STORY / OWNED.

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@risenphoenix 

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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. 

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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.      ’

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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.

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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?        ’

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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.         ’  

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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.        ’  

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dievoted‌:

@storyowned   –   helo and isabelle announcing on instagram live that she’s alive,  and they are back together.

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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.    

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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.      ’  

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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.      ’  

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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.   ’  

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@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?      ’  

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unspokengrief‌:

self care is getting so drunk that you forget you hate yourself

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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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i’m fighting to continue queueing replies,      but i also have a migraine of epic proportions.          the struggle is real,   y’all.