Dec 6, 2017
“Are you getting me something slinky for the holidays? I hope you’re getting me something salacious for the holidays.”
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“Are you getting me something slinky for the holidays? I hope you’re getting me something salacious for the holidays.”
“Who would have thought ten year ago that there would come a day when Shadowhunters practically didn’t exist anymore? I certainly didn’t.”
“I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta. In the name of all that is good, your wrath upon this world... is over.”
End scene. “It’ll be better with the costume.”
“I see how you keep eyeing that book.” Luke grinned. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll take 10% off the price.”
She walked down a single path that would take her through one of the city parks, away from the rows of buildings and the busy streets. It was cool tonight, but not uncomfortably so, and for that she was grateful. Perhaps she should have brought someone with her, but there was a note on her bed back at the Institute and she had her phone.
Her feet crunched on a few stones as she crossed towards a small bridge and leaned up against its edge. Peered out at what was below. Time ticked away and after a couple minutes she pressed on, eventually stepping off of the path and onto some snow. The grass was beginning to show in some spots. She stopped once she reached a rock, a pond just beyond it. Clary hopped onto the stone and gently guided her backpack down to the ground.
She drew in a sharp breath of air and closed her eyes, letting what little wind there was whip against her face.
The world stood still around her.
“It’s considerate of you to check up on me, really, it is.” Luke said, hunched over a box he was slowly filling up with personal item from his desk. Because of long standing relationship with the NYPD, his boss had allowed him to “take as much time as you need, Detective.” in order to mourn and get his family in order. “I’m sure there are bigger fish to fry than visiting an old friend.” Luke cleared his throat harshly. Jocelyn. His other half. He’d fought for her for so long and for what? He felt as if he’d lost the greater half of his heart.