#serafeli

[tacticalmind]

       “              yeah. except that bein’ TALLER don’t make you BETTER-- it just make you a bigger target ! “  ( @serafeli​ is a confirmed meme. )

[forgedleader]

          ❛          don’t you have someone else to spend the day with ?          anyone ?          you don’t even know anything about me except my name and where i work.          ❜          the last sentence prevails with a tinge of uncertainty   ;   shift closed for the day,  he shoulders his bag,  leaves the unflattering hat behind on the counter and clocks out.          ❛          i thought valentine’s day was meant to be spent with your loved ones     ——     or whatever.         case in point being,  not your pizza delivery guy.          ❜

@serafeli. 💕

[forgedleader]

          ❛          alright,  you’ve got to stop calling me the CUTE ONE whenever you order      ——    it’s sticking at work.          ❜          his disapproval is tangible,  pizza box shoved forward expectantly.          ❛           and maybe cut down on the pizza,  too.          they’re starting to call you one of the regulars.          which isn’t good.          ❜

@serafeli.

[seraferi-blog]

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 *  NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY   ➼   ACCEPTING.

↷   HOLDING HANDS.

         ❛          jace,  wait——          ❜          alec’s always held an unyielding tendency to provide sporadic outbursts of sentimentality in the the times they were least expected   /   MOST NEEDED.          he cherished no plan on what exactly was waiting to exhale from dry lips,  his brother’s expectant gaze only falling on the seam of his mouth parting and closing once,  twice,  before actually managing anything coherent.          ❛          you’re not valentine.          you’re not.          ❜          and before he has the chance to slot in a snide remark in typical jace style,  alec’s speaking again.

            ❛          you’ll do the right thing.          crazy,  maybe     —     reckless,  yeah,  but     —     you’re not like him.          ❜          the certainty with which the words leave him seems final enough,  an unwillingness to part ways      (     the very real possibility that this may be the last time,  just like every other potential-last-time the lightwoods have shared,  the same forlorn looks,  the same understanding nods and laden sighs     )     only leaving his eyes glazed,  bringing his brother in by the hand,  free forearm looping his audacious counterpart into a tight hug,  chin resting on his shoulder.

          he stays that way,  circumspect mind stilling its gears,  their hands clasped between them like an unbreakable link.          the staunch belief that jace would not only kill valentine,  but surpass him would not subside from alec’s thoughts,  even if jace himself was dubious.          usque ad finem     ——     to the very end.          ❛          i’ll see you back here.          ❜         he clings to those words,  as if their utterance alone will ensure they both make it back to rendezvous unscathed,  as if parting ways with his parabatai,  even when dire and necessary,  wasn’t excruciating a weight to bear.          a tight squeeze of the hand,  and tarry no more.          ❛          good luck.          ❜

[shadowsheathed]

           ❛          eyes are up here,  y’know.          ❜          coy countenance betrays her mirth,  a pride in her physique reigning supreme in the grit of her teeth.          it’s quite the contrary reaction one might expect,  annoyance seeking no ground,  instead preceded only by amusement.           ❛          but by all means,  don’t quit staring on my account     ——     i’ve heard two years training works wonders.          ❜

☼ * ◦  @serafeli.  ◦ * ☼ 

[halfhell]

@serafeli.

                 ❛          does  it  run  in  the  lightwood  genes  to  be  stupidly  heroic    ?       i  don’t  ever  recall  your parents  being  much  of  the  type.         ❜        cowards,     a  word  left  unsaid  on  his  lips,    aged  with  time    &   stained  with  the  blood  of  downworlders      &      shadowhunters  alike.      the  nagging  reminder  in  the  back  of  his  mind,   children  manipulated,   just  pawns  in  the  grand  scheme.  tales  spoken  in  hushed  tones    &   anger  underlying  for  the  believed  monstrosities  plaguing  their  world,               nothing  more  than  half  breed  demons,  slaves  to  their  desires.       the  insults  use  to  churn  his  stomach      &      tighten  his  throat,        now  all  he  feels   is  annoyance.          his  patience  ever  waning  with  the  pride  of  shadowhunters.  

                he’s  seen  their  pride  at  it’s  fullest,          the  scarred  eyes  of  a  werewolf  child  left  blind,         the  corpses  of  the  whitelaws  littering  restaurant's  floor,         angel’s  children  betrayed  by  their  own  kind.       the  fear  that  haunted  eyes,       a  mother  worried  for  her  eldest  child’s  safety.       fear  that  did  not  warrant  the  destruction  they  caused,       crude  remarks  woven  beneath  his  heels.       he’d  been  shaped  by  their  hatred,    eyes     &     mouths  sewn  shut  the  only  companion  throughout  a  childhood  blurred  by  time.  

                bitterness  settles  on  his  tongue,      seeping  into  remarks,       ankles  crossed  with  a  casual  ease.      ❛        then  again,       i  don’t  quite  recall  any  of  you  nephilim  caring  about  anyone  but  yourselves.      until  now,       that  is,      few    &     far  in  between  as  you  are.          ❜   

                  interest’s  piqued  within  a  moment’s  silence,     perhaps  by  hatred     (     for  the  man  condemned    &    not  the  son,      an  understanding  tangled  between  words.   )       ❛        what  exactly  did  happen   ?    the  clave  must  be quite  unsure  of  your  innocence  if  they’re  entrusting  me  with  their  golden  boy’s  safety.       ❜    painted  fingertips  tap  absently  against  chair’s  arm,      head  tilted,     dyed  tresses  kissing  temples  as  vague  attention’s  given.

[seraferi-blog]

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 *  NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY   ➼   ACCEPTING.

 ↷   SHARING A BED.

          an already sparingly talkative shadowhunter is even less so in the late hours of the night,  its crepuscular reach paving way for slumber on the rare times he’s not on watch.           it’s a sight to behold,  mussed crown buried into his pillow,  forearms tucked underneath,  and when he feels a weight far too heavy to be church across his back,  he only opens an eye,  humming in retort.          ❛          jace     ——          ❜           a gruff complaint,  brow tightly furrowed as he glances over his shoulder.

          ❛          ‘t time is it ?          ❜          clearly vexed by the disruption     (     and by no means assisted in his attempt at getting comfortable when his brother has just flopped like dead weight across him      )     he takes several minutes just shifting,  and ultimately getting the short straw in terms of how much of his own bed is actually reserved for himself.          take it from jace to be a blanket hog.          alec rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes,  blinking several times before comprehending the situation fully,  and freely expressing his aggravation.           ❛          fine.          but don’t wake me up again.          ❜           it’s the last he’ll say on the matter,  weight falling heavily on his shoulder and sleep befalling him once again sooner than anticipated.