when you’re done? seems only fair, since you’re using my face for inspiration. ’
dievoted:
@storyowned – helo and isabelle announcing on instagram live that she’s alive, and they are back together.
praesaes, daniel + lennon.
it’s been so long of just surviving . putting everything else at the back burner : because staying alive was more important than dealing with grief and loss . but it’s crept up on him from time to time , when it was silent . when they couldn’t move ahead . when sitting guard at night . when he was alone , away from the small group to find supplies . just like now , which is why he wasn’t sure if she was even real or if he was losing his mind . but she’s really here . she is hugging him back , she is warm against him , feels familiar and safe & there’s nothing that can take that away from him now . he can’t lose her again . thought she was dead for so long , but his love for her had never wavered . never gone away , still warm in his chest . ❛ i know , baby . ❜ pulls back just enough so he can look down at her : hand goes to cup the side of her face . ❛ i’m sorry too . ❜ thumb brush across cheek . ❛ i . . . ❜ tug of a smile while hand reach into one of his pockets , dragging out the necklace he’d gotten thrown in his face by her . ❛ still got this . held on to it , after . . . ❜
𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭, but remains otherwise untouched by the nightmare they’re living. almost a perfect representation of what she feels for him: love that’s a little marred by words exchanged that fateful night, but otherwise just as strong. just as all-consuming. small crease of brow as gaze flickers from the glistening chain to his familiar stare; though they find themselves in the midst of a literal war zone, she’s never felt more at home. with a soft / desperate noise, lennon lurches towards him, hands lifting to anchor in the hair at the nape of his neck. lips meet his desperately, feverishly, all the yearning and the mourning and the missing pouring into singular kiss.
praesaes, daniel + lennon.
the last memory with her wasn’t exactly something friendly or good or what he had wanted to remember her by . wanted to remember her smile and laugh , the way she looked while still sleeping & the sun was just coming up . remember the good with her . and now she was here . alive . ❛ i . . . i looked for you . ❜ but everything was chaos & he couldn’t find her . didn’t know if she was even alive . there’s a tug of smile , and maybe they had broken up : but there’s no hesitation when gun is placed to his back and arms wrap tight around her shoulder , one of his hands going to the back of her head to pull her close . ❛ i thought i’d never see you again . ❜ muffled into her hair , eyes close for a moment . soaking her up , coming to terms with the fact that she was actually here .
𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, and yet she folds into his embrace like it’s where she belongs. so many lonely nights spent pouring over their final moments together, the way tears streaked both cheeks as she hurled her necklace in his face. given the chance, she would do so many things differently. and though she can’t change what happened then, lennon sure as hell won’t squander what the universe gives her now. all but clings to him, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt to draw him close. face buried in the crook of his neck, a strangled sob catching in the back of her throat : even now, even after all this time, she still loves him. never stopped, not even for a moment. ‘ i looked everywhere for you. ’ voice cracks under the weight of her emotion, eyes squeezing shut as she breathes him in. he’s alive, they’re alive : it’s all that should matter. ‘ i’m so sorry for what i said. daniel, i --- i missed you so fucking much. ’
dievoted·, helo + isabelle.
@storyowned , random
he approaches her from behind, not sure why he would expect to find her here – but maybe, perhaps, if roles were reversed, he would’ve done the same thing. the wind is loud that morning, grey clouds covering the sun as if it knows izzy is going to be there that day. this time, helo doesn’t have flowers – after all, why does he need to bring them now? when he steps into the empty space beside her, he looks ahead of them and reads the words on the faded stone: rest in peace, isabelle lightwood.
‘ i guess we can just take that away now, huh, ‘ helo admits quietly, earthly hues focusing on the words as his hands are shoved into his jacket’s pockets, standing beside a woman that he can no longer call his own.
𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝. the worn and faded words don’t seem real, but then again, none of this does. how many of her friends and family stood in this very spot, mourning at the foot of an empty grave? how many trailed fingertips along the stone, wishing for just one more glimpse of her smiling face?
she isn’t surprised when he comes to stand beside her. of course he’s here, the anniversary of her death enough to lure him from his home. of course he came alone, the memory of losing her still too fresh for him to share, not even with his wife. dark gaze lingers on the headstone, arms hugged to her chest. he’s right there beside her, and yet it feels like there’s an ocean between them. ‘ leave it, ’ she argues quietly, voice uncharacteristically low. burdened not by grief for herself, but for all that she’s lost. ‘ a reminder of what those years stole from me. ’
praesaes, daniel + lennon.
the town seemed to be abandoned . small town , everyone seemed to have left in a hurry after everything went to shit . marlow had decided that they’d split up and meet back at the town square after an hour : gather supplies . which didn’t seem to be a problem . something happened , they would hear it . gun has become a familiar weight between hands , and he’s moving quietly compared to before . still empty bag thrown over shoulder and he’s looking over his shoulder when cold metal meet his chest . automatically hands are raised & weapon aimed at their head , finger on the trigger . would have shot , but there’s something familiar about her . he’s come to terms with maybe never seeing people he knows and loves again ( at least he thought so , but maybe he’d just pushed it to the back of his head for the time being . ) but she’s here . ❛ i . . . ❜ short breath , blink of realization before gun is lowered to his side . eyes flicker across features as if expecting her to disappear at any given moment . ❛ you were gone . ❜
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, she can’t help but wonder whether it’s really him. he looks different, more muscled and filled-out. ( guess that’s what constant near-death experiences do to you ). gun drops to her side as wide eyes trail over his features, breath catching in her throat. the last time she saw him, they were breaking up. but now he’s here, standing right in front of her, as the world crumbles all around them. ‘ so were you. ’ because even though they weren’t on good terms when shocks of electricity pulsated across the night sky, she’d looked for him. of course she looked for him. no matter where they stood that night, he was still . . . daniel. her daniel. ‘ you’re alive. you ------ you’re alive. ’
@praesaes, daniel + lennon.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. endless, suffocating silence interrupted by pulses of electricity, sharp reminders that everyone she knows is dead. at least, that’s what she assumes, considering cell towers are down and she hasn’t seen anyone in days. still, finger hovers over the trigger as she moves quietly down the street ---- she learned the hard way to always be prepared. ( her brother’s death still plays on an endless loop in her mind, the way the orange ball of light ripped him to shreds, his screams ringing through the night a sound she’ll never forget ). back pressed to cool cement building, lennon rounds the corner, barrel of her gun first ------- only to collide with a very alive, very strong body. hands act on instinct, thumb cocking the gun and preparing to shoot. only then does she hesitate, brows furrowing as familiar gaze locks with hers. ‘ ------- daniel? ’
unspokengrief:
self care is getting so drunk that you forget you hate yourself
komtona, john murphy + isabellie lightwood.
it’s nothing new for the pair . one or both of them drinking ( mainly izzy . ) and it usually wouldn’t take long before they were in exactly this position . her in his lap , commandeering his attention fully to her . and it’s not like he’s complaining about it . rather enjoy it : because while his full attention is on her , hers is on him & he wouldn’t have it any other way . ❛ true . our one good deed for the night . ❜ hand goes up her side before curving against her jaw : grin upon features growing only bigger , eyes takes her in . already knows what she wants him to say , but takes his time . gaze draw in her eyes & dark lashes surrounding them , down to the bow of her lip : takes in everything that makes her her . thumb brush over lower lip before a soft kiss is pressed in it’s wake just moments after . ❛ you’re so beautiful , iz . ❜
𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, but for this, she’ll wait. she’ll draw an unsteady breath as his warm gaze tracks over her features; will kiss him back so softly, gently. will take her time drinking him in, the fervor of his words washing over her / sending a tremble down the length of her spine. ‘ now say you love me, ’ she breathes, lips ghosting against his as she leans into his chest. the pounding music, the crowd of people, even their two best friends ---- all of it slips away in favor of getting lost in him.
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