#cracked;starter

Beau grunted as he kicked the rock across the street, it had more deft to it than he originally thought. Biting back a scathing stream of cuss words Beau’s eyes watered as he stood there in pain. As the sharp edges softened Beau wiped his face and spun, coming face to face with another person. He bit back the unseemly blush. “Please. For the love of God. Tell me you didn’t see that.” Some Shadowhunter he was, huh?

Jace grunted as he sat on the bench, glad he’d chosen to bring his jacket. It covered his torn up shirt pretty well and Jace didn’t want to draw attention to it. Too tired and wore out to go the final couple blocks to the Institute he leaned his head back and sighed. He watched the approaching feet out of the corner of his eyes and cursed himself for not applying a glamour rune. “This bench is taken. Begone.”

“Of course Warlocks eat. Gods, were you dropped on your head when you were born?”

“I have always loved the sweet scent of roses in the morning... And freshly baked pastries, of course.”

Icarus pushed his weight away from the wall he was leaning against. He looked around with distaste, as if the days he had been gone, even if short, had not changed his mind about disliking this place. “I hate New York...”

Jace grinned wolfishly as he stood up from the wall he’d been leaned against. He’d gone out alone looking for a bit of trouble, something to get his blood flowing, but instead he’d found...nothing. The streets were eerie silent near the Institute. Maybe locking them up had taught all the Downworlders they weren’t to be messed with. But seeing the almost shapeless figure made him grin. They could see him, whoever they were. Maybe this would lead to a little bit of fun. “What brings you out here so late, hmm?”

Beau stretched, feeling better today than he had in a long, long, string of days. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He re-adjusted his weapon’s belt, an uncomfortable reminder of the past two weeks. It put a slight damper on his mood but not enough to erase the smile from his face. He smiled at the approaching figure, adjusting his coat to cover his weapons. “Beautiful day out don’t you think?”