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Sins of the Father
The rain outside was heavy, it fell upon the institute roof like one hundred thousand chains. The hour was late. Robert Lightwood still had ichor smeared across the vest of his gear, the same demonic blood that tainted his blades and splattered his son's boots. Alec was behind him, the mission was messy but quick and now it was over and done with. The rain outside was heavy, and so were Robert's thoughts.
They hadn't spoke. Robert never spoke unless it was directly necessary. He never spoke to Maryse, he didn't even when they were young and free. He spoke to his late loverly Parabatai, but only sometimes, and now he was gone. He did not speak to his children. He didn't speak at all.
There were things to say, important things. Things that Robert didn't understand. But he spoke anyway, despite his better judgment and a twinge of smothering fear at the thought. "Alec." His tone was blunt, forward. "A word?"
alecunafraid
"What is it Alec?" he asked curiously pausing fighting a trainer as he fell backwards and glared and he flung at the trainer and pinned him against the wall. Ever since Clary hadn’t returned his phone calls and everything. He was worried and more touchy than usual. He looked at Alec and then paused, "Alec, is it important?" He asked as he felt himself pinned to the ground as he let out a gasp as he heard his trainer say that was all for the day…He grunted to himself and was helped up. Going to Alec he sighed, "Ok, what is so important?" he finished pausing.
OutOfCoffee:
I owe
1. thebooksellingwerewolf
2. alec-unafraid
starters. I shall get on them ASAP tomorrow. c:
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Text: I mean everything I say.
"Where I send wha—" He cut off the question with a strangled noise of terror. Magnus’s contact was the one below his sister’s on his favored list of contacts. There was a clear, painful difference as he’d just noticed. "Delete it!" He hissed, not daring open his door in shame and pure horror.
She rolled her eyes "Why would I keep it? Unless you wanted me to forward it to Magnus for you?"
+1 has entered the Institute
Clary had just arrived at the Institute. Lately she had been spending a lot of time there, training. Things had gone crazy lately but she still had to train. Shadowhunters never got a day off. Though she had taken a few after the latest catastrophe. But now she was back at the Institute for her training. She walks down the halls, heading toward the elevator, about to get on it when someone else comes out. She smiles at them and asks: “Hey, how you holding up?”
