#runesbroken

[enoughrunning]

       jocelyn understands why maryse has been distant. things in both their lives have been crazy. and it’s hard to know where you stand when SOMEONE ONCE SO DEAR TO YOU now knows nothing about you. well...perhaps that’s not exactly true. they’ve changed and grown, sure. she can see a darkness, a weight on maryse’s shoulders that wasn’t there when they’d known each other as girls. it’s why she’s brought the wine with her. if anything, it may help LOOSEN THEM UP.

but then she’s mentioning clary, and oh, jocelyn can’t help but smile. ❝ you’re telling me ! ❞ funny, how their daughters are both so like their mothers...and how jocelyn suspects clary and isabelle would both find that news SHOCKING. ❝ the first time i saw isabelle, i nearly tripped over myself thinking it was you. funny...how our girls already seem to be fast friends. clary tells me isabelle was THE FIRST PERSON THERE FOR HER when she woke up in the institute, and i’ve seen her fight. she’s...extraordinary, maryse. your handiwork, no doubt. ❞ 

                    { @runesbroken // cont’d }

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@runesbroken : transferred from [ ✰ ]

          She her mother look so devasted was difficult. in her eyes, maryse had always been nearly invincible in isabelle’s eyes, someone who was far above everyone else. so the thought of something hurting her? It was unimaginable. she reached over gently to swab the tear from her mother’s face, before gripping her mother’s hands tightly. she would always be there. izzy’s trust was hard won, and there were only four people who had ever truly had it. jace. alec. max. and her mother. and she would do anything for all of them. “we’re all here for you, mom.” head falls to rest on maryse’s shoulder, voice soft. “you don’t have to thank me.”

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@runesbroken continued from [ ✰ ]

Her hands shook, expression grim as she recalls the thoughts that kept her up all night. Sebastian with a seraph blade poised over Jace. Max, bleeding out on her bedroom floor. Alec fading away from the effects of the damn stone. Jace, bruised and bloodied and cornered by wolves. Max, in the clutches of Kaelie. Alec, standing on the edge of the roof, willing to throw himself off.  “How do you handle it?” Her tired eyes met her mother’s, throat thick with emotion. Everytime she closed her eyes, the scenes replayed over and over. She had always told herself that they lived a soldier’s life, that any day could be their last, but that didn’t make the thought of losing any of her family any easier.  The scenes were seemingly burned into her eyelids, the only thing she could see whenever she tried to rest.