PAIN ; HATE ; LOVE

Itprobably shouldn’t have surprised him that his sister wanted to askhim about love advice. He’d seen the way she looked at Simon and knewthat his sister was in love. But handling it was something thateveryone was going to have to figure out on their own. He’d struggledfor the longest time when it came to how he felt for Clary. It hadn’thelped that he’d thought they were siblings and that he wasValentine’s son. If anything that made things worse. But the onething that remained the same was his love for her. Jace hadn’t feltthings like that before and he knew that she was the one for him.Their lives, though, the constant fighting and the threat of losingtheir life meant any sort of relationship wasn’t easy but somehow thetwo of them made it work. And he was certain that Izzy would make itwork, too. Simon may have been nothing more than a mundane, but heknew his sister would find a way to make it work. “Even if hewasn’t aware of our world, he’d still have dangers in his day to daylife,” he pointed out, hoping that his advice would help hissister. A lot of what he knew about the mundane world was because ofClary. And given that Clary and Simon were friends she was willing tohelp him out the best way she knew how. Which meant in turn he wouldhelp his sister. But none of that would help with the worrying thatcame when you loved someone. “All you can do is keep telling himto stay home I guess. Though if he refuses to listen he might justkeep showing up no matter what.” He didn’t know if they shouldkeep exposing Simon. That sort of danger wasn’t something he shoulddeal with but if Izzy wanted him to be exposed then so be it. “Justbe careful, Iz. He might end up finding more trouble than you’reready to deal with.”

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      Alec can’t help the laugh that teases out of him, & it feels good not to feel the immediate need to crush it & hide it away. stoicism had it’s time & place, he’d learned - largely because of Magnus if he’s being honest - & here in the safety of these walls with his family, it’s not needed or even warranted. that, & the idea of Izzy helping Max on the ceiling is an image that’s just funny. he wouldn’t put it past her one bit. ‘ so very trustworthy, ’ he offers with a fondness that’s undeniable. ‘ alright. well, we’ll be back and not late. you know how to reach us if something comes up. ’ still he can’t help but worry. this is his perfect little family, & he’s worked so damn hard to keep them all safe. after years of war, it’s hard to just relax.

How did he handle love? The question threw him for a loop and confusion was etched into his features. Before he’d met Clary love wasn’t something he thought about. His father had pounded into his head that love was a weakness, that he needed to avoid it if he wanted to be the best and for the longest time that’s what he did; avoided it and focused on training. Then Clary came into his life and everything changed. He was still struggling with love and with what his father said, but Jace wasn’t certain how to explain that to Izzy. Their parents hadn’t been as strict as his but they still all focused on being shadowhunters and not on finding love. “Some days I’m not sure I do handle it,” he finally told her, offering a small smile. Clary tended to make it easy but he knew it wasn’t. Not with their lives being what it was. “It’s hard not thinking about her when I’m on patrol. But then I remember that if I don’t focus I’ll have you or Alec yelling at me from the medical ward.”

      there have been so many changes for all of them. a few years ago, if pressed, he would have answered he saw himself pushed into a marriage of convenience by this point to do his  duty for his family & the Clave, but instead he was here with his husband & his family – which included a son. watching Izzy with Max brought even more joy to his heart & it was hard to voice so he just offers her a wry smile. ‘ I you say that now. wait until he shows you his favorite spot on the ceiling. but I trust you. and we won’t be gone that long. ’

It wasn’t anything new being stuck in a coffin and left to his own thoughts. Nor the betrayal from his own siblings. Well if he was being honest there was only one who kept thrusting a dagger into his chest. Klaus never much liked when any of them spoke out against him. This time it was the fact he chose to love someone who Klaus saw as an enemy. So of course his response was to trap him until further notice. 

The only reason he was freed due to the fact that Klaus was under attack by witches. Who then took the dagger out of him since it seemed they were old friends of his. Kol hadn’t counted on being hexed or dying but getting back to his old body was worth all of it. Honestly he would rather focus on Isabelle then anything else. 

“Klaus didn’t really approve of you. Bloody wanker got me before I knew what was coming.” 

∑ - Of course his brother had taken out his frustrations on Kol. There was no other way that Klaus tended to expose his emotions but to take it out on his siblings. Both younger and older. Isabelle hated that it was the way of the Mikaelson family, that she was starting to get her heart set on a life with Kol, and now there was more than enough roadblocks in the way that were going to try and keep the pair of them apart. It hurt her heart more than she cared to let on, she used to shield such a precious and delicate organ, but now it was exposed and she couldn’t help it.

