#beastmade

Camping. Valentine wasn’t certain which of them had truly suggested it -- though he, himself, had suggested that they take the time to train together. Perhaps Valentine had simply wanted some more time away from his parents -- the academy had let out for a time and those who lived in Alacante were allowed the opportunity to return home. His father had requested that he return on any school breaks so that he could continue to train hard -- and so Valentine had told his parents that he was going camping to train with his parabatai.

“ you forget, i used to live here… ” anger hardly abates, but he keeps his voice leveled, wet ground sloshing under his boots. for him, this was a catalog of memories. a place where he grew up, where he met jocelyn. met valentine.

a different life; a different purpose. a different home.

“ everything still looks the same. the nephilim are a lot of things ———- but they never were really big on change. ”

         ❛   right.   ❜    he’s angry with her, that’s painfully obvious, and clary would be concerning herself more with the edge to his tone and the shortness of his words if it wasn’t for the most important thing ------finding a way to save her mother. there’s a part of her that wants to yell at him, too. maybe she’d been blind to his feelings for jocelyn before, but she can see it so obviously now, and with that knowledge so clear in her mind, she can’t understand why he isn’t as adamant as she is.

       stella’s trying very hard to ignore his staring at her. she can feel his eyes boring into her, has a sense of what it means, and she doesn’t want to hear it. ❝ i can hear you JUDGING ME WITH YOUR EYES, garroway. if you want to say something, just say it. ❞

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no one ever talks to him about it bc he’s just that goddamn weird IM DYING

Hours had passed since Sera had limped into the Hunter’s Moon and finally collapsed. It was a giant leap of faith she’d taken with her life. Not a single werewolf that frequented the bar had a reason to trust her. Hell, she wouldn’t have blamed them for killing her after all her father had done. Between having an innocent werewolf boy killed, kidnapping Maia, and generally wanting to the entire Downworld eradicated, why would they own that man’s daughter any favors? 

She hadn’t known where else to go. There was no returning to Valentine’s side now that she new better, now that she’d finally stood up to him after all these years and destroyed his entire base of operations in New York. She feared the Clave would have her imprisoned, tortured, or worse if she returned to the Institute (and the people she’d come to care about there, especially Jace, were better off without her). That left her with no one. And yet one man had still come to mind, even though she hadn’t so much as a proper conversation with him. He loved her mother, though, and once upon a time he’d cared for her father. She’d hoped that would be enough to spare her being ripped apart by his pack or turned over to the Clave...