de angelis et hominibus

                     the  gallery  had  now  fully  vacated,  save  for  clary,  luke  and clary’s  manager.  the  blonde  woman  approached  her  and  handed  her  an  envelope  of  cash,  excitement  emanating  off  her  as  she  announces  how  much  her  paintings  had  sold  for  and  how  much  money  she  actually  gets  to  keep  from  the  sales.  enough  to  pay  her  rent  for  another  six  months,  and  live  comfortable,  should  there  be  any  issues  with  selling  over  the  quieter  period.  (  she  hopes  there’s  none,  but  clary  has  been  planning  for  it  all  year.  )  she  smiles,  thanks  her  manager  and  tucks  the  envelope  into  her  handbag,  takes  the  key  to  lock  up  and  promises  her  manager  she’d  speak  to  her  in  the  morning  and  to  have  a  good  night. 

                    attention  turns  to  look  now,  emerald  optics  washing  over  him  curiously.  ❛  i’m  sorry  about  that,  ❜  she  murmurs,  painted  pink  lips  pressing  together  a  moment.   ❛  i’ll  be  honest,  i  didn’t  remember  you  right  away.  ❜  it  had  been  when  she  touched  his  arm  that  the  memory  had  come,  though  she  was  unsure  how  many  memories  she  had  with  this  man,  or  what  had  happened  between  them.   ❛  would  you…❜  she  begins,  and  she  can’t  believe  she’s  asking  this  stranger,  someone  old  enough  to  be  her  father,   to  come  out  with  her.   ❛  would  you  like  to  come  for  coffee  with  me  ??  ❜  she  manages,  and  she  decides  she’s  going  to  try  to  pick  his  brains,  see  if  she  can  piece  together  what  happened  to  her  before  she  lost  her  memories.   ❛  there’s  this  little  place  around  the  corner,  ❜  she  tells  him,  clutching  the  keys  to  the  gallery  in  her  hand,  knuckles  turning  white  in  her  own  nervousness.  ❛  java  jones,  ever  hear  of  it  ??  they  open late,  and  i’d  like  to…find  out  more  from  you,  if  that  would  be  okay  ??  ❜   

Isabelle couldn’t help but laugh, knowing Aline was right. Her brother and Magnus weren’t exactly subtle or discreet about their fun times, but she had thought she was the onpy one to really notice. A loving smile curled her lips and she leaned to kiss the ither nephilim. “I say we go get cleaned up and then we decide what else we want to do for the night.”

                        isabelle pulled slowly away from aline , her fingers trailing over her cheek ,  as she tilted her head to the side. „ see.. you can have fun. “ , isabelle hummed teasing , as she wandered down to her neck with her lips and softly tugged on the skin with her teeth. „ isn’t it quiet funny.. such a dirty little secret ..” , she joked , before her eyes wandered up again. „ you have to tell me what you want. “

He shifted his weight into Ragnor’s side, a quiet declaration that they were fine. At least, on his side they were. He wasn’t quite sure if Ragnor would say the same. “We should talk about what happened.” They needed to clear the air between them, make sure they were on the same page. And Raphael hadn’t forgotten about his partner’s self-deprecation, either, he’d mention that too. “Do you have time before your work or do you want to keep it for later?” He had some Clan business to take care of, but nothing that couldn’t wait.

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                          isabelle slowly pulled away from the werewolf again , tongue licking over her own lips for a slip second before her dark orbs roamed over her and she chuckled. „ hmm  , definitely a good kiss, wasn’t it ? “ , she asked teasing and pursed her lips.

            Maia could only blush under that dark gaze, feeling both like an object and as something holy. This was never something she’d felt before, and she could admit that she had quite a bit of experience in this arena. “There aren’t any words that could describe that...” Maia murmured, biting into her bottom lip. 

“You’re more than that; fact you can even address it shows that.” Unfortunately she never got to face it before her mom died. Still quite didn’t, felt an misfit and then some already. If she herself had just let her mother tell her on her birthday about all of the shadow world, maybe things would be different. But Clary quickly brushed the thought as reoccurring it was aside. 

Clary smiled back as fiddled with her jacket sleeves some more. Before letting fingers just curl against the fabric. “Plus if I was going to judge too harshly- I’d be pretty guilty of the same.” Little shrug of her shoulders. 

