my teeth and ambitions are bared

It was harder and harder to not start laughing, but Alec remained a semi successful poker face (and if anyone would have questioned it, he would claim that he was just so relieved that the other was not dead; before possible starting to laugh). Still, the moment they were out of sight and ear shot, Alec almost doubled over. It took him a few moments before he was able to respond again, wide grin on his face, slightly out of breath. “Sorry” - no, he was not, “- just, their faces. Priceless. I didn’t know what to say. You scared the hell out of them.” 

Raphael had had decades of practicing his poker face. Decades of making sure his true feelings didn’t show so that his opponents would only see what they wanted to see.

nickname .   joly   

sign .   cancer 

height .   5 ′ 4 ″ 

favourite   music   artist .  uh, I really can’t choose one tbh 

last   tv   show   you   watched .   the umbrella academy 

what   kind   of   stuff   do   you   post .  i try to keep it mostly in character stuff tbh or at least stuff related to/focused on raphael

do   you   have   any   other   blogs  ?   yep! a michael carpenter from the dresden files ( @amcracchius​ ) and a vampire oc ( @tenebrc​ )

why   did   you   choose   your   url  ?   google translate claimed that immortuos is the latin translation of “undead” which seemed fitting 

hogwarts   house .   slytherin 

pokemon   team .  i have no clue tbh i don’t know anything about pokemon

favourite   colour  .   blue 

how   many   blankets   do   you   sleep   with  .   one or two 

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍   𝚋𝚢  :   @avastuniverse​

          Magnus looks up sharply when he hears the familiar (beloved) voice in his doorway, going still with surprise and no small amount of shock. Is that??… but How…. A split second later, the Warlock drops the spellbook in his hand and swings around the corner of his office entrance to stare at—-

          “— Raphael!?” Bane breathes, eyes darting from the boy’s smiling face to the patchwork of sunlight filling up his loft’s living room. On instinct, Magnus throws up a hand to magically yank the curtains closed, his mind racing over how Santiago even got here in broad daylight— 

          But (Oh Edom) it’s too late. Raphael has already stepped right into a square of sunshine like a fool, and…. and he’s… “…You…” The Warlock gapes stares, because Santiago is lit up with light and he’s still smiling.  

          “…Are… Are you human??” Magnus gasps incredulously, leaping forward grab to at Raphael, but gently, his palms bracketing the boy’s slim shoulders so he can look him up and down. Uninjured, the Warlock marvels, Rafe’s entirely unharmed! And despite knowing how his son feels about physical displays of affection, Bane cannot suppress the urge to pull the younger man into an embrace. 

          “…I’m…” Magnus huffs a laugh, still reeling. He leans away to cup a palm against Raphael’s cheek. “.. yes, you silly boy, I’m back. And apparently I missed a few things while I was gone…” 

Magnus seems to be having some trouble with forming full sentences, but - Raphael really can’t blame him for it. He’d be surprised too if their roles were reversed so he doesn’t make a snide comment about it. 

He still doesn’t comment even when Magnus drags him into a hug despite it coming nearly reflexively. No, he swallows the remark and instead wraps his own arms around the Warlock’s waist to hold on tight. He rests his head against the other’s shoulder and just… breaths for a second, just enjoys the proximity with the one person who’s most important to him.

“No, not human.” That much is still out of his reach, but at least he can see the sun again. He can finally see the sun rise and set every day, he can enjoy the warmth of it on his skin, he doesn’t have to risk dying for staying out too late. “It’s a bit of complicated story, but I’m a Daylighter now.”

( Just like Simon, but Raphael wasn’t going to dwell on him right now. This moment was a good moment and he wouldn’t let the thought of Simon Lewis ruin it. )

                            “There’s something suspicious going on here,” Magnus managed to murmur quietly enough, moving away as soon as he’d said what he’d needed to. He was sure that Raphael had heard him. There was, indeed, and awful, uncertain feeling crawling down Magnus’ spine that something was not right here at the Institute. Just because Alec and Luke couldn’t see didn’t mean that Magnus couldn’t. “We’ll speak more about it afterward.”  

In his half asleep state, it really hadn’t sounded like a bad idea - him keeping most of the blanket (a soft and warm cocoon he would not give up willingly), but the moment his bare skin was met with shocking cold, he gasped, half up in his spot and eyes wide open. A step closer to being awake. With a groan, he flopped back down again, curling up a bit more. It didn’t really help.

“You’re awful.” There was little doubt that this had been very much on purpose; it was all over Raphael’s face though he was hiding it more or less well enough. The blanket was still warm, but there was no falling back into this hazy state of almost asleep against Raphael’s cool skin. With a sigh Alec sat up, mentally preparing himself, before taking a few steps ouf of the bed to find his shirt after all.

Grumbling all the way about cruel, cruel vampires, he got back into bed, purposefully snuggling close to the other. “So mean” he said, eyes already closing again then.

Raphael really couldn’t stop the smug, satisfied grin from appearing at Alec’s reaction, even while his eyes stayed shut to at least keep a pretense of sleep. It was exactly what the Shadowhunter deserved for hogging the blankets. Maybe he’d feel just a tad guilty for waking Alec up like this when he was always so busy during the day, but right now he couldn’t muster the energy for it.

“Hm, I know,” though his triumphant tone trailed off into grumbling when Alec actually left the bed. That hadn’t been the intention.

                               Ragnor would remind Raphael every chance he could. He’d loved him ever since they were little kids, and he would continue to love him until his dying breath. Just because they existed in a world full of and created by magic, didn’t mean that the love they shared wasn’t wholly christened in it as well. Ragnor’s heart ached at the verbalization of Raphael’s love–it still shocked him, even if they’d been together for years now. 

                                      Ragnor hadn’t ever believed that he’d be loved. Really, when he was growing up, he noticed everyone else falling in love around him and knew that he’d never feel that, and boy was he happier than he’d ever had been to eat his words. “You know, I’m supposed to be grading student’s work, so it isn’t exactly fair that you are walking around here looking as beautiful as you are.”

“Well… I can leave if you want?” It wasn’t a real question, but he liked teasing Ragnor too much not to start getting off of him, expression fake-sad. It also worked well as a deflection for the compliment since Raphael still didn’t quite know how to react whenever Ragnor did that. They’d been together for so long now and it still caught him off guard.

I'd say sorry but...