#thread: 03.

[straye]

@cosmicstrength

While Kogami made it his personal mission to push Ginoza’s buttons, he thinks he’s really in for it — and he hadn’t even meant to, this time.

In the back of his mind, he wondered how much that pair of glasses cost and how they felt. The lenses were thin — Kogami knew the other man had perfect vision (who didn’t, with the ability to perfect it?), and frankly, he didn’t understand the fashion appeal behind them. It worked for some people, he supposed.

During one of their night shifts, Gino left his beloved spectacles on his desk to seek a towelette to clean it, and Kogami took it as an opportunity to investigate. He’d never gotten an actual close look, but now, holding then in his hands… they look ordinary (plain, even), but the material in his hands feel mostly sturdy.

As if by some childish curiosity, Kogami puts them on and looks at his own reflection in Gino’s computer monitor that turned black in inactivity. He grimaced… realizing that glasses don’t suit at all. Shame — he kinda wanted the sophisticated appeal behind them. He does push it up the bridge of his nose, feeling satisfaction by having done that once in his life, like some megane he’s seen in the comics he’s read in the past.

He takes the glasses off, and keeps them in his hand, continuing to study them. If Gino has worn these every day, it’s got to be flexible to handle all the tough situations they find themselves in on a regular basis.

So, without thinking, Kogami twists it to see if it’ll bend… and his heart sinks to his stomach, chills rising in his spine when he hears a crack as he snaps the glasses clean in two pieces, perfectly down the middle.

While the fear he feels is immediate, it doesn’t register that it’s happened until he tries to push the pieces back together, hoping that it’ll just pop into place and that it was a fluke.

But it doesn’t, as they merely clink together.

So, full weight of what he’s done has set in, and he lets out a “Shit.” as he scrambles around on Gino’s desk, looking for glue. Tape would make it obvious of his whoopsie, but he’s terribly short on time. He’s so entrenched in his panic that he doesn’t hear the footsteps that echo closer to their division office…

[notanythcng]

    The consequences of their missions are a necessary evil. A bruise here and there, a scratch, a bite. Nothing that can’t be healed, or saved. Inconsequential injuries at the cost of saving the mundanes, or fellow shadowhunters. The psychological and emotional trauma is often the more severe. Glancing around the Institute, it’s easy to forget that Alec, and Izzy, and Jace - prized Shadowhunters - are only but her age. Capable of handling knowledge of unspeakable evil, witnessing genocide. Death. 

And even though it shouldn’t, it still manages to shock her. Especially when those she’s immediately close to become involved. And when she catches sight of Alec with a cut on his fore arm as she walks, it brings her to a stand still briefly. Taking a few moments to access it; it doesn’t look fatal, or even deep - perhaps mildly painful. And then she starts walking again, faster now. With a renewed purpose. Izzy. It’s a logical progression in her mind; Alec and Isabelle went on a mission, Alec is hurt, and therefore - there is a chance that Isabelle is too. It was appropriate to state that since their conversation in Magnus’ loft, and then lack there of (she still remembers how Isabelle had tasted - it keeps her up at night), their relationship had deteriorated. Isabelle no longer sought her out - or, rather, made any active attempt to spend time with her. And it’s meant that Clary has done the same, despite missing the other girl. (The words ‘you have me and that’s not gonna change’ have made their rounds in her head so many times. She’s losing count.) The surge of desire to explore the more recent avenues of their relationship isn’t advantageous either. But still, she’s given Isabelle the space she believes she warrants, with how she behaved the last time they were alone. But this - this is different. She can’t allow herself to be removed this time. When Isabelle could be hurt. She recalls the incident at the Iron Sisters, the swallowing black depths of the water that had tried to take Izzy, and her pace hastens. She’s on her way to Isabelle’s room, based upon the assumption that she’d be resting, when she passes one of the training rooms. And then she hears it - unmistakably Isabelle’s voice. It causes her to stop in the doorway, leaning against the door frame as she watches momentarily.  “Izzy.” It’s designed to bring her out of herself. 

@crimsonrubies