* LIKE A STORM !

      “says me and i’m pretty sure i have plenty of others who would vouch for it.” lukas, jason being two of them, others as well even blair she was certain, but she wouldn’t tease elena for it. even though she was just a bit taller, she still could look down at elena, especially if she wore heels. “nuh uh. if we put it on a scale, your would be more.” while others if they wanted sweets had to go to a bakery or a store to get them, having a roommate who baked and loved to do so, meant that amara was certainly spoiled. she could just walk into the kitchen and they would be there waiting for her, sometimes piping hot, by the angel, especially the cookies. “you’d better not, or i’d begin to seriously doubt our friendship.” probably not, but still she’d whine until the other made some more. “they won’t trust us for a while. they’ll end up dissecting every baked good they get from you because of it. even if we take away knives and forks from them, they’ll use their fingers to pull the food apart in their inspection.” and it would still be increasingly hilarious to watch. “i have a phone, i’ll just be on it, pretending to be scouring social media, but i’ll have the camera pulled up and waiting, but not make it so obvious.” and then it would go on every social media it could and sent to everyone it could as well. “we better bake them before they leave their love nest.”

      considering that they both loved lukas, amara had no real siblings, so she considered lukas to be like a brother to her. and so that meant sometimes you need to play little fun pranks on them to keep things fresh. and elena was ever the enabler, especially if it meant an amazing reaction from him. but this wasn’t one of those times. “sometimes? it can’t all my negativity right?” at least it didn’t make life great that way. but she couldn’t find the optimism this time as she felt his head steady on her back as she had crashed into him. flipping her hair when she looked up, she let out an annoyed breath. “i’m not keen on going anywhere with these bastards.” which was true, but as she had fallen back against him, the other shadowhunters had closed in on them. blades pointed at their chests, she couldn’t get angle to point her own blade. “what do you want from us, already? spit it out!” amara snarled at them slightly before looking over at lukas. as much ash maybe they should just go with them easily, her own stubbornness wanted to fight it.

      the knock on the door was loud and heavy, the wood of the door reverberating loud enough for amara to hear. she almost didn’t move, curled up in a chair in the living room. there had been a blanket around her, she was pretty sure she had dozed off earlier and one of them, maybe elena, or jason, or even lukas had draped it over her. she wasn’t sure. but something inside her heart told get up, to open the door. amara had pulled herself up from the chair and had slowly opened the door, that connection reawakening, the tug and flow of the bond they had taken so many years ago. she let the redhead pull her close, she didn’t fight it. amara accepted her parabatai’s strength, leaning into her and only putting an arm around her waist to her lower back. she felt like a deep and held breath escaped her and warmth spread slowly, “i--- i’m sorry.. ange.. i’m sorry.”

      “i have to keep something of a normal sleep schedule jay.” well she used to, when everything was normal at the institute, when she had missions and patrols and had to keep her energy going and she couldn’t have been falling asleep while standing up. amara chuckles to herself, “i swear, the amount of food you eat, you should be much bigger. it’s like being a wolf makes you burn calories faster or something.” if she didn’t work out and keep herself in shape and ate at random times of the night a lot then she would be much bigger. “you’re the best.” amara leaned back, thinking about what they should watch for their movie. “something salty. something sweet. i think there’s popcorn.. maybe some chips. i think there are still some cookies left over too. i kind of don’t want any of his minions coming near the apartment. it’s our safe place and it should stay that way.”

      “excuse you brooks? you’re one to talk, such short stature, such a small body and yet so much extra in one person.” in all honesty, there was probably too much extraness in this apartment, but it couldn’t be escaped and they wouldn’t want it any other way. “brownies are his weakness, i’m a bit more weak for cupcakes and snickerdoodle cookies. and don’t you dare take those way from me.” she briefly displayed a pout to reinforce her meaning but it was eventually turned back into an excited smile. “even though he’s your parabatai, i’m way more fun than lukas. the blonder his hair has gotten, the more boring he’s become. i think i’ve seen videos of that on insta, well it’s actually baking stuff not gross stuff. like they put a hole in the cupcake or muffin and then put cream or icing in it, but instead the boys will think there is some cute and creamy filling, and be shocked to find out it’s not. they’re gonna distrust us for like a full week after this. any baked goods you give them after that, they’ll end up examining wondering if it’s secretly a bomb that will go off.”

       “i can come up with some pretty elaborate plans but i wouldn’t ruin a good day with some thugs.” if she ended up making an pranks against him or jason or both, it was something fun and something relatively harmless to an extent. even as they fought back, swords clashing against swords, amara knew that they were getting making any ground, only delaying what seemed to be the inevitable and yet she couldn’t let this happen, she couldn’t. “do you want optimism or not? i can’t give both.” she barely got the words out when she ducked another blade, an elbow bashed into her side, sending her bumping straight into lukas and loosening the grip on her own sword.

      being taken by the clave, by the government that she had trusted growing up, that she had believed in once upon a time. they were conniving and cunning and had wanted to use her for what was special about her, about what her mother had done to her when she had just been a fetus in her womb. “it could be worse, i could worse. it can always be worse.” and there was so much truth in that and amara hated it. amara sighs, “i-- are you sure? you don’t have to.. i don’t know how... how your magic... works like that.” she was so used to iratze and dealing with whatever soreness and pain came afterwards. “i need to sit down. you can try.” she nodded, slowly sliding to sit down on the couch in the living room. amara could tell that something changed in lia’s expression because she had mentioned the clave and it made the shadowhunter bite at her lower lip. the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes, “they wanted me.. and my friend... because of what we are... what was done to us.. before we were born.” amara looked down, eyes falling upon the couch, “it’s the clave. they can get away with anything.”

     “it’s too early to go sleep. i’ll just end up waking up at three in the morning wide awake and then i’ll have to find something to do.” amara smiled as her best friend became incessant in his talking, she could tell that the worry was still there, because not only had lukas disappeared but so had she and she knew that he was one of a few people who had freaked out when they found out. “let’s make some coffee, maybe get something to snack on and watch a movie, with lukas not here for the moment, i get to take advantage of warm werewolf jason.”

     “you’re not supposed to abandon me while baking, i could burn the apartment complex down!” probably not, but she still had the fear. putting her hands on her hips, she stared at the other shadowhunter. “oh yes, we’d all die terrible horrible deaths without you, i’m sure.” there was sarcasm in her tone, but it was ever more fond than anything else. tilting her head at the fake blood bubbles in her hands, “they’ve been stuck in that love nest since lukas and i got back... i think it’s time they come out of that room. i’m in.”

     a plan. yeah that was something that amara did not have, especially not since it had not been long since she and lukas had been released by the clave after being kidnapped against their will. she hadn’t had time to worry about everything going on in wilshire when she was having to deal with the assholes of the clave who wanted to use her and her angel-blooded brother. amara let out a scoff and shook her head, an amount of bitter amusement in her tone. “there is no plan. i have no plan. i haven’t had time to come up with a plan.” bringing a hand to move her hair around, “we ask. we watch. a person can say one thing, but you have to see where they go after they think they’re alone.”

    ”jay. i’m tired.” amara said as she leaned back against the couch in the apartment. lukas and elena were out who knows where at the moment, but she had made sure lukas would text her to check in, especially with what had happened recently. “but i’m also bored. can we watch a movie or something?” @jasonfumero

     ever since the institute had been taken, she knew that not everyone had the luxury of having a place to stay. it had been a wise choice on her, lukas, and elena’s part to get a place of their own before this had all happened. spying a tall frame and dark hair, amara hurried through the crowd toward him. “shiloh! shi! stop you tall ass tree!! i have to take more steps to catch up with you!” @steadyshiloh

     “elena!” amara called out into the apartment, looking over the ingredients before her. she was no where near as good of a baker as elena and so she was a bit confused at what she was supposed to be doing, especially since elena was supposed be helping and had went to her room for something almost thirty minutes ago. “i have no idea what i’m doing, what has taken you so long.” @valiiants

     amara just wanted one goddamn day in this fucking city to not have to worry about the whole shit in the shadow world and just pretend for one moment that they were normal people, that their world wasn’t going to shit. she had wanted to just take lukas somewhere fun, but now all that had been abruptly changed and her annoyance grew to an astounding level as the others around them tried to stop them. she had hoped they could fight them enough to get out of here and run away, but the shadowhunters around them were far more intent on stopping them from going anywhere. it was too close quarters, so she didn’t dare put all her whip, barely dodging a sword coming in contact with her hair, she spent way too much making sure her hair was flawless for some asshole to cut it. “not exactly!! i was going to take you somewhere fun but less stressful, not get us into a fight.”

     “first i can amaze my enemies and then punch them in the face and surprise them even more.” she always did love to see the look of surprise when someone underestimated them. the ring shone in the light and she was seriously considering it. “the demon should feel so very honored to be hit by it. what do you think they could do? they work on our swords and weapons, how do you think they could fix this?”