#agentsapien

     If Jessica hadn’t seen what she did the night before she was taken she probably would have been freaked out when she first saw the other. Now, she was quiet, observing him from afar. He didn’t look like a wendigo. Honestly, he wasn’t scary to her at all. Maybe she was just losing her senses..?

     She clasped her hands in her lap, shifting on the bench. It wasn’t very comfortable, but perhaps that was because she was dragged around by a monster for a considerable time last night. Her whole body was sore. She shook her head. Just thinking about it made her feel sick.

     She placed her hands over her face, groaning softly. What was she even doing? In a situation like this, she should’ve been looking for her friends, but she was exhausted. Maybe, just maybe, the other would help her for a moment.

“Excuse me..”

           Functional libraries did not exist in Ophelia’s world. Very few people had an appreciation for literature where she was from (If they could even read at all.) A lot of what managed to survive the nuclear bombs ended up as Raider’s fire kindling. Whenever she was lucky enough to find a complete book or magazine she’d take it. It was one of the reason’s she was teased as a ‘pack rat’ by some of her compatriots. Even if they did not appreciate Ophelia’s eccentric hoarding ways; they eventually stopped complaining. What she had learned in books and the strange objects she had gathered came in handy more than once.  

The joy that shown on Ophelia’s fair face was almost infectious. It almost had a childlike wonder quality to it. In Ophelia’s wildest dreams she would have never fancied herself in such a splendid library. She had never been the type of person who lamented over what time period she lived in. A feral nuclear wasteland was what she was born in. Why pine for a life that she could never have? Luxuries such as a clean and operational library did not even cross her mind. Yet she found herself amongst more books than she could have ever imagined.

           Happily Ophelia nestled herself into the farthest enclosed corner of the library. The retro beauty was surrounded by a variety of books. The subjects varied from; locking picking, computer programming, fashion magazines, maps, and cook books. There were even a few books in Chinese. For the first time in her life she could read in peace. Not just grabbing glances between gun shots and haggling. She imagined this is what being content felt like.

           Between Ophelia’s fingers was a small platinum colored disk. As she read she absentmindedly played with it in; flipped it back and forth. Carelessly she let the precious piece of metal slip through her fingers and it rolled into the isle.

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

meme | accepting.

🌹 “Perhaps so.” A soft acknowledgement while she turns to gaze at the very tall aquatic man. “It may take awhile, but I believe we could do it.” She wasn’t entirely dismissive to the idea but she held a lack of noticeable approval for it either.

“『You know.. being approached by creepy looking fish people doesn’t really excite me, you know?』” 

The minus turned his attention towards the odd figure standing before him. Beneath his feet, a weeping, teenage male surrounded by bloodied bodies. It was simple, really. He was testing something out. How many people did a teenager have to see brutalized before his eyes before their sanity broke completely? With all the violent videogames they were playing nowadays, maybe they were immune to it. Although, this one didn’t seem to be deriving as much enjoyment from seeing all these injured people as he probably did from videogames. 

Maybe it’s because one of them was his mother? Who knew? Wait.. What was the point of this again? Ah, it probably didn’t matter. But he’d keep doing it anyway! Oh, right. This.. fish person was still here. Whoever he was.

       If there was one thing Alec was familiar with in this odd world he’d found himself in, it was Downworlders. Fey and warlocks, werewolves and vampires. Those he knew. Those he could deal with. Those were the things he’d been dealing with his whole life. And, even if the Cold Peace had left a deep, hostile rift between those of Alec’s kind and the fey, seeing the slick, wet-looking skin of what the Shadowhunter immediately assumed was a kelpie proved to be a welcome sight. Anything of familiarity in this confusing place wouldn’t be rejected by the Lightwood, even if the other party might not be so receptive. But he had to at least try, if it would bring him a step closer to returning to where he belonged. Hands tucked in his pockets, Alec approached the kelpie with long strides, blue eyes staring out from the fringes of his black bangs.