               WITH A TINY GASP, she scampered back, clutching her backpack in front of her. the shadowhunter’s words didn’t register until she’d backed herself up against the wall, already preparing to summon fire to her palms ( the only spell she was certain she’d mastered, really ). you don’t have to be scared of me, the woman said, her voice gentler than what she could imagine coming out of a fearsome hunter’s mouth. ❛ …really? ❜ let it not be said that klee was not a trusting soul.

               BEFORE SHE COULD THINK BETTER OF IT, a tiny hand reached out to take the other’s, pulling herself to her feet and wobbling in place for a moment before settling onto her heels. ❛ thanks, ❜ she chirped, because albedo said it was important to be polite. isabelle lightwood, she repeated to herself quietly. the name sounded familiar, though she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to remember right now. the stranger was being honest, at least, so it probably wasn’t too dangerous to tell her her name. ❛ i’m klee! ❜ a frown. ❛ are you here to, uh, custody me? ‘cause if you are, i didn’t do anything wrong! ❜ today, at least.

∑ – Bending down so they were the same height, Isabelle hated the idea of anyone being scared of her that didn’t need to be scared of her. If she was going to harm someone younger, they typically already were coming at her with spells and attacks. But this little girl wasn’t. Shaking her head she dropped to her knees - easier than resting on her heeled ankles - and tucked her hair behind her ears. Something so simple would soften the Lightwood woman’s entire demeanour. “Yeah, really. Have you heard of my family name?” Typically the Lightwood name was known to all of the shadow and down world.

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢   𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗   .                  the   legacy   of   the   lightwood   family   carries   a   tremendous   weight   ,            one   that   he   has   felt   less   of   lately   but   has   not   completely   vanished.            it   now   rests   on   her   shoulders   and   though   alec   believes   she   has   more   than   proved   herself   worthy   ,      he   also   has   a   feeling   his   sister   is   putting   pressure   on   herself   anyway.         AFTER      ALL   ,                  HE’S   BEEN   IN   HER   SHOES   .               being   responsible   for   an   entire   institute   was   far   different   than   being   a   foot   soldier.            so   many   lives   relied   on   the   head’s   decisions   ,         but   he   wouldn’t   have   handed   over   the   title   to   her   if   he   had   thought   she   wasn’t   ready.         these   check   ups   were   not   so   much   to   assess   her   work   ethic   ,         as   they   were   to   check   in   on   his   sister’s   well   being                        both   mental   and   physical.                  

fist   knocks   against   the   familiar   door   ,         awaiting   permission   to   enter   before   doing   so.         a   smile   beginning   to   form   along   his   lips   upon   hearing   her.                        ‘   how   did   you   know   it   was   me?      ‘                  he   inquires   as   the   door   is   shut.         silvery-blue   eyes   shift   over   the   bottle   of   liquor   and   the   beginning   smiles   makes   way   for   worry   lines      (      and   a   frown   )      .                     ‘   something   happened.      ‘               there’s   no   room   left   open   for   her   to   argue   the   contrary.               tall   frame   makes   his   way   further   into   the   room   ,         sitting   on   the   arm   of   the   couch   near   where   she   sits.                     ‘         you   don’t   just         TURN   TO      hard   liquor   because   you’ve   had   a   great   day.            what’s   going   on?               i’m   asking   this   as   your   brother   ,            not   your   boss.         ‘   

∑ - Isabelle found that her entire life felt as if it was in the balance. She was a puppet and the Clave tugged at her strings. They appointed her Head and yet, they were also telling her how to do everything as if she knew nothing. As if she was nothing more than an airhead who barely understood the runnings of an Institute. Being so responsible for so many people, for the warriors both old and young that sat beneath her, who were workers and family members. Those who trained and those who did the training. Everyone looked up to her and as much as she could handle it, there were other days when it felt like too much. Didn’t feel right and didn’t sit comfortably. Sure she got the role passed down from Alec, part of her had to prove that more than one Lightwood could take control, but she also didn’t feel worthy some days.

Kol couldn’t imagine what Isabelle must of been through not knowing where he had been for months. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that someone cared about him. Since his family never really made a point to show him love or attention ever. So the fact that Isabelle not only cared but loved him was still a concept he was trying to let himself accept. Honestly it kept him going when things were really bad while daggered after all. 

It felt incredible having her close since to him it felt like ages since the last time he was given such a gift. “I missed you too.” Kol grabbed a hold of one hand and kissed her palm. “I’m sorry love. If I could come back sooner I would have. Not much fun being stuck in a box after all.” 

