― all alone and the fire grows.

samson whitelaw / shadowhunter / 31

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super-naturxl‌:

Taking in appearance she chuckled lightly. “The pleasure is mine.” Making herself as comfortable as possible she crossed her legs and set her hands in her lap for now. “Not very long. Just the past few months. I mainly moved to be with my family. What about yourself?” 

his mother might’ve scolded him for putting his forearms on the table and hunching his shoulders but it was the pose that came naturally to him as he listened to gabrielle’s answer. “moved here for work a few years back.” well, work wasn’t a lie. “it’s a nice enough place, usually.” when things weren’t going to shit.

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mattiecline‌:

Mattie really hadn’t been paying much attention when she heard the sound of the coughing, she looked up. “Oh I didn’t realise how packed it had gotten.”She said looking around at the amount of people that had appeared. “Sure you can take a seat.” She smiled as she picked up her mug pretending to drink it. 

“thanks,” he said with a nod, scooting the chair out with his foot and sitting down. he took a sip of his drink, savoring the dark, bitter flavor. not completely black but no one could try it and say that it was sweet. “did you have a good new year’s?” he asked.

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stcllxr‌:

[ @whitelavv​ ]

      he’s not someone jake recognises but he knows the marks anywhere. black runes etched delicately, easily mistaken by mundanes for intricate tattoos. he has enough of his own to understand what this means. though his boss hadn’t mentioned there was another shadowhunter in town when they ordered him here - must be from another institute. “hey-” he nods in greeting, not waiting for an invite to join him. “long way from home ??”

samson glanced up from his drink at the greeting -- narrowing his eyes at the stranger but quickly recognizing them for what they were. shadowhunter. like him. probably not a threat but he wasn’t the trusting sort. “yes and no,” he answered. “i’ve lived here a few years now.” but his accent still sounded distinctly australian -- couldn’t pretend he was anything else.

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super-naturxl·:

Moving to take a seat her eyes watched him as he moved through the restaurant. It was very sweet of him just to offer to allow her to sit next to him. “I’m Gabriella Ryan.” She greeted holding her hand out for him to shake if he wanted. 

“pleasure to meet you,” he said, shaking her hand. he felt little unsure of himself. he didn’t usually do this sort of stuff but better than eating alone, right? he’d done that plenty for a life time. still... he wasn’t sure what next to say. "you been in wildemount long?” he asked finally. at least it wasn’t about the weather.

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rorynotlorelai·:

Status - Open @veilsstarters·

Location - The Wonky Cross

Time - 4:11 pm

After everything that Rory had been through the past year, she deserved this. Or at least that’s what she told herself after realizing she was throwing back shots before five o’clock in some creepy town. That she couldn’t leave. Maybe ever. Not rock bottom, not rock bottom, the blonde chanted to herself. Lied to herself? Who knows, really. One way to find out. Lime fresh on her tongue, Rory turned to the stranger beside her. “Judging or joining?” 

the recent developments in wildemount might’ve been some of his least favorite events in a while. obviously not the worst in his life but a barrier around town and a truth no mundane could deny... it didn’t bode well. but it seemed like a slim chance that he could do anything about it so he found himself on his same old routine, entering a bar before it was even five in the evening. “joining,” he said, sliding into the seat beside the stranger. “bit early for the judging type.”

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super-naturxl·:

The offer caught her off guard. The brunette looked at him for a moment before eventually giving him a nod. “That is a very nice offer. I would actually enjoy that. I can save us a table.” She offered even if it was clearly not needed. 

he offered her a small smile, a little strained but at least it was genuine. “i’ll order than.” he approached the counter and placed the order, taking the two waters and order placard to the table the other had sat at. “i’m samson, by the way.”

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veilsstarters·:

mattiecline·:

Peace and quiet, that’s what she needed, even though she did get it over the Christmas, minus her friends. Thankfully she was now in her favourite cafe,tucked away as she read something she had got from somebody who kept in contact with her family, old letters her brother never sent her. 

She ignored the rest of the world around her,not even caring about the person that was standing near her table. The sound of the cough caught her attention but not enough to tear her eyes away from the page. “I’m sorry, do you need something?”

@veilsstarters·

like most folks, samson had spent new year’s eve drinking himself into the new decade. although, it wasn’t at a party with friends like most of them. alone in his apartment, not unlike a lot of his nights. and alone in the morning, with too bright light streaming in through his windows and a desperate need for caffeine. and he was still out of beans.

the coffee shop was busy, full of people in states like himself. he got his coffee and scanned the room, spotting an open seat at a semi-occupied table. might as well try his luck. he approached and cleared his throat. “mind if i sit? bit full up in here.”

[whitelavv]

nctgold·:

“But see the thing is, you have failed your jobs. Every day more and more mundanes become aware that we exist. While they’re doing a splendid job of it over in the states, you can’t really say the same thing of it here. Have you spoken to the Clave recently?” 

he shrugged his shoulders. the witch had point but a job was a job regardless of it’s success rate. “you make it sound like speaking to clave is a simple thing that anyone can do. my job is on the ground. the orders go through others before they reach me.” he’s not a general -- just a soldier.

