#maclosed*

[thegirlthatsnamedafteraflower]

Rose skips through the campus, making sure to stay out of sight on her way to the boys' dorms. She stops, looking for the correct building before sauntering inside. She sits on the lobby couch, picking the shadiest spot. She chews her lip awkwardly as she waits on Lester, and she smooths out her dress, blinking in the darkness as her legs cross. 

[cruel-candace]

Walking into the place, Candace guided them past the tables towards the bar in the back of the restaurant. Sitting down on one of the bar stools. She was greeted by the same bartender from a few days ago, and smiled back politely. Turning towards Clayton she spoke up. "So, what are we going to drink?"

[littlefrenchiebowtie]

Not What You Think || Marie and Clary

"It’s not running away", Marie had told herself earlier that afternoon as she packed a few things into a suitcase. She had found that repeating it to herself would make her believe the lies. She’d left the school, handed that little slip into the office so that they knew where she was. It wasn’t as if she was doing a bad thing. She was bringing back one of their students. So maybe she hadn’t told Toulouse or Berlioz or Nigel or Mabel. She was doing the right thing, wasn’t she? 

Lugging her suitcase into the driveway of the Peris’ home, she wondered if Mrs Peri had told her daughter. She hoped she hadn’t. She wanted to see the excitement on Clary’s face or a smile at least, and then for them to go to Clary’s bedroom or something because even though it was the middle of summer here, she was kitted out in a jumper, a thick coat, jeans and a pair boots. None of which she would be wearing in Paris or New Orleans.

[littlefrenchiebowtie]

Calling → Fee d'hiver

*VOICE MESSAGE*

Marie: Hey... You haven't spoken to me for about four days and I'm getting worried. Tou's practically ripping hairs out. Call me?

[littlefrenchiebowtie]

Text || Brother 1

Marie: Tou?

Marie: Tou? I'm scared and my room is dark and Berlioz won't pick up his phone.

[littlefrenchiebowtie]

Text || Mon ange

Marie: Youuu'reee a diccckkkk

Marie: where are you??? you just left mee. Like I woke up and you were gone :'(

Marie: see that? Thas me cryeeennn

[dorabeezle]

[Dora examined the liquid in the cup, and all she knew was that it wasn't soda.] I guess there's only one way to find out what it is. [She put the cup up to her mouth, taking a tentative sip.  It burned going down, and she grimaced a little.]  Okay, that backfired.  I'm still not sure.

[sleightlyhigh]

It's great, because I don't have much of a real family, so the Lost Boys are my everything.  You know? [Sleightly continued swaying, enjoying the moment despite the craziness going on around them.]