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❝ she could never sway my loyalty. she may have my heart, but you will always have my allegiance. ❞ he was dedicated to jonathan in more ways than he could count. even if they weren’t tied to each other, he would still do anything the other said. anything that was asked of him. the others were only loyal to him because they were endarkened. he knew there were so many who wouldn’t have been on sebastian’s side if it weren’t for that, but not him. ❝ if she is ours, though, but i’m only yours, how am i not hers? ❞ he asks, a teasing nature taking over his tone.

@hellraiised·: "stop looking at me like that."

      ‘ sorry, just… you’re not… what I was expecting, ’ Alec admits, leaning against the counter & offering the other a hesitant smile over the rim of his mug. he hadn’t really thought through all of this when them meeting had gotten changed up & moved around. it was supposed to be at the coffee shop he worked at, then last minute the other had wanted to change it & he hadn’t known what to expect when he walked through those doors & got buzzed all the way to the top of the building. ‘ but I’m glad you texted me. I didn’t want to cancel. just… it’s a lot to take in. ’

❝ this is the place. ❞ he says, gesturing to the institute they stand in front of. it hadn’t been hard to track clary down to this place. it was just like it had been in thule, save for the utter destruction that had been brought down upon the place. ❝ clary is just inside those walls… ❞ his heart is thumping loudly in his chest, anxiety coursing through his veins. // @hellraiised 

A PRINCE IN A KINGDOM OF DESTRUCTION. he sits atop a throne, watching the activity in the institute. he’s not interested in what his father is doing. he’s not interested in most of what goes on around here, to be honest. it was better than being trapped in the unseelie court, sure, but he wanted… freedom.

❝ can i go out? or do you need me to sit here even longer for no reason? ❞ he asks, huffing as he looks over to his father. // @hellraiised

  sebastian’s   heart   was   r a c i n g   as   he   leaned   back   against   his   pillow,   looking   up   at   the   boy   who   seemed   to   be   ready   to   either   slit   his   throat   or   STAB   him   in   some   way   for   even   suggesting   that   valentine’s   true   son   couldn’t   be   him   because   as   far   as   he   was   aware,   he   was   in   a l i c a n t e   with   the   penhallows.   his   eyes   were   wide   &&   he   actually   screamed   a   bit,   immediately   covering   his   mouth   in   shock   when   jonathan   dug   the   blade   into   his   palm   to   show   blood   that   looked   more   like   demon   ichor   than   human   blood.   that   was   definitely   all   the   frenchman   NEEDED   as   proof   &&   while   he   was   scared,   on   some   level,   part   of   him   reasoned   that   he   would   have   hurt   him   already   if   he   planned   on   it,   &&   therefore   he   also   felt   weirdly   calm,   despite   the   shock.   ❝   i   believe   you,   j-jonathan.   please,   i   didn’t   mean   to   offend,   i   didn’t   know.   i   was   told   s p e c i f i c a l l y   that   this   other   boy,   jace,   you   call   him,   was   valentine’s   son.   but   i   see   now   that   it   is   a   LIE.   ❞

  he   sat   up   &&   reached   over   to   his   bedside   table   &&   pulled   out   some   gauze            he   was   ACCIDENT   PRONE   enough   that   having   plenty   of   first   aid   supplies   other   than   runes   was   probably   really   needed.   he   gently,   carefully   took   jonathan’s   hand   &&   began   to   wrap   it   without   thinking,   not   wanting   j o n a t h a n   to   hurt   anymore   or   get   an   infection   from   the   cut   that   he   made   in   his   hand.   the   black   ichor   soaked   through   so   it   needed   plenty   of   layers   of   it   &&   was   already   dripping   onto   the   sheets.   he’d   have   to   strip   the   bed   before   they   could   actually   rest.   he   looked   up   at   jonathan   &&   smiled   at   him,   SOFTLY,   ❝   i   don’t   think   you’re   a   monster,   no.   you’re   a   person,   i’ve   seen   real   monsters   before.   &&   of   course   i   think   of   you   as   my   friend.   you’ve   been   good   to   me   so   far,   &&   you   hold   me   when   you   s l e e p.   i   find   that   to   be   friendly.   ❞   there   was   warmth   in   the   smile   that   he   gave   him.

her heart aches as she looks at her big brother. the possibility of what he could have been tugged at her heartstrings. she has one hand wrapped around heosphoros but her arms are limp by her side with the hope that she won’t have to use it. she stands firm, doing her best not to let her emotions cloud her judgement. 

❝ you don’t have to do this, jonathan. ❞ she pleads, eyes wide. how had her life gotten to this point? begging her older brother — who she’d not even known existed for most of her life — to come back to the institute with her and stop all of this madness. ❝ please, jon. for me?  // @hellraiised 

  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌                somehow,   she   knew   that   she   couldn’t   keep   the   shadow   world   from   clary   forever   nor   could   she   hide   from   her   past   forever,   but   after   sixteen   years   it   seemed   like   maybe   she   could                everything   dark   &&   bad   about   what   happened   with   the   circle   would   just   𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄   away   like   a   memory.   jocelyn   thought   she   would   feel   happy   that   she   had   her   baby   boy   again,   that   he   wasn’t   actually   dead,   but   she   wasn’t   happy   at   all.   of   course   she   was   pleased   that   he   was   going   to   be   okay,   that   heavenly   fire   had   burned   all   impurities   away,   but   she   knew   that   there   was   not   going   to   be   some   sort   of   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑                there   would   be   a   trial,   the   clave   would   be   heavily   involved   in   trying   to   execute   him,   jonathan   would   have   his   own   mental   turmoil,   &&   there   was   no   way   he   would   trust   either   him   or   luke   anytime   soon.   &&   her   heart,   her   soul   ached   for   her   𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘   𝐁𝐎𝐘   because   there   was   almost   nothing   she   could   do   to   make   things   better.

  while   jocelyn   was   𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃   now,   having   sat   with   her   son   in   the   hospital   room   in   idris   for   the   entire   time   he   had   been   here,   making   sure   that   nobody   tried   to   hurt   him   in   his   sleep,   she   couldn’t   bring   herself   to   rest   for   more   than   a   moment.   the   only   time   she   took   a   nap   was   when   luke   was   there   to   watch   over   jonathan   for   her,   but   he   was   back   home   with   𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘   today   so   it   was   up   to   her   to   keep   him   company.   she   was   almost   losing   hope   that   he’d   ever   awaken   when   she   was   𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘   caught   by   surprise,   her   hand   pulling   away   as   her   boy   shot   up   &&   started   thrashing   around   like   he   was   being   held   underwater,   obviously   having   a   violent   panic   attack,   not   knowing   where   he   was   or   what   was   happening.

  ❝   baby,   shh,   no,   jonathan,   please                you’re   going   to   be   okay.   mommy   is   here,   yeah   ??   i’m   here.   you’re   in   a   hospital,   okay   ??   you’re   going   to   be   okay.   ❞   her   voice   shook,   but   she   tried   to   be   gentle   &&   comforting.   her   hand   reached   up   to   try   &&   pull   him   back,   but   she   pulled   her   hand   away,   realising   that   he   might   𝐍𝐎𝐓   want   her   to   touch   him.