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chvtcxsangria·:

A small laugh escaped Awan’s lips about the mentioning of Deadpool and despite the vulgar language of it the fallen angel liked his movies. She then fell silent as her mind wondered over what had happened recently these past few days. “I – I uh ran into someone from my past.” Her voice low. Awan didn’t know what to do about it and honestly she was LOST. 

he raised his eyes to look at her, the skin between his brows creasing. “someone from your past?” he knew who awan -- knew her long, long history. but still... “as in...” he didn’t know. cain? adam? abel? eve? an angel or demon she’d met? “i guess that’s not all that surprising. seems like everyone’s making their way here.”

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chvtcxsangria·:

The fallen angel shrugged. “Yeah, everyone is getting along for now.” It made Awan feel so uncomfortable just how they got along. She could remember how just about each specie was at each other’s throat and it was a massacre. “I believe he will be more judgmental than me since Casper is technically a child – now who would you rather have? Me, the LITERAL angel on your shoulder or a ghostly child?” 

“still not the same as it was before,” he said. “one wrong move wasn’t going to cause a war.” he wanted to say apocalypse but wasn’t this an apocalypse regardless? even if it was moving at a glacial speed. “i suppose i’ll take the angel. couldn’t watch deadpool if i had a child living with me.” the words left his mouth before he fully registered them. he glanced down at his coffee, lips pursed together. “yeah, you’re still better than casper,” he said softly.

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super-naturxl·:

Considering the words the brunette nodded. It seemed as if he really did believe the place was good. Taking consideration of the situation the vampire finally made a decision. “Okay. Then I will try the paella.” She said with the smallest of a smile. The squid ink didn’t sound that appetizing. 

he nodded. as much as he’d planned to eat his lunch in place, it seemed odd to leave the conversation at that. “did you want sit with me?” he asked, nodding to one of the few tables. the restaurant was small, bordering on cramped although there weren’t many other patrons.

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seeliekingan·:

It had been a long time since An had been in a human establishment meant for partying, and they were determined to do it right. Inside, everything hummed with energy–both human and otherwise. Dancing, his favorite, was happening all around–a very charged, sexual kind. An found he didn’t mind it a bit, though some could be even freer and without so much awkwardness or restraint. He walked up to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic, one of the drinks inspired by his people and yet less obvious than absinthe. “Do you have elderflower, by any chance?” They questioned the bartender. 

@veilsstarters·

magik was usually a bit too much for samson. he liked the atmosphere of a quiet, seedy pub. a place where you could drink in peace. but his usual place was closed tonight and the other was packed with a drunk birthday party. that’s how he found himself at the bar of the dance club, shoulders hunched as he leaned over his glass. the music was pounding. the aura was stifling. he was ready to flee when he heard the stranger’s order. his eyes opened and he glanced at the confused face of the bartender. “they just want a gin and tonic,” he told the bartender before fixing his eyes on the fae. “this place caters to humans. you’ll have to go somewhere else for additives like that.”

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THISS IS SO FUNNY TO ME

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super-naturxl·:

Letting her eyes gaze up at him for a moment as she took in his appearance Gabriella eventually gave a shrug. “I have never eaten here before. I am uncertain of what exactly I should order.” She explained. It was a cop-out excuse for sure but she wasn’t certain if she should admit it was because of decor she second-guessed. “What is your favorite item?” 

samson held her gaze for a moment. he wasn’t sure he bought her excuse but he’d take her at her word anyways. it was just food. “the paella’s always amazing. lots food so be prepared for leftovers but you can’t go wrong with that. the squid ink pasta is kind of a trip on the eyes but it’s good too.”

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chvtcxsangria·:

The fallen angel shrugs as she gave him a small smile. “You are right about that – especially with the demonic activity rising.” It didn’t go unnoticed by Awan nor did the rumors of certain demons taking up residency. She shutter at the thought of running into any of those close to her former husband and feared what he might do if he learned of her status. Awan rolled her eyes. “Casper has nothing on me.” the woman crossed her arms over her chest. 

“y’know,” he started with a tone, “i transferred here because it was supposed to be quiet. lots of supernatural for a small town but everyone got along.” he wanted a refund. but he was a shadowhunter and running from the battle wasn’t an option. “probably not. do you think he’d be more or less judgmental than you?”

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nctgold·:

“I care so little about mundanes these days, to me they’re just props, distractions.” Of course, Caspian wasn’t going to beat about the bush here. “What part could shadowhunters possibly play as the veil tears in half?” 

“you can care for them as little as you wish but my job is what it is.” he cocked a brow at the stranger. “the role we always play. keeping the mundanes in the dark as much as possible while still protecting. trying to keep the peace. one of those is easier than the other.”

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super-naturxl·:

@whitelavv·

Taking a step in towards the shop Gabriella couldn’t help judging the little hole in the wall restaurant. If it was not for the reviews then she would not even imagine stepping foot in a place such as this. Letting eyes catch sight of the menu she looked over the different items and knowing that she necessarily didn’t even need the substance made her second guess the choice. Turning her head as she heard someone approach the brunette looked over at the male. “Would you like the menu? I’m not certain I will be ordering here.” 

jericho’s was, without argument, a whole in the wall. but it offered the best goddamn spanish food you could find in this dreary little town -- paella’s that were brimming with tender seafood, gazpacho’s that hit just the right spot, and house-made chorizo. it was great when he just wanted some hearty food, even if the exterior didn’t look welcoming. “sure about that?” he said, raising his brow at the woman as he took the menu from here. “it’s more than it looks.”