#ofboadicea

[shadowsgrew]

ofboadicea liked for ✰ a starter.

Lips pressed together as he rested a hand against the hilt of a seraph blade at his waist. Blue eyes narrowed slightly as they rested on her, brows rising.

          "And just where do you think you're going?"

[siihir-blog]

Kisses his nose ( 20 bucks says she got embarrassed && chickened out of kissing him smack on the mouth oops )

PUCKER UP (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

scrunches face

[muchsimplcr-blog]

' & maybe one day jessie just comes into tessa’s room visably shaken, she describes how she feels & how scared & wrong she thinks she is. ' t HE ACTUAL FUCK??? NOW I'M IMAGINING SHIT HOW DARE

unladylike ;; JESSAMINE LOVELACE WHO ALL HER LIFE DECIDED SHE WAS GOING TO BE WHAT HER PARENTS WISHED HER TO BE. WHO THREW AWAY WHO SHE REALLY WAS & HOW SHE FELT BECAUSE SHE BELIEVED IT TO BE WRONG TO HER FAMILY’S MEMORY. JESSAMINE WHO ONE DAY REALIZES, AFTER LONG TALKS WITH TESSA, THAT SHE IS HER OWN PERSON, HER OWN HUMAN BEING. & IT’S OKAY IF SHE LIKES SHADOWHUNTERS & LIVES IN THAT WORLD. BC THERE’S GOOD SHADOWHUNTERS & THERE’S GOOD PEOPLE LIKE HER.

[muchsimplcr-blog]

ofboadicea replied to your post:unladylike ;; aus i crave! tessa & jessie becoming...

Whispers that I have a shadowhunter!Tessa verse oops

unladylike ;; sign me the fuck up.

[iintoned]

♔ ofboadicea

        ‘  sure it looks FANCY, but does it do anything?  ’

[muchsimplcr-blog]

✺ ┊ ofboadicea ┊;;

                    ❛it’s as if you WANT the boys to look elsewhere Tessa. give me                            your cheeks for goodness sake!❜

            A small ounce of frustration rippled through  the blonde, her slim fingers pinching             at Tessa’s cheeks. She had no color to her! Only a solemn look of a woman who             had no womanly sense. Oh this only meant one thing.

                           ❛we will go shopping again and find you more suitable dresses.                            these have  already gone  FAR out  of fashion,  I ought to  save                            you  some embarrassment.❜

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ofboadicea​ || continued.

❝ It’s a wonderful thing, Clary Fray. ❞

             smile lends curvature to  roseate  tiers  ever gentle   (  a MOTHERS smile,              the smile of one who has been through LIFETIMES despite unlined mien                        )   && DELICATE hand  reaches,  lands  'pon  that of TRUE YOUTH              to  give  singular  pat  'fore simply resting,  comforting weight  'cross  artist              fingers.

                   ❝   Use it to your ADVANTAGE. You can do amazing things          

                                        You could CHANGE THE WORLD as we know it. ❞

             “but what if I say the wrong things?”

               “ I mean, don’t get me wrong--- it’s great to finally be listened to      and all, but... I guess I never imagined that it would be SCARY as well. ”

               Worry forms a light crease between brows of ginger, emerald eyes      falling to her sneaker-clad feet.    Surely it was just paranoia, anxiety and      nothing more but it had become a nuisance as of late,       prodding at her      thoughts and simply stressing her out.  People had begun to take notice of      her in a way they never had before---

                                                     as a leader.

                 but a leader was something she had  NEVER expected to become.      Rather it was a title that had been thrust upon her. So suddenly, everyone      wanted to know her,               wanted to hear her and everyone wanted to      FOLLOW her.  And if they should, who is to say she would not lead them      directly into the FLAMES as the Morgensterns were so incredibly famous      for doing?

                 The light weight of the other’s palm      covering her tense hand does      little to soothe the FEAR, but a gentle squeeze of said palm is given in return,      communicating appreciation of the gesture.

               “ Change the world, huh ?  Seems like a lot of POWER for a teenager.      Maybe I’d feel better about all this if I got a spandex suit and a cape. ”

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ofboadicea​ || CON’T

 ❝ You want to kiss everyone, though. ❞

             BASE vocables in  attempt to  disguise  electricity beginning to  flicker up              beneath IVORY ribs  &&  surprise  numbs   pads  of  slender  digits,  ever              caught off guard is she   (  ETERNAL girl  desires  to  play  it off,  to  allow              curvature to add to ROSEATE tiers,  rounds of cheeks to swell with minute              amusement as opposed to flushing all CARMINE && HEAT beneath gaze              of sunshine && green grass yet t'was never her specialty, whether wearing              own face or that of another.  )

             jaw circles for minute beat of  HUMMINGBIRD hear ‘fore teeth latch ‘pon              lower lip   (  contact too rough, BRIEF burst of pain  under press of dentin              &&  enamel,  so STARTLED  by  revelation  she has become && so floral              muscle must peek through for quick flash.

             && it is stuck within HONEY TRAP of mind now &&, oh, she could kill him              but, despite  TRAINING beneath  eyes  of NEPHILIM all those years ago,              there is little doubt that  she would stand  no  chance  'gainst  her  fellow              warlock.  )

              ❝    G       go finish your PAINTING && stop making fun of me, Magnus.               It’s not nice, you know … rather, it’s quite CRUEL.   ❝

             unused to such statements despite  landing  squarely, SECURELY within              hearts  of  two,  she  pushes  utterance  into  mental  cubbyhole  labeled              ’ JEST ’ for, surely, t'is  where  it  belongs  ;;  a tease from brilliant   (  he              burns  her  eyes,  sometimes  )  warlock,   LIGHTHEARTED   at  best   &&               unthinking at WORST && part of her wonders if she’s thinking incorrectly               if she’s  JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS && meanings && should  she tap               fair cheek, trace an ’x’ 'pon flesh for lips to land in friendly caress?

              ❝    Just  for that, I’m stealing  your  Phat si-io when  the  delivery  man               finally comes && I’m choosing  the  movie.  I’m  thinking  something …               REGENCY ( !! )   That’ll   teach   you   to   tell  ridiculous jokes I  don't               understand, Mr. Bane. I turn into your girlfriend ONE TIME … ❝

“ Hardly EVERYBODY-- that would very quickly become  exhausting. “

         He steps back from the wall and admires his handiwork.          Silver paint ( he may have enchanted it just a little so          that it would change to whatever color Tessa desired )           glittered on the walls, reflecting the setting sun outside          the windows. Long fingers brush briefly through dark hair,          creating lighter streaks against the black from still-wet          paint. The elder Warlock looks over at her from the cor-          ner of his eye, watching as she bites on her lips. 

   He hadn’t meant to let that slip. How long he had WANTED to let her know, to tell her that it was no joke--

          “Why, Tessa, do you AUTOMATICALLY assume that I           am JOKING?” He moves closer to her, only a few long           strides needed to cross the distance. Even now he towers           over her almost COMICALLY. The same fingers that ran           through his strands a minute before now go to rest on her           cheek, turning her so she would look at him.

                    “I would never make fun of you. Not in that way.”