At least if nothing else there was Ragnor; eyes closing at the nails against his scalp. Something to focus on that wasn’t the pain, or fear. Trying for a second to hear the warlock’s heartbeat before remembering- wasn’t really an option. Large part of him just wanted to cry from all the pain. 

Only took his stubborn existence all this time to say it. Realizing how cliche it was an exhausted, brief laugh. Before ending up coughing more blood into the bucket. “Wish I could have actually said it- I owe you that later.”

                 Ragnor was desperately desparing at the knowledge that there was truly nothing he could do right now aside from watching someone he cared for and loved deeply suffer. He hadn’t felt so helpless in a long time, nigh impossible for this with the gift of magic. There was nothing he wanted to do more than just bundle up Raphael and hold him to his chest, shield him from the horrors of the world. 

                             he  is  probably  the  only  person  she  can’t  say  no  to,  and  it’s  rare  that  he  asks  something  so…something  like  this  of  her.  she  wants  to  hold  strong,  continue  to  be  stubborn  and  refuse  to  budge  on  the  topic,  but  she  can’t.  she  knows,  and  so  does  he.  a  frustrated  huff  is  offered,  arms  folding  across  her  chest  like  a  stroppy  teenager  as  tongue  laces  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  gaze  averting  momentarily.   ❛  fine,  ❜  she  sighs,  cocoa  orbs  flickering  back  to  rest  on  his  own,  jaw  setting.   ❛  no  one  touches  me  without  my  say  so.  that  goes  for  getting  my  attention,  hugging  me….anything.  i  don’t  like  it  and  i  will  respond  appropriately.  i’ll  put  the  whole  pack  on  their  ass  if  i  have  to,  luke.  ❜

                         her mother’s words still had their graps around her. she played around , had some fun with guys and then dropped them again , because love was dangerous. love was there to destroy you , but how could love be so wrong , when it felt so right ? isabelles smiled grew wider and she cupped his cheeks , leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. „ mh it’s very sweet of you. “

             Meliorn knew just how unlikely it was that the two would ever become anything cemented, but his heart held hope despite the knowledge, as he’d grown soft for the Shadowhunter over time. Meliorn sighed against Isabelle’s lips, the taste of love and affection lingering against his lips, eager to be expressed. “I believe you’re probably the only person to ever call me sweet.” 

                         isabelle moved her lips against clarissas , just slowly pulling away , before she leant her forehead against clarys and chuckled. „ see .. not that bad.”, she purred teasing , before her lips moved down , brushing over her neck and bitting softly in the pale skin there. „ you’re beautiful , have i ever told you that ? “, she hummed , as she further explored the skin on her neck and softly tugged on it every now and then without leaving any marks.

             Clary didn’t think she could ever get used to kisses like this; being kissed as though she deserved to be consumed, as though she may just be. Sure, she’d felt the gaze of desire upon her quite a few times by men, but she had never been drawn to them the same, only to the gentle curves of the women around her, which filled her with an awful burning shame. Head tilting to the side, Clary offered herself to Isabelle, fingernails ever so gently digging into the skin of Izzy’s shoulders. “No, I don’t suppose you have.” Clary replied, voice shaking just as much as she was, so aroused she could barely think straight. Ha ha. 

Clary smiled as she watched Aline, loving her girlfriend more and more as each day passed. They walked quietly along the street, and Clary leaned into Aline as they got closer to the Institute. “Are you gonna stay a while?” She asked, looking up at Aline. “I don’t like when you’re gone a lot.”

                         a fond smile spread across his lips. alexander did made him happy. alexander meant everything to him and as much as he loved them to meet , he wasn’t sure of how much he could take. what if his mother decided to leave again ? what if she wasn’t .. be able to stay around ? it would only break him so much more. he inhaled a sharp breathe , before he nodded. „ i’m sure we can arrange a dinner. “ , he agreed.

       “Objectification, is what it is” he muttered, steeling himself inwardly. He was going to do it. Of course he was - it was obviously their best option, and as much as je wanted to suggest that Jace go instead of him, he knew it wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Truth be told, if he was by himself, or even with Izzy, he wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it. But having Jace listen to him make a fool of himself…well, he would never live that down, that’s for sure. They loved each other, but they took a little too much pleasure in teasing each other too. And that was a thing Alec didn’t think he could stomach being made fun of; not for the foreseeable future. “Fine. We’ll never speak of that, got it?”