#dianaday2017

Diana Wrayburn

Diana Wrayburn was a lot of things. She wa a warrior, a Shadowhunters, a legal tutor but, overall, a strong black woman of trans experience.

Strong was the key word. She had to be for the Blackthorn children, for Julian, Dru, Tavvy and Ty. For Mark and Helen, betrayed by their own people. She wasn’t a member of the fae folk but she knew what it meant to be someone the Clave didn’t accept because of their conservative way of thinking. She always wanted to be Head of an Institute since she was a little kid but she gave up at the idea. It meant to be interrogated with the Mortal Sword and that way… she couldn’t have protected anymore the children. Her own children, in a way.

Her chosen name, Diana like the goddess of the hunt and the moon, always compelled her to be strong, to grit her teeth and move forward. Sometimes it was an overbearing weight but she didn’t fall once beneath it.

But, when Gwyn ap Nudd, the proud leader of the Wild Hunt, referred to her as the bravest person he ever met, she let fall the tough façade and she cried on his chest.

a tribute to shadowhunters and downworlders: diana wrayburn

born: 1985

kind: shadowhunter

 "She looked like the dangerous Roman goddess of the hunt she was named for.”

            ↳ the dark artifices.

There are many kinds of bravery. 

Inktober Day #29

I would love to have a teacher like Diana, seriously!♥

A small contribution to #dianaday2017

Diana Wrayburn was a lot of things. She wa a warrior, a Shadowhunters, