We are all faces in the dust

     she hates that she can’t exactly disagree , but chloe is a bit more considerate than the man that claims he’s the devil … she’ll remind him of that .     “ i don’t have to admit ANYTHING , but please keep it down . the victim’s husband is right over there … and he doesn’t look like he should be tried right now . ”     the man in question is quite large and bald ( by choice , by the looks of it ) , appearing as if he should be head of security at a night club . and he looks upset , as he should be .     “ keep it to a minimum until we get back to the station , maybe ? ”     chloe gives him a look now .

Alec knew that Magnus was right. Dighting and blood shed was certainly a part of a Shadowhunter’s life. Before Alec didn’t mind it. He even reveled in it from time to time. However, now there was someone waiting for him at home.sokeone that he hoped to have a family with someday . “Magnus….I …” He didn’t know what to say. “I will try my best not to get hurt.”

     “ is this all just a joke to you , lucifer ? this is SERIOUS , okay ? ”

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He shook his head at her questions. “I want to promote him to ensign.” Except he knew he wasn’t going to get away with only that for an explanation. He sighed, feeling sure T’Pol wouldn’t think his reason a good enough one, but gave it anyway. “I found out he’s been seeing Ensign Slater and if they’re the same rank it doesn’t matter.”

Alec sighed. He hated this. He was a man of action and this was really the first time that he had been hurt this badly. “I don’t want to keep you from anything.” He squeezed Magnus’s hand. His actionsgoing the complete opposite of his words. It was nice to have someone there that cared. “I’m not going to get hurt again.”

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“Who wouldn’t want to take a break from their job now and then?  ANd with a man they like so much the better.  Bert and I do that all the time.  You should invite her come visit at once.  I won’t take no for an answer, Newt.”

“You’ll never now how she feels about anything until you ask her,” Mary insisted.  “Besides, who wouldn’t want a lovely vacation with a dashing young man such as yourself?  Stop selling yourself so short, Newt.”

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 It was one of those times that Elizabeth cursed being half Vulcan. Sleep was important to the girl, but at these times she hated the fact that she couldn’t. Meditation was hard at the moment, so she had decided to take a walk instead, sneaking out of her father’s and her quarters. She always preferred staying with him. 

 She was shocked to see the half smile on her mother’s face, but quickly shook it off. “I can’t meditate well tonight. I have tried almost everything else, but I just can’t get to sleep. Nothing is wrong.” She sighed and ran a hand through her long, brown hair. “Mom I don’t know what to do right now.”

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T’pol knew well the struggles of being unable to sleep. As of late, sleep has become quite elusive for her, and nothing she really had tried could easily help her. She wished it wasn’t the way for her daughter, but some nights it was hard for many of the people upon Enterprise. 

She could see that her mother was trying to reach out and she appreciated the effort, especially since she hadn’t seen such behavior before. At least from a Vulcan. “I’ve been fine” she said softly as she sipped on her own tea. She would have gotten some soda, but she had enough that day. “That’s good and I’ve been fine. Just working on school work and running around with Samantha and Porthos” She was honest and she thought that it was the right that she was. She was being a normal teenager, doing normal teenage things. That was the way it should be.

“Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.” Trip looked a little embarrassed as he came over to her desk. “I wanted a second opinion on Crewman Garcia. What you think his work is like.” At least to start with, but he wanted an unbiased answer before he told her the reason for his request.

Tina had always found Newt’s awkwardness endearing though she hit it behind huffs. The boy had shown up in her life and decided to change it all just as quickly. Mostly for the better. Her knew employment definitely a step up and the trust from her fellow witches and wizards. This redheaded magical zoologists has wormed his way into her heart. Being only herself and Queenie, the witch had gotten used to having walls up. If one was indifferent- there was no way they would be hurt. This man had broken all the rules the moment he came to America. Almost showing nomags magic and releasing creatures into the busy streets of New York. Scamander was a man without gile. Everyone had personal motives to weed through. Alliances and power struggles that you had to react to the blows of. He didn’t care much about magical politics or even power. No, he cared for his creatures and did what he could do ensure their safety. Sides could use the man’s bold choices, but he never worked from that angle. He too saw the world through facts, but cared more about injustices for others than furthering himself. Sure, he could still be a bit irriatating. Always stumbling with those beautiful lips and running fingers through beautiful locks. That smile always showing how kind he was even if it was just the jitters he shook with when communicating. Could he really care for her? All the magic in the world and she wished to know that. There was no certain change such thoughts would bring. Her career was skyrocketing and his book had done well. Fame wasn’t a driving factor either. Newt loves boldly and frequently. He’d shown her past the dangers of these creatures. She’d done her best to ensure their protection now though knowing their importance to the man in front of her had beeen the catalyst. Talking with him was breatheless. So familiar and easy but hard to figure out. Mabye knowing his feelings wouldn’t change anything. But it might dull the throb she felt at his love being for another. Hearing him hush about her would break Tina’s heart. Not that she’d ever let that fact show through her voice or face. Strength sometimes meant slight deception. People didn’t take a sappy person seriously. Bottling it up would ensure no pain to him too. Her lips formed a good natured smile. Hoping to ease the breathe and body language of her close friend. “I was a bit worried someone hexed you.” She teased good naturedly. Hopefully it didn’t come off snarky, but it had been quite a few moments since he stared off. Eyes connecting with the patches of thick brown hair now cut closely to her head. Taking a breathe, she opened the case. Following the little mannerisms she had seen Newt so many a time . People could read his book. They could see bits of the amazing, knowledgeable man, but no one else would get something like this. Hearing how passionate he was as he stroked the bowtruckle or winked at the niffler. They’d never see him so intimate. Tina cleared her throat allowing her body to descend the rest of the way down. “I have you found any new ones in England? That might be more entertaining for you, but I only partially saw the swooping evil when he was caught. I always wondered how he fared down here. You take good care of things that need you. Even if you can’t stay in one place for too long.”

“No, I just... got lost in my head for a moment.” Newt knew that he had a tendency to do that, especially when it was in terms of the woman in front of him. He couldn’t imagine Tina being willing to know just how he felt about her, which is why his thoughts had to remain private. Once he watched Tina go down into his case, he let out the breath he had been holding and followed her down into the case. 

“Oh nonsense.  She wouldn’t have done so much to help you if she dind’t feel the same way.”  Mary smiled at his descriptions of the woman.  She took the photo from him and looked it over.  “My she is lovely, isn’t she?  I”M sure your family will be delighted to meet her.  You must have her come to tea some time.”