demon pox by will herondale. book recommended to everyone. original song is included !
edit inspired by @cursedhim & i’s conversation the other night.

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demon pox by will herondale. book recommended to everyone. original song is included !
edit inspired by @cursedhim & i’s conversation the other night.
❮ ✦ accepting ┊ ❛ STARTER CALL ! ! ❜ ┊ @cursedhim ❯
SKILLED GIRL : DEADLY GIRL ! girl with a sword in her hands , ever so preciously comfortable as if it is a part of her . as if OWN SOUL had been plucked out from her chest && forged into weaponry . SO PERFECT A MATCH IT IS FOR HER . ❛ you look like you've never seen a girl with a sword before . ❜ no threat ! nothing but amusement dancing 'pon fair mien . ❛ && I KNOW that's not true . ❜
❛❛ All I want is freedom. ❜❜
if magnus could roll his eyes any more they would roll right out of his head. there was only so much self-loathing from another that the warlock could deal with or the fact that will kept saying he wanted this or that, but only seemed to COMPLAIN more than being proactive --- or really when he was proactive he went about it all the wrong way. hm, nephilim, he thought to himself as he took a deep breath.
“ than work for it. you just saying it, isn’t going to get you anywhere or telling me, really. if you want freedom, get your freedom. ”
BER DOESN’T REMEMBER THE MEME ;; @cursedhim
@cursedhim // s.c. - accepting *!
he’d had little reason to interact with the nephilim for some time. in fact, he hasn't been on this side of the channel in decades, perhaps even a century. its so hard to keep track of the time. he’d found his own life so many years ago, traveling to continent, and hiding out in florence. it was much easier to avoid the clave there, to go unnoticed and unchecked. he didnt wish to separate completely; despite the warning he’d been left with as a child so long ago, he couldnt deny the shadowhunter blood in his veins. but things had shifted in recent years, radically so. it seemed if he was to ever be safe anywhere, it would be in london. he had survived so long; perhaps here, he could live. when the door opened, he couldnt deny an unexpected disappointment to see the person behind the door was male. this couldnt be tessa. but of course, he would know her, wouldnt he? if alec was right, this could be the herondale. ‘ may i come in? i need to speak to someone...tessa gray? or someone who knows her. ’
@cursedhim // s.c.
“i hope you notice that when i am in someone else’s home, i manage to refrain from picking fights with the residents.” no bitterness or animosity is held towards the herondale for the scuffle they had ended up in previously. he might have complained to magnus about the small burn on his cheek from will’s silver ring for a while after but that was mostly just theatrics. woolsey knew what he’d been doing at the time; poking at a topic he hadn’t been involved in for his own amusement. and a lot more had passed since then, the majority of which woolsey had managed to avoid by staying out of london. but eventually he’d had to return for his pack and the praetor. “i hear you’re replacing charlotte as the head.”
“And what’s your excuse?”
LATE AT NIGHT ⦙⦙ for @cursedhim ! ACCEPTING.
. . .𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐘? he has none. what a cruel twist of fate , that gabriel lightwood will die an untimely death at the hands of henry branwell. who would have thought? green eyes flicker between will , the half-destroyed portal , and the many documents that had been inflamed and incinerated by whatever he’d managed to explode in henry’s lab. face is still stinging with light burns , clothes half-ripped , as he steps on one more stack of papers ; putting out the small flame that is still ablaze . . . mocking him. ❝ . . . it was henry’s fault? ❞ it’s 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. he’s doomed. but then. . . eyes narrow. an excuse?
❝ ───── i can always try to convince them it was 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? ❞
@cursedhim allowed me to bring pain
" come back to bed , ” her voice gentle as she made her way into the library , watching over her fiancé , a book in hand like always . coming from behind , she looked over the tall arm chair , and placed a soft hand on his shoulder , the couple watching as the flame flickered in the fireplace in front of them , keeping them warm on the cold winter’s night . “ thinking about it won’t bring him back , will . you know he wants us to be happy , we will still see him , he isn’t truly gone . ” it hurt to talk about jem , the pair didn’t want to do their friend a disservice in forgetting him , but they did go to great lengths to try and allow him to come as a silent brother , to see them . tessa understood the pain of losing one’s parabati , she could only sympathise with the herondale man . with the institute sound asleep , no one would hear the couple speak about their woe’s , things they only spoke about in private . “ i miss him too , will . ”
“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.” (Lazy drama queen)
Extremely Exhausted Starters
rolling grey eyes at william’s words , the warlock huffed , leaving their shared bed and sipping at the glass of water that sat beside their bed . “ you have to get up my dear , ” her feet slid into woollen moccasins , the fabric warming her cold feet , protecting them from the hardwood floors of the london institute . “ i am tired too will , but they are your children too , and that means you need to help , ” she could hear their babies cries from down the hall . “ you rest up for a while but then , use a stamina rune to keep your strength up will , this isn’t a time to rest . ”