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@buildinghurricane owns my ass
“ --- mind keeping it down over here ??” She leans against the doorframe, arms folded over her chest. “I get that it’s a weekend, but SOME OF US aren’t planning on hitting up some rager -- so just STOP.” Normally, she wouldn’t be so pissy, but with her Saturday morning shift at the dining hall looming over the horizon, she feels it’s within her rights.
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❛❛ we’re family. we don’t turn our backs on each other.
... @buildinghurricane !
❛❛ what you don’t turn your back on is a demon. ❜❜ will stands against the far wall, a position to fortify him from the pursuance of cecily’s constant shadow, bending to pick up the dagger that he’d easily frightened out of his sister’s hand when she’d been distracted with the matter of beginning a conversation that he doesn’t want to have in any shape or form ( and he really should give her credit: all the cleverly devised forms of touching the subject that cecily herondale had come equipped with, surely the moment she arrived in the courtyard of the institute. she’d packed more of them than pretty dresses or helpful handkerchiefs. did she cry at night as he had at twelve, missing their family, knowing she might never return ? but she still had a choice. william had not ... or maybe it was he still did, had everyday chosen to leave his life behind, and this is when he does penance. )
❛❛ not even for a second: and certainly not to bother your brother who has made himself damnably clear. have you come to london to train, or not ? ❜❜ arms cross firmly about his chest, the faint sun of the windows casting the training room in early morning shadows, which would make a most formidable scene to a mundane girl, if she were not cecily, and cecily were not nephilim. in her blood flows the same impulse to fight which has always compelled him: but even the halcyon times at their family home had been clouded by will’s destructive streak before he’d ever considered leaving it behind, a truth that shadowhunter blood cannot explain or protect her from now.
he might cause their tenuous relationship to come apart once more with his own harshness, if he pushes cecily with the bitterness yet corroding his heart, a curtain torn through the middle that still can’t let in more than a sliver of light. will watches her aim, and as if by spite like a restless wind against the bleak moors, send the dagger flying through the room to hit nearer to the bullseye than his own had come. not-quite-a-smile touches his lips, eyes gleaming. chwarae teg, he might have drawled in another life, if she’d beat him at cards or climbed higher than the loftiest branch he could manage in the tree outside his old bedroom window. instead, the smile dissipates the minute she looks to him, a carefully practiced act as he pushes off the wall, musing, ❛❛ isn’t frustration useful ? ❜❜
@buildinghurricane: ❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜ from cecily to will.
as if on instinct, one part of him seeks to feel relieved — that he’s become so far gone from that naive boy who opened up that pyxis; has become so much crueler and full of thorns / harder to love. once that moment passes, however, all he can feel is sadness. this was his baby sister, the only one he had left [...] the person he escaped home to keep from losing, too. and yet, here she was again: thrust head first into the shadowhunter world, in the midst of a war that no one knew how to win. she shouldn’t be here, just to become another of mortmain’s casualties. after a moment’s hesitation, he offers the dagger he’d been holding over to her, hilt first, though his grip on the blade is noticeably harder than before [ they’re still up training after hours and hours — the room filled with the ever-familiar sounds of blades against wood, the thunk of them sinking home in the painted target; until it was replaced with silence, and then words that cut deeper than knives ]. gaze fixed on the lustred adamas instead of up at his sister’s identically blue eyes. “who did you come for, then?”
seraphine: exists ivy: can you believe that my best friend is so beautiful & talented & amazing & fantastic & perfect & i love her so much -- what -- nO -- i’m nOT IN LOVE WITH HER DEFINITELY NOT i . . . i g2g.
buildinghurricane replied to your post: i love @buildinghurricane that is all
w OW I SEE HOW IT IS
wHY DO YOU TAKE THIS AS AN OFFENSE I ALREADY SAID I LOVE U
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ivy carlyle doesn’t love anyone like she loves seraphine rupert, pass it on !!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARIBUB !! ( @jedichosen / @buildinghurricane )
everyone should brace themselves because what’s about to go down here is gonna be long as hell. first and foremost -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY VERY BEST FRIENDS ON THE ENTIRE PLANET, MISS SARI -- SARI THE DRESS -- SARI THE BUB -- FIDEL THE DRESS -- MY HALF ADELE -- MY HALF ORANGE -- ONE OF THE FUNNIEST PEOPLE I KNOW -- ONE OF THE SMARTEST PEOPLE I KNOW -- THE ONLY PERSON WHO TELLS ME CHEMISTRY JOKES WHEN SHE’S DRUNK -- THE ONLY PERSON WITH A HAUNTED MUSICAL OCTOPUS HAUNTING THEM -- SALT LLAMA OWNER -- COADMIN OF THE CENTURY -- BIO WRITING GODDESS -- & SO MUCH MORE. yes those all did need to be bolded because they’re important, just like YOU are. i can’t believe that you’re 20 years old now -- honestly i’m so emotional about this like -- you were seventeen when we met. damn, time does fly, doesn’t it ?? honestly, when we first really started to get to know each other, i already knew that you’d be someone who’d be around in my life for a long time to come. we’ve been through so much together & have already seen each other through so many different stages in our lives -- & i can’t wait to continue to watch you grow. you are one of my favorite people ever -- i cannot stress that enough. whenever something happens in my life, whether it’s good or bad, whether i need someone to celebrate with or a shoulder to cry on, you are in that elite group ( aka you & al what a hoe ) that i go to first, no matter the situation. you just -- you always know the right thing to say & even if you don’t, simply talking to you makes whatever is going on about a billion times better. i am so so so proud of all you’ve accomplished in life so far. you are so bright & brilliant & i know you’re going to go on to do amazing things, because how could someone like you not ?? you’ve already made my life so much better by simply being a part of it -- & i can’t wait to see what’s to come for you. thank you for not only being a huge part of my roleplaying experience, but a huge part of my life as well. i can’t wait to finally meet you someday ( & hopefully that day is coming soon !!! ). just god this is getting so long & rambly and repetitive but just know that i love you so so so very much & i’m always going to be your number one fan. SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUB. LIVE IT UP & CELEBRATE BIG, BECAUSE YOU’VE MORE THAN EARNED IT. lots of love, liz, your half adele, half orange, fellow salt llama, co-admin who does significantly less work bc you’re the goddess here & not me, fellow bub, & i don’t even know what else oKAY. p.s. there are some little things under the cut for ya !!
@buildinghurricane are u ready 2 rumble
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a TERRIBLE person ??” -- cue the dramatic pause -- “Like -- seriously -- ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING. Bottom of the barrel TRASH.”
