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Care just wanted a place to settle down. For once. She had been on the run hundreds of years ago, and this time she was running to find the same group of people who put her through hell in the first place. Even if it kind of unintentionally was her fault.

But she thought she deserved a break. She was caring about herself for once. This is okay. I deserve this. That was what the goddess kept chanting when she climbed up apartment steps to a place she would hunker down in for a bit. A sigh. I deserve this. Even if she wasn’t running, she’d still do some digging.

Not even breaking a sweat, at the top of the stairs, she checked the brass numbers neatly stuck to their doors. 407… 407. Ah, here. Lifting her fair hand, the goddess knocked stiffly. Brushing her hair back both ears, Carphira’s gaze wandered off to the side. Right. Just breathe. Tell the lady you saw her ad online and was wondering if the position was still open. 

Over the decades that she'd lived she couldn't even begin to count the amount of times her own eyes had deceived her. Between her time in London, her time during the war and then her time at the Spiral Labyrinth her eyes had constantly deceived her. Of course, a lot of that was because of the world she lived in. She may not have been a shadowhunter but she knew enough to know that not everything was as it seemed to be. Now she no longer worked in the Labyrinth, now she could wander the world again and Tessa could see someone struggling easier than anything else. Most likely because she still struggled with things in her life. Love was the biggest thing; she'd lost her loves and family once and she wasn't certain she was ready to handle that again. "If you're lost I might be able to help. Or at least point you in the right direction."

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       “If that is YOUR WAY of saying that this is the best part of humanity, I’m quite happy to agree.” She handed him a glass of wine, sitting across from him, reaching out for a slice of pizza. “And I’m all for you hiding out here, but are you SURE that everything is alright?”

He'd left the city for a reason; too many reminders of the life he'd once had. Being nephilim, being a shadowhunter was something he'd been born to do. The runes were a constant reminder that he was a trained soldier and now — now he was a monster, something his father had wanted to eradicate from their world. Of course, he'd had someone that helped him through those initial days but New York still had all those memories and he'd left in the hopes that he could come to terms with it on his own. Jace just hadn't expected to meet many others who could understand the things he'd been through. And he definitely hadn't expected to find himself starting to trust others again. "Guess it was only a matter of time before that happened."

Normally, he could tell when one of the children of the night came to him. Those that lived in the city knew that he would do all that he could to not only help them but protect them as well. He knew the Clave wouldn't protect them. Unfortunately, he'd seen that time and time again. But this one looked like one of the children of the night but there was something else that was bothering him, something Magnus couldn't quite put his finger on. If they were, though, he would welcome him into his loft and do what he could to keep them safe. If that was what they wanted. He wouldn't push but he did need to know in case someone from the Clave came to speak with him. "I hadn't heard about any new children of the night but then again I know Raphael has his own issues.'

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