#electrvcfeel

[lumenae-archive-blog]

and   here   she   thought   she’d   have   a   night   of   rest.   just   tend   to   the   bar,   make   “   polite   ”   conversation   with   her   customers   and   read   her   book   on   the   side.   that   is   until   she   spots   jace   seated   before   her.   eyes   are   given   an   already   exhausted   roll,   attention   ‘pon   the   shadowhunter   now.    ❛     no   damsel’s   in   distress   needing   saving,   tonight   ?     ❜    she   quips,   lips   pursed   and   nonchalance   shown.    ❛     or   are   you   just   here   to   annoy   me   .   .   .   again   ?     ❜    

@electrvcfeel   ♥

[dugoutofashes-blog]

    jace. my eyes are up here. quit ur shit.

@electrvcfeel

[stormnamed-a-blog]

@electrvcfeel​​ / ♛

his words were CALCULATED, that she could feel that with utmost certainty. something about this man was dangerous, and perhaps that was why she had chosen him. he was trying to READ her, but oh -- she knew she as a DIFFICULT person to understand. she had worked hard to make herself so. but she let a LAUGH fall from wine-colored lips as she reached out to take the shot, mirroring him, the alcohol burning down her throat as she swallowed without so much as a WINCE.

                    ❛ i think i can handle more than you assume, but sure. i’ll PLAY ALONG. ❜

[rakshasaschild-a-blog]

@electrvcfeel | continued

“Don’t be an ass,” she quips. A hand holds out in front of her and the other across Jace. “It doesn’t work that way, but it’s not friendly,” she promises. Sparks of scarlet glitter radiate around her fingertips and grow in size until it looks like a flame around it. Eyes flit around the space until she catches a glimpse. “Get your blade ready. It’s a demon, but not a weak one if I can feel them from this range.”

[queenoftheseelies]

                    @electrvcfeel liked for a starter

“If you are here to talk about that kiss, out of all of you, I expect you to be the least upset about it. Or do you wish to talk about your little book club activities?”

[jockhunta-blog]

@electrvcfeel               //              cont.

               ❝     what  ,     don’t   tell   me   you   expected   a     WARM   WELCOME     from   the     undead   ?     ❞         it’s   not   necessarily   that     she     has   anything   against   nephilim  ,     but   her   sire   had   made   more   than   clear   that   they   were   not   welcome  ,     and   veronica   isn’t   about   to   upset   her   without   good   reason  .         ❝     what   do   you     want     shadowhunter   ?     ❞

[magicwcrd-blog]

@electrvcfeel → continued

Head tilts in disappointment. She reaches out, cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at her. “I’m not an idiot.” A brief flourish and a decorative mirror appears in her hand. “You’re getting into fights and most demons don’t go for a punch to the eye. You wouldn’t have let one get that close.” Amita holds the mirror in front of him, focusing on the side of his face with the injury. She looks down his arm, sighing once more. “Gashes?” She assumes there’s glass still inside the wounds. “I get that being a bit self-destructive feels nice for a time, like you deserve it, but you have your parabatai, Clary, and the younger Lightwoods if I recall who all worry about you. Not including myself.”

The mirror vanishes and she takes his arm in its place. Her other hand hovers lightly over it until light violet sparkles appear and cover over the wound. “I can’t heal bruises, but I can pluck out glass. Be thankful I was friends with some young werewolves when I was younger. You’re going to be the reason I have to ask Magnus for some healing spells.” Fingers struggle, curving upwards as if she were physically plucking glass from Jace’s arm. “I do think I have a thread and needle on me,” she says as she sets a shard off to the side.

“Did you come to me because you didn’t want anyone else to know?” she asks. She will tell Clary. He oughta know that. If she can’t slap some sense into him Clary can.

[lumenae-archive-blog]

@electrvcfeel         //         continued  from  here  (   🌟  )

she  laughs  :  a  melodic,  soft  light  lilt  given  that  defies  her  natural  affinity  for  malevolence  but  once  more             per  usual,  makes  myth  and  lore  about  fae  possessing  otherworldly  enamoring  qualities  to  light.  because  she  does.   half  demon,  half  angel.   a  breed  unlike  anything  else.  a  breed  that  in  her  opinion  should  be  the  reigning  faction.    ❛     pity.     ❜    she  matches  the  malice  settled  upon  his  own  tiers  with  one  of  her  own  .  .  .    ❛     here  i  believed  you  liked  me,  somewhat.     ❜    lithe  digits  rub  together,  his  blood  smeared  over  her  flesh  with  a  smirk.   tattooed  cheeks  raise  leaving  her  to  settle  further  back  into  the  seat,  legs  folded.    ❛     you’re  harboring  so  much  unneeded  anger,  jace.   what  i  did  ?  it  wasn’t  PERSONAL.  it  was  simply  politics.     ❜    she  busies  her  bloodied  fingers  with  playing  with  the  glass  teardrop  hanging  from  her  chain  around  her  neck.    ❛     now  there’s  a  reason  i  came.  i  have  news.     ❜    and  oh  what  news  it’ll  be.    ❛     remember  our  rendezvous  we  had  two  months  ago  ?     ❜    she  remembers  it  :  clearly  in  fact.  his  mouth  upon  her  heated  flesh,  calloused  hands  leaving  her  bruised  and  aching                ❛     i’m  with  child. YOUR  child,  i  thought  it  be  best  you  know.     ❜