She cared for him more than she could imagine. Love was a hard thing for Isabelle to handle mentally and giving her heart away was something she never thought she would do. And to hand it to a vampire, an original, to Kol Mikaelson of them all. The one who would jet off, the one that everyone warned her about as he could crush her heart in a moments notice.

               ❛ GAH! ❜ you’re a big girl, klee, and big girls aren’t easily spooked by jumping shadows, and— another squeaking noise escaped her anyway, the little warlock pulling the edges of her cap over her ears as though it’d help conceal her. it was only the quick sound of footsteps, heels clicking over pavement, that snapped her back to reality. quickly, she peered around the tall bin she’d found refuge behind.

               A WOMAN STOOD THERE, tall and dark-haired and pretty, a long silver thingy clutched in her hand. a marked hand, klee noted, with the eye-shaped drawing albedo had shown her so that she might recognize it. shadowhunter. shadowhunters weren’t bad per se, but her guardian had to be wary of them for a reason, and so she too must, as he puts it, ‘exercise caution’. klee risked another peek…

               …AND TRIPPED, landing right at the shadowhunter’s feet.

∑ - When Isabelle saw just how young the stranger was, she let the electrum whip snake back up her arm as she tucked her loose black curls behind her ears. Giving herself the best chance at seeing in the dark. With her voyance rune scarred straight into the back of her hand, anyone who knew Shadowhunters could pick her out of a line up just by looking at her hands. Isabelle could see the young girl, and could see that she was trying to conceal herself from others, possibly even her.

“ – 𝙽𝙾𝚆, 𝙽𝙾𝚆– 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 . “   the warlock’s tone is playful , but the look on his face serious ;  he is still not the fondest of the institute . even now , it represents everything almost against his kind , he keeps it warded , he visits occasionally ,  but magnus still feels out of place ,  more than anywhere else , here he sticks out like a sore thumb , and to compensate for any feelings of discomfort he has gone all out with his outfit of the day ; brilliant emerald streaks his air ,  his eyeliner smudged and raised high and sharp enough to kill . his clothes don’t disappoint either , his pants shimmer as he walks closer , examining the mannequins with something like distaste .  OH HE UNDERSTANDS THE SANCTITY OF SHADOWHUNTER TRAINING ,  he really does .  and he’s not here to disturb isabelle, not without good reason . 

besides , she was already skilled enough , at least in his eyes .  magnus knew after everything that had happened ,  there was worries , from everyone – about isabelle being distant , and he had come , not as a favour to them , but because they were friends .  he missed his friend .  the thought is somewhat selfish ,  he muses ,  impossible to expect her to just revert to the girl she had been before , and he couldn’t pretend to understand exactly the depths of her feelings , but he was at least the most experienced .  maybe the most experienced in the whole institute .  “  I’m not here to spar .  “  the airy wave of a hand , a smile ,  “ not like this . “ 

∑ - “You’re interrupting my private time.” A hiss on her tongue as she looked at her brothers lover, a distaste for the warlock still came out, she still felt as if she got the short end of the stick when it came to the relationship deal after Edom. Simon wasn’t around anymore, he didn’t remember. So Isabelle was left alone in an Institute full of happy together couples. She knew he was being a jokester, but still there was a sense of seriousness in his tone, in his cat eyes. “You look dressed for an occasion, what must it be? Taking my brother on a victory date?”

@snakedhand continued from x

Kol had simply went to see his siblings knowing if he hadn’t they would go looking for him and that was less then ideal. So he went back for a visit thinking it wouldn’t be long before he returned to his loft and was with Isabelle once more. But it would seem nothing ever went the way it was supposed to when it came to his family. All thanks to some witches his older brothers had seemed to piss off. 

What should of been a few days possibly only a week tops turned into much longer. Thanks to first being hexed and dying once again only to be brought back so he could suffer once more. The only good thing about being back in his old body was knowing Isabelle could recognize him now. When all was said and done Kol finally made his way back. Sure Isabelle would have plenty of questions for him. 

“Miss me Darling?” 

∑ - Isabelle was searching for how she was truly feeling. Kol had abandoned her, she was hurt yes, but she was also thankful that he had finally come home. That he hadn’t been staked with white oak, but that he was here, and safe. Isabelle never knew what happened out on the road, and she couldn’t guarantee anything anymore when it came to her relationship with the Mikaelson vampire. 

Her arms were wrapped aroundhim tightly, and all she wanted to do was stay with her lover. “I always miss you,” she whispered before pulling back and backhanding him across the chest lightly. “You could’ve called, or even sent a text. Find a warlock and send a fire message, I don’t care. Just don’t do that to me again.” She was angry, but her angry face turned into a slight pout as she looked up at Kol.