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𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓴 001 - 𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪

   ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  THE ENGLISH MAN then laid on his side to face the woman. by the way she spoke, she must be a seelie. ❝ spice up things, huh ? ❞ he spoke to himself. ❝ sounds like a proposition, might you have some suggestions, love ? ❞

She set her journal down, giving him a playful smile as she did so. He wanted to play games, well, she would play games. “Oh, I have plenty of suggestions, sir,” She said as she sat back in her chair, “None that I believe you would be properly capable of, though. Your kind tend to flop, for lack of a better word, when put to the test.”

isla.

Isla had been walking around the Institute, trying to find somewhere she could relax and not have to worry about keeping up appearances for five bloody minutes. She had a bag of chocolate toffees and a smartphone, she really didn’t need much else. Mundanes did have their uses sometimes, she thought as she looked the phone over. She heard the familiar sound of footsteps and stopped, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Five minutes, was that so much to ask? 

She looked around and ducked into the only room she could see, surprised when she heard music upon opening the door. It had been a while since she heard that song, a couple decades if she remembered correctly, and it brought back ore than a few memories she thought she’d forgotten completely. She turned to see one of the Shadowhunter boys, the quiet one. She was silent for a long while, until he had finished his song and it was clear he had no idea she was there. She wondered what would be the best thing to do, debating with herself for a second beore deciding. 

“You’re quite good, you know.” She said, voice loud enough to break the silence but not quite loud enough to startle. “I never expect your people to that good at things like this.”

peter wouldn’t admit it but he was startled upon hearing the other’s voice break the silence of the room. he then looked up to see isla, a seelie. peter then stood, hoping she wouldn’t sense him having their queen’s blood running through his veins. “are you gonna use the room? i can leave if you want,” he said without even a thank you. peter knew he was good but it annoyed him for some reason when people acknowledged that. “i honestly would expect a lot of shadowhunters to be good at this. considering how stuck-up a lot of the families are.”

“Oh, no, please.” She said, gesturing to the piano bench in an invitation to sit again. She eyed him slightly, wondering what was different about him. She could feel something off, something that wasn’t like the rest of his kind, but she just couldn’t place it. “You would think people as...posh as your kind would be talented at this, but I’ve found that many Shadowhunters are a bit too...forceful for something so delicate.” She said, running a hand along the edge of the piano lid and gave him a small smile. “You do seem to be the exception, though. Toffee?” She extended one hand, a small treat resting in her palm.

Sorem was about to reply and tell her that she doesn’t need to be her since there wasn’t any suspicious activity going on but the sound of the bushes rustling near her stopped her. “uh, Isla..” she muttered, gliding down just enough to see the source of the sound, “something’s nearby. Can you like, rush here in Wolf’s Bane? just for back-up, thanks.” Sorem turned the call off and was about to fly up again but a hand suddenly emerged from the bush and she screamed.

It only took Isla a minute to get to Sorem. She’d had a lot of practice moving quickly, and she was glad it seemed to work just as well on this plane as it did in Faerie. She didn’t have much with her, just the usual dagger and a small satchel she kept for emergencies, but it would be enough. She easily pulled Sorem back a bit, pulling the dagger as she did so. “Well, you certainly seem to have the most interesting patrols, I must say.”

zeus’ eyes roll. “oh please. as if i’d be doing something as mundane as having a meltdown.” he says carelessly, in a show of nonchalance he doesn’t feel. but it’s an act he has perfected now. “are you sure you aren’t staring at me because i’m stunningly attractive? i would understand of course. alas, you arent the first woman to have been captivated by my perfect cheekbones and defined jaw. what can i say? people just go mad for these beautiful blue eyes.”

She gave him a withering stare and crossed one leg over the other as she did. “Oh, of course,” She said dryly, “How ever did I miss it? You’re just so captivating, please, take me before I die from the desire.” She pulled out a small notebook and began to write in it, one eyebrow arched as she glanced over at him. “Really, you’d think you’d find a more private place to have a breakdown.”

“At least I’m not the only one who thinks that,” Alexandra voiced as she nodded her head, exhaling deeply. The woman was right, there was something going on with all these attacks, probably a bigger threat that stood in the shadows, waiting to show its true face to the world. “Have we ever asked the right questions?” She smirked. “I think we have some demons to slay until we find some other leads.”

Isla smiled, glad to see that someone in the Institute could appreciate the advice of a Seelie. It was no longer as rare as it used to be, but it was still exceedingly rare for a Shadowhunter to actually listen to one of her kind, or any Downworlder for that matter. “No, actually, I don’t think anyone’s asked the right questions in a very long time, actually.” She said. “Go, by all means. I know how you Shadowhunters love to kill things.”