#halexstorm

[jenniferblake-blog1]

“ Well, so much for being king. ”

@halexstorm - Time Period: 1978

“Well, there are always other careers. Besides, look over the history of the world and trust me, most men with crowns on their heads end up getting those heads cut off.” Jennifer said wryly, putting the flash card down. “You know, when you invited me over I wasn’t expecting to help you with your college work.” Not that she minded; things had been tricky with Cora when she’d first inserted herself into Derek’s life and by this point they were able to spend time with one another in general enjoyment. 

“Okay, so never mind Edward IV’s not so wonderful reign, how about we talk about something else?” Jennifer asked, “Preferably over wine?” she cajoled, elbowing the other lightly in the side, “C’mon! There’s a new bar in the french quarter and apparently they have live music! I can be much more help teaching you dance moves than I can revising about monarchies.”

And if she spent a night out it was all the easier to spot people who could fit the role of her sacrifices. She only needed one more philosopher... “It’ll be good for you. I insist!” Jennifer declared, putting the flashcards down and dragging the (jokingly reluctant) Cora to her feet as well, “I’ll even let you borrow my favourite boots; I mean they bagged your brother for me so imagine what they might do for you.” she laughed as the other rolled her eyes. 

[bennctwitch]

" My middle name is misery. ”

Peering over the screen of her Nintendo 3DS, she eyed the younger Hale across the room. “Spirits, you are so dramatic.” Shaking her head, Bonnie returned her focus to her game, thumbs working the D-pad and face buttons as she fought her way to the next level. 

Ever since their “Girl’s Night” Bonnie had made frequent visits to the Bayou for the soul purpose of hanging out with Cora. The two of them couldn’t be any more different, but Bonnie enjoyed her company anyway. It must have been a Hale thing, because they didn’t have to be doing anything for Bonnie to be happy as a clam… which was a really weird way to measure happiness, but whatever. Clams were content and so was she. 

Today she’d dropped in unannounced, left her shoes at the door, and plopped herself down on Cora’s couch. Preemptively at the “make yourself at home” stage of their friendship, Bonnie had whipped out her 3DS and had why-what’s-up-with-you’d her way through an explanation as to why she’d come over. There wasn’t a why, not one that she could explain. Cora was a cold, unapproachable, bitey wall of antipathy, and yet… and yet, she was more. She was someone who listened and who cared, who acted like she didn’t because keeping people at arm’s length was safer. 

Bonnie didn’t know what it was about surly tempered werewolves that drew her in like honey. Maybe it was the fact that it was pretty antithetical to her own temperament, and the balance made her happy, kept things chill. She wasn’t about to question the magic. 

Finally reaching a save point in her game, she flipped the screen down and set the 3DS aside to look inquisitively at Cora. “Alright, Cora Misery Hale. You want to see what trouble we can get into? I’m all yours.” Bonnie shot the wolf a grin.

[neverstopstalking]

@halexstorm​

After he’d turned, Raphael had taken a shine to him. Maybe out of duty in the beginning, to take care of the fledgling that had no where else to turn after the former vampire leader turned him without his permission. Regardless, the two had grown close in that short span of time. Which was why Simon shouldn’t have been surprised, he supposed, when Raphael was so hurt when Simon had put Clary and her needs over the rest of the vampires.

That had been years ago at this point, but how swiftly he’d lost that connection still hurt Simon. He didn’t regret helping his best friend, but he did regret hurting Raphael in the process. It had wound up being safer for him to just...leave New York entirely, to find another little clan of vampires to take him in. He’d kept in contact with his little band of Shadowhunters.

But he was back in the city now, having missed his friends too much to really stay away and hoping Raphael’s vampires weren’t out for his head anymore. What he wasn’t expecting was to actually run into Raphael one night when he was heading from Luke’s to the Institute. Had his heart still been beating, it would have flipped in his chest. As it were, he shifted awkwardly on his feet, hands shoving deeper into his jacket pockets.

“Ah, hey. Long time, no see...?”

[breakablexhearts-blog]

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                       Could she blame the warlocks concern considering the circumstances he was in. It was the cause of her sudden waking a cold sweat still damp on her skin && a pit in her stomach. The nephilim could not help but rest her mind but rather then return to the cold of the couch Isabelle had slipped to the warmth of being at his side. In the luminescent glow she gives him a soft nod, ❝I'm fine.❞ Though her features spoke of the worry that lingered on from the nightmares. ❝I'd just rather be close in case something comes creeping in the shadows...❞ It is an excuse that falls from her lips, in that moment all she sought was the comfort in the still beating of his heart instead of the diminishing one that haunted her dreams.

[usedtobemagnus]

@halexstorm replied to your post “dutifulprettyboy: TRUST ME! IT GETS WORSE THAN MY CHILD BEING SHOT!...”

=O I haven't even seen what you're talking about yet but I'm following this exchange with popcorn.

It’s AWFUL AND I’M SO SAD!!!!

[rangcrrick-blog]

@halexstorm

Even after being at the New York Institute for over two years, Lucas still kind of felt left out. A lot of the other Shadowhunters were older than him, didn’t take him as seriously. Or they knew about what happened in Texas and were wary of him messing something up.

“Hey, you need some backup on patrol tonight?” he asked, coming up to his fellow Shadowhunter. He was already ready to go out, dressed, Seraph blade tucked away He offered a smile. “I’ll come along?”

[vampirenerdling-blog]

@halexstorm

“I’m not entirely sure that I want to answer that question.”Kat wiped a dribble of blood from her lip nervously. Eyes raising to meet those of the nephilim standing before her. “I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t mean too.”It wasn’t like she’d been trying to make someone her lunch, quite literally. The mundane laid at her feet barely breathing, and she herself was borderline panic attack because not only had she been caught, but she’d been caught by a shadowhunter of all things. And that didn’t subtract from the fact that she’d lost control, and it could’ve been one of her dad’s laying at her feet almost dead. She was just playing Pokemon Go. She hadn’t thought she’d be that hungry--- thirsty----whatever. The Tauros wasn’t worth the dead guy at her feet. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she realized that she’d actually killed someone. She’d heard his heart stop. “Damnit, I’m sorry....I’m sorry.”

[scrpcntinc]

@halexstorm

Vincent was starting to regret staying in New York when Valentine resurfaced. He should've just packed up and gotten out of town until it was all over. He wouldn't be wrapped up in what he was now had he done that.

But no. He'd stayed. And Magnus had enlisted him and another Warlock to assist him in making a tracking spell that would hopefully get past whatever wards and protections the man had set up and actually finally find him. Magnus had given them the spell, it was just up to him and Audrey to get the stuff for it together and work it. Which with how complex it looked was easier said than done.

"I've got a contact over in Egypt looking some of the...more exotic ingredients," he commented as he leaned against the counter in his shop, looking the spell over again. "I should be hearing from him some time tomorrow." Lord knew he was paying a pretty penny for results.