❝ Vampire mojo strikes again ! ❞

:// Okay, instead of fighting and struggling my way to write Simon anymore tonight, I’m just going to put him to sleep for a bit. Be back someday soon !  feel free to unfollow me and redo once I return if you so choose ! 

He feels HELPLESS. What else was new ? Here he was, a Vampire with capable strength and speed ( if he used it properly ) and yet he was instructed to stay behind at the Institute and remain on back up call instead. Although he wasn’t alone, sitting near the blonde Shadowhunter who was tapping away at a surveillance screen; Simon was leaning back in his chair, lightly twisting side to side in it before he finally finds his voice to ask, sighing.

Fork’s seemed like a nice enough little town, and with the constant cloud cover, it made it easy for his friend to be able to travel somewhat easier, despite the dull ache the low light still gave Raphael. Simon wasn’t exactly EXCITED to be here, but they needed to lay low after the chaos that was New York, and with the Institute and Clave regrouping, they took the opportunity to sneak away with their vampire group in tow. Simon made sure to have them understand CLEARLY that despite moving, the accords were still intact as far as he was concerned; which meant no hunting humans while they stayed here. 

Being eighteen meant Simon could still technically pass for a Senior in high school, and it’s looking like that’s what he has to do in order to get organized here in Forks, much to his distaste. Take one year to establish a residence here before travelling for college, Raphael said, he even encouraged Simon by saying to refresh himself here before taking on his life goals. Simon had to admit, despite being an immortal being ( Daylighter no less ), it wouldn’t hurt to refresh his education to ensure his spot into any University he wanted to apply for later on. Plus, it would be a nice little fresh start from his old life in New York.

He’s downing his glass of cow blood before dashing out of the small house he roomed with Raphael in, ignoring the light drizzle of rain slowly drenching his hair and neck. Within five minutes he was at the dull colored school, slowing his pace to a more HUMAN speed, observing with a small smile the stream of student filing into the cafeteria area. He’s making his way A BIT too enthusiastically toward the office area and ends up NEARLY knocking a smaller figure down, quickly reaching for her arms to help steady her. He’s stuttering, a nervous smile curving his lips;

He doesn’t know what Alec had texted him in for, to be honest whenever he DID Simon always felt like he was being asked into the PRINCIPLES office. ( What does T H A T say about the archer ? ) but nonetheless he makes it to the Institute fast by foot, following procedure to be allowed admittance and briskly walking forward in the direction of Alec’s office. He felt his phone buzz and immediately slipped it out to see Clary’s text. He was busy tapping out a reply when he’s suddenly colliding with a WALL of a person, grunting softly when makes contact and quickly steps back to adjust his balance, eyes glancing up with a small apologetic smile.

Before they set off for college, Clary had SOMEHOW ( okay, maybe not, he’d do anything for / with her c’mon ) managed to get Simon to agree to a summer abroad before they had to settle into the thrilling yet brain numbing experiences of a four year journey. Simon was dragged to the beautiful city of Paris with an excited and enamored Clary, practically being left to his own devices the minute they touched ground there and she ran off to explore on her own for a bit. Simon walked around their hotel’s block for five minutes before spotting a small shop with an enticing aroma surrounding it. 

He hears a bell chime when he enter’s, inhaling deeply and smiling at the assortment of treats and bread within the bakery. He was just perusing the display case when he see’s her enter the room from behind the counter, immediately straightening his posture and offering a smile.

“Um, hello ! I-I’m Simon...Nice shop you have here.”

OH BOY, does he want to face palm right about now.

    Blue eyes watch transition of utensil from a mess to a neat one , the other taking a rug to wipe the table clean and place a new set of food in front of him. He looks at the tin can before him , eyebrows furrow because he doesn’t know the difference between these  ‘ sodas ’. He knows about fruits though. 

        ‶  This is my first breakfast with a cereal , and I want it to be special. Castiel said that fruits are good for you. Oranges are good.  ❜        Jack explains , getting his spoon to poke the flakes within his bowl.        ‶  Milk is not a fruit. Why will you put milk in a cereal ?  It doesn’t make sense.  ❜   

          ｛     @fangnerd  |  cont.     ｝

Simon is nodding, lips lightly scrunching up in a small thoughtful pout as he watches the ( KID ? ) poke at the frosted flake cereal, adjusting his glasses before speaking. When were they coming back for him again ? Simon is starting to get wary with Jack’s thought process, this could only lead to weird stuttering conversing on his part and he doesn’t want that.

“Well congratulations, you’ve come to the right man ! I’ll try and help you make your first...Cereal, special ? Uh, y-yeah good point, good point. I’m more of an apple guy, again, but oranges are DEFINITELY good for you....Um, right,  milk is..from a cow and is liquid..Fruit is chewable but CAN have liquid too y’know ? Where milk helps you...Grow ? Grow, yep.”

OPEN. | @angeliichunter

It such a simple and soft spoken request, how can he POSSIBLY resist ? Especially with the Shadowhunter holding him so close to his warmer body, Simon loved the warmth emitting from his soft flesh. He raises himself onto his left elbow, hand holding up his head as he smiles at Jace’s unsure features, immediately leaning over to kiss away those furrowed brows, trailing his short light kisses down to Jace’s mouth, lingering there with a gentle longer kiss. He leans back with a dopey smile. 

“You know I’d basically DIE for you, right ? So, naturally I’d sing for you. What did you wanna hear ? Hmm, let’s start out with something simple but definitely one YOU haven’t heard yet...”

Before he start’s, he adjusts himself to lay closer to the blonde male, hand lifting to gently caress Jace’s cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone slow and light. His tone is slow and low;