#shemasked

[runesanddeath-a]

@shemasked   |   ❤ for a starter  !    

              ❝   -- - Tessa ? ❞  Jace began, his gaze slowly rising to meet with his GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDMOTHER, a small smirk forming his lips.  ❝   care to go get some breakfast at Taki's ❞ 

[fierceheartsa]

@shemasked​ liked for a starter.

                       „ will the pain go away some day ? “ , tiberius asked as he fumbled with ihs fingers and bit down his lower lip.

[erchommai-a]

surprisingly to him ─ it takes much less to find her than to have discovered her in the first place. It was a thin thread. The vaguest of mention. And the brevity of a quick breath that left him gliding down the rabbit hole. Consuming greedily every page, every letter, every sentence he could find that would lead him closer. It takes disturbing a gaggle of nuns and a temple of monks for him to even produce a name.Too bad they weren’t a little more agreeable or he wouldn’t have been washing soot and blood from his boots all morning. 

They lived. 

( For the most part. )

And with a name, it was easier to pay off any sleazy warlock for an address. And before he knew it, here he was, knocking at her door. Trying to sense if it was enchanted or not. If the Clave went through such lengths to hide her, this must meant she was some sort of threat. If his Father never even wrote about her in his journals, she had to be something else. 

Maybe someone actually like him. 

@shemasked​ .

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

"What's so funny?"

Being back at the lake house again seemed — strange. The last time they'd been there had been to summon the angel and the cost seemed to be a big higher than any of them had wanted to pay. Unfortunately, they hadn't had much of a choice and while they were there celebrating more than just Jocelyn and Luke's wedding; they were celebrating the fact that they'd survived Jonathan's attempt at destroying their world. None of them wanted to think about the Cold Peace, about the consequences of the war. They were there to celebrate and it just seemed strange to him. But Jace was trying and after enjoying some time at the piano he knew it was time to actually talk with some of the guests. He'd seen the woman before but in that moment he couldn't quite remember her name. "Didn't think the music was that bad."

@shemasked​

[galaxiqs]

❝  so  if  i  weren't  a  herondale...  ❞  the  question  gets  caught  in  kit's  throat,  biting  his  lip  as  he  looks  down  at  his  feet,  ❝  if  i  weren't  a  herondale,  would  you  and  jem  care  this  much?  ❞  it  hurts  him  to  ask,  but  he  needs  to  know.  he's  still  stinging  from  ty's  rejection,  and  he's  glad  he'd  ended  up  with  a  place  to  go…  but  he  had  to  go  and  pick  at  it.  maybe  ty's  investigative  nature  had  left  its  mark,  and  kit  was  looking  for  answers  to  questions  he  didn't  need  to  ask,  but  he  couldn't  dwell  on  ty.  he  was  going  to  focus  on  his  own  stuff.          /          @shemasked​  liked  an  old  sc

[sabletinged]

(   ★  ———   requested by clave  //   ;  @shemasked​  )

                    𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂   𝙊𝙁   𝙏𝙃𝙀   𝘾𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆    had him more on edge than usual.               [   behave will   ,   stay behind will   ]               what an absolute joke.               the worst joke jem has ever told.               he was RESTLESS.               trying to find anything to keep his mind at bay.               not caught up on the ideal that his parabatai might be unsafe without him.               jem               ———               the calm foundation of their soul.               while will . . .               —               𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙑𝙀𝘿  𝘼𝙎  𝙎𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿   &   𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙇𝘿.               not that he couldn't handle his own    ,    but the sapphire to the jade would have felt much    calmer   if he was by his side.               he found his body now slouched in chair    ,    too much plush    ,    too old    &    comfortable for his aching being.               but the book he now held in his hand slowly put his mind at a gentle ease.               fingertips brushing along the crumbling spine before spreading the pages open.               old aged paper    ,    once a bright white now fading into a deeper aged yellow.               [   not being taken care of properly.   ]               his leg crossing over the other while his chin rested against knuckle.               elbow propped ever so comfortably as his azure gaze rested on the words.               soaking them in               ———               calmly.

[hellvained]

' i started feeling like all your shit is my shit, i can’t win. ' / @shemasked​

'  i don’t know if i’d go that far,  ’  magnus says,     swirling the whiskey around in his glass and staring off over her shoulder at the new york skyline.  ‘  only one of us is at risk of getting arrested over this.     at most,     you’re getting a slap on the wrist and a temporary social exile which i presume you’re more than used to,     having been a warlock married to a shadowhunter in the early 20th century.  ’  he cuts her a glance.  ‘  no offence.  ’

[mctherly]

ღ  @shemasked​​  ━   ❛ You can do this. ❜

     𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘? 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 completely sure she had the confidence necessary to confess to Carlisle. She had been infatuated with him since she was sixteen-years-old, at first the feeling started as admiration for the doctor who took her so seriously, and as she grew up he was always in the back of her mind. Esme thought she'd never see him again, and on that night ━ the night she gave her life up, she expected not to see anyone ever again. But he had saved her, had rescued her and taken her in.

    It was not difficult to fall for him. Esme could not really express her feelings into words, not without making him extremely embarrassed for she knew she saw him with rose-coloured glasses. Her and Edward sort of did, placing him in this pedestal that could not be shaken. He was their everything, truly an angel. But a question remained, what if he did not feel that way about her? Esme had been posing as Edward's adoptive sister, so her fear was, what if he saw her more as a daughter than a lover?

    ❛ I am not sure, Tessa... ❜ Esme nervously bit her lip, golden eyes darting around, hoping Carlisle was not near enough to hear them.  ❛ What if he does not feel the same way? ❜ She asked the other woman, the conflict in her mind showing in the glint of her eyes.

    ❛ I do not want for things to grow awkward between us... ❜