do you love simon?
Yes...

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do you love simon?
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Hi, honey, I'm immortal || Simon
Isabelle's dark eyes scanned everyone she passed, sticking close to Alec's elbow as they walked the short journey to Simon and Jordan's apartment. She could heal his heart beating, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin and everyone else's too when they got too close. She could also feel the wind against her skin, but there was no cold.
She took a breath, hating the fact that it didn't see to provide any relief to her stressed mind, nor did it make her feel any better. In fact, it made her feel worse, reminding her that she didn't need to breathe. Reminding her that her heart wasn't beating. Now, that was an odd sensation at best, she felt like she should be clutching at her chest, trying to breathe life back into it, but that wouldn't work. Not now she was technically dead.
They made it past the people, past the beating hearts of all the innocent mundanes she'd spent her life trying to save and now she wanted to kill them. She balked at the thought and set off running up the stairs, faster than normal, faster than even a speed rune and yet everything stayed in perfect clarity. She could see everything. Reaching Simon's door she banged on it with her fist, loudly.
thexdaylighter started following you
"Simon. Hey" He looks over from the couch where he was playing video games, as the apartment door opens. The controller was in his hands.
It's time we show Clary and Isabelle how hot same-gender kissing can really be...
Who are you and what've you done to my downworlder?
Okay. Sleep. Now.
We can totally do that Claimed thing tomorrow, Soph.
C-claimed?
Put ‘Claimed’ in my ask box and I’ll use a number generator to decide what you get:
◣—2. A steamy kiss.
"By the angel. No, this is not happening, no." But as much force and protests Jace dug in, it was if something inside of him was clawing out and stealing any actions he willed to perpetrate. Hands found Simon's hair, lacing his fingers with the mousy strands. The blonde could flavour the copper taste of blood in his mouth, transpired by his teeth biting in to the interior of his cheek--way to help the situation, Jace. "Oh to hell with it." Lips parted against the daylighters, a kiss that deepened and concealed his eyes shut, not an ounce of courage to peek them open due to the presumed expression Jace'd surely come to witness. Hands lowering from the intertwined state they had compressed in Simon's hair, Jace paced backwards until he hit the wall behind, unaware of anything else adjacent to him. "You.. you asked for it."
Claimed.
3. Me for one night.
Guess I'm all yours for the night.
So, you guys don't have a 'two girls are kissing' radar.
I feel like my life has been a lie.