#fairchiild

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @fairchiild​ asked:   “i only have eyes for you, you know that.”

Reverse Jealous / Possesive Meme. II accepting

                 he looked at her, before a soft smile formed upon his lips. leaning down, he gently kissed her cheek before straightening again.  ❝  i know,  ❞ he stated softly, before shaking his GOLDEN head. he knew all to well how she felt about him, but that did not stop the worry of her FINDING someone better for her -- - someone more NORMAL & willing to remind her old lifestyle. 

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @fairchiild​ asked:   “he wasn’t flirting with me, calm down.”

Reverse Jealous / Possesive Meme. II accepting

                 ❝   clarissa,  ❞   he finally spoke, as he forced himself out of his inner RAGE.turning to face his girlfriend, his tawny hues darkened as they narrowed into a SLIGHT glare.  ❝   have you forgotten that you also did not realize that SIMON, your best friend, was in love with you for years?  ❞ he reminded her as he thought back into the CONFESSION the boy tried to give in the coffee shop. though it was a while back, he could still remember the twitch of annoyance form within him. he remembered that he was glad that he had COUGHED to catch her attention, before leaving the shop all together -- - hopeful and GLAD when she had followed him out. 

                           but now, even as she sat before him, he could feel those POSSESSIVE traits stir within him again. this new boy -- - a stranger, making slight moves upon her, his hands on her shoulder as he LAUGHED at her joke. he remembered the way his hand retreated as jace came over and pulled her back into his arms. he also saw the LOOK on the boys face, as clary looked up to smile at him in greeting. the look of FEAR and ANNOYANCE at having lost his target.   ❝   you really do not have the best track record of knowing when someone is FLIRTING with, rather then just trying to be your friend.  ❞

[fierceheartsa]

@fairchiild​ asked: „ no , you are strong ! “ // phrases that really hit you where it hurts.

                        isabelle clenched his jaw , before she slowly shook her head. „ that’s where you are wrong , where everyone of you is wrong. you always think i’m the strong one. “ , she huffed , eyes teary as she replied and looked down on her shaking hands. there was just so much more a strong mind could take. losing her brother made her realize she wasn’t that strong. if she was , there was no way max would have died back then , if she was strong , she wouldn’t let it affect her the way it did affect her. if she was strong, s he wouldn’t be sitting right here now , almost crying , because she just couldn’t take all of the pain anymore.

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @fairchiild​ asked:   [ wall ] 

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  . II accepting inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )                                       [ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

                            their kiss started innocently at enough, LIGHT and FRESH. it was a kiss that would end the evening, as he had walked her to her room. but soon, the HEAT of passion began to flow through him, as their kiss DEPEND. he could feel her hands trailing his chest, sparking the FEELING of desire as her fingers traced his muscle. in turn, one of his hands wound its way through her red curls, holding her to him as the other traveled down her back. 

                               as his hand traveled down, he found himself lifting her into his arms, his body cradling her against him before he PUSHED her back against the wall. pressing himself into her, his hand freed itself from within her hair, in favor of traveling down towards her thigh. 

[flavacultro]

* soft angst starters       fairchiild said:‘ we’re out of time. ’ [//okay but....Clary and Jo hunting together maybe??]

"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔." the hunter shakes her head at the other’s attitude, as she carves the knife to her palm and digs deep until blood begins to poor. “I know a way out alright, just, keep them distracted until I do this.” angels on their tail, for some reason. jo isn’t sticking around to find out, and begins to trace the angel vanishing sigil before them in her blood, she tries to do it fast before pressing her hand on it and it’s illuminated with a white glow, the room is filled with it and once it’s gone, the angels were nowhere on sight. “I can’t believe this actually worked. thanks boys.” and she mumbles the last part under her breath, eyes looking at the redhead. “see? all good.”

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @fairchiild​​ asked:   ‘  💔 ‘

the meme II accepting A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME  bc  who  needs  soft  kisses  when  you  can  have  This   ! (   send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like.   )

                                              16.  a  kiss  to  gain  control.

                             they were in the kitchen of luke’s FARM HOUSE. the pair had decided to stay in for the evening considering everything that was going on. however, as the night went on, hunger had bested them and instead of going out to eat, jace had OFFERED to cook her a meal, but not before making her PROMISE not to tell a soul of this particular talent. though at first teasing ensued, mostly on his behalf, he soon began prepping a classic dish, pasta with various meats within its sauce. as the meal began to heat, he placed the fire on a small flame before turning to face the RED HEAD, 

                               with a coy smile on his lips, he watched as clary cleaned the kitchen to make space for the pasta to drain. slowly, he walked over to her, his steps SILENT thanks to the runes he had drawn on before leaving the institute. carefully, he slipped his hands around her waist, before pulling her back towards him.  leaning forward, his lips began to TRAIL up her neck, before turning her around to face him. pulling back slightly his amber hues DANCED like FLAMES before he leaned back down to claim her lips as his own. 

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @fairchiild​ asked:   Tell me

 Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer… II accepting

                                        If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[ ✘ ] Cuddle with you

[ ✘ ] Be like “How in the world?”

[] Let you sleep on the floor

[] Become angry

                    If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[ ✘ ] Kiss or hug you back

[ ✘ ] Smile and laugh

[ ✘ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable

[] Push you away

[ ✘ ] Be shocked

[] Strike you

                                    If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No

[ ✘ ] Yes

[] Most certainly not.

[ ✘ ] Without hesitation.

                                                                    You are:

[ ✘ ] Cute

[ ✘ ] Adorable

[ ✘ ] Attractive

[ ✘ ] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Ugly

[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

                                                                      You are to me a:

[] Stranger [] Acquaintance [ ✘ ] Ally [ ✘ ] Friend  [ ✘ ] Love [] Rival  [] Enemy                                                                     I find you to be: [] Pathetic [] Off no consequence [ ✘ ] Intriguing  [ ✘ ] Frightening  [ ✘ ] Unsettling  [ ✘ ] Annoying  [] Infuriating  [ ✘ ] Pleasant company [ ✘ ] Comforting  [ ✘ ]  Unable to be lived without  [ ✘ ] Trustworthy

[faehir-a]

❛ @fairchiild​​  ❜  ―  “Do you think you can make me one of these?”

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 surprise, rarely had Clary ever requested that he make something for her, especially not something involving magic. But even then, that was not what caused him to be so surprised ― he had never used his magic for her because she had never asked, not because he was against it ― was the nature of what she requested that left him confused and curious.

    His green eyes followed her gaze, landing on a very precious painting on his wall. A moving painting. Him, his parents and his little sister, sat together in their garden; surrounded by flowers and pixies and nymphs blending into the background as they laughed, Elian pulling his sister close into a hug as his parents kissed. It was a dream he had had once, and had pulled out of his head, saving it into a frame. Because of his magic, and of his memories of those beings, they retained a bit of personality ― a bit of life, and could interact with the world of the living, Elian could see his sister pointing at Clary. Could almost hear her soft voice asking whom that was.

    ❛ Of course I can, if that is what you wish... ❜ he replied carefully, still very interested in know what she wanted him to bring to life. ❛ That one is a dream, one I had many years ago. But I can do it to any of your drawings or paintings. What do you have in mind?  ❜