#ask:emma

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"So, how did it feel to be an Avenging Angel?" Julian asked Emma, though he had a feeling he suspected her answer. They had been Parabatai up until their gigantic transformation, so their feelings had been entwined. Julian felt like it was right to ask now that their bond had been severed and mended with a newer, lighter one. Now they could love like everyone else: freely.

“Hot.” she simply answered, looking up into his gorgeous blue-green eyes which always reminded her of the ocean. She could lose herself in the depth of them easily and felt like she was doing so once more. “You?” 

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"I deserve to hurt. I deserve to bleed." - Julian to Emma

"No, you don’t. This-- It wasn’t your fault.” 

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"Color choice is everything. Each one provokes a different feeling. Did you know red induces anger? It's why it was used to provoke bulls." Julian paused, figuring the facts he was sharing weren't important. "Sorry, I'll shut up now." He said as he dipped the brush once again.

Emma watched his movements with rapt attention. There was something undeniable elegant about a painter’s strokes, but even the way he would clean his brush or add some new color was mesmerizing. Although the blonde wasn’t all that interested in some of the facts he knew about color, she did pay close attention to everything he was saying. Mostly because she had missed this. She’d missed this more than words could say. A Julian who felt and was passionate again. To think she might have lost him forever.

“No, don’t. Tell me more.”

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“Beige is usually a neutral or bluff wire.” - Julian to Emma

White collar | @parallellives

“So cut it then. One less wire to worry about.” She wasn’t trying to rush him, but being tied up like this, Emma had rarely felt this useless. And a bomb of all things? The Shadowhunter wanted to die a glorious death, not because of something as mundane as a bomb. 

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✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger [ for emma ]

Send a symbol || @ofangelicblood

As good as Jace Herondale. To Emma, it had been one of the biggest compliments anyone could ever give her. After all, Jace was someone she had always admired and looked up to. He was somewhat of a hero to her. But even heroes needed saving from time to time. 

With her broadsword in hand, Emma hurried deeper into the darkness, the only light shining from the witchlight in her hand as she tried to find her way in this maze of tunnels. The blonde wasn’t afraid, adrenaline filling her from head to toe and preparing her for the fight she knew was about to come. They wouldn’t leave a Shadowhunter unguarded, after all. 

Only, when she reached the right cavern, it seemed as if they did. Weird. Despite the hairs in the back of her neck standing on edge, and her gut telling Emma to stay alert, the girl still rushed forward to free Jace from the binds around his hands and feet. It also seemed like he was unconscious, so she’d have to carry him. 

No sooner had she managed to free his hands or she heard a noise behind her, and instinct took over as she spun on her heel, grip on her sword tightening only for a moment. After all, if she held it too tightly, she couldn’t wield it easily. Emma hadn’t even seen the attacker yet, but the pungent stench of trash and urine filled her nostrils. Demon. She lashed out fast, only to return within her awaiting stance in a matter of seconds, ready for any move from the other. 

Emma would keep Jace safe. Even if it was the last thing she’d do. That’s what she kept repeating to herself as she parried the demon’s every move, slashing left and right at it’s stinking skin, and all the while ignoring the burn on her skin whenever some of its ichor splashed upon her. In a way, it was satisfying, because with every burn she felt, she was getting closer to victory. 

As the creature finally whimpered, crumbled in on itself and she knew for a fact she had won, Emma turned to face Jace, a huge smile upon her face. 

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♦ - Julian

@parallellives | first word

“Parabatai.”

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"Tell me we're doing the right thing." - Julian to Emma

She couldn’t. Emma desperately wanted to tell him this was right, that this was the only way, but just thinking about it already BROKE her heart. And so after looking at him for several beats too long, she finally turned away. It was best to just leave this room now, before she couldn’t hold back and every bit of PAIN and ANGER she’d been keeping in would finally come spilling out. 

He might be able to shut off his emotions, but she wasn’t like that. And she wasn’t as cowardly as running to Magnus and taking it all away either. 

“You tell yourself what you want, Julian. I’ve got to go. Someone’s got to keep an eye on Ty. “ He wasn’t even that anymore, the brother his family knew and loved had gone, too. What an asshole. And by the Angel, how she still loved him. Emma would never stop loving him, and maybe that was her own curse then. 

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💋 Julian to Emma

@mijnhelden​ || kiss meme

Emma knew he needed this. Despite him kissing her completely unexpectedly, the blonde knew it was something she shouldn’t --couldn’t deny him now. He had been broken one too many times lately. 

Hungrily, she returned his kiss as she moved backwards on her own accord, knowing he’d follow the taste of her lips. Fingers traced gentle patterns along the bare skin at the back of his neck, drawing runes without a stele out of habit as if whispering words only for him to hear. 

It was beautiful. It was raw and passionate. But most of all, their kiss was devastatingly  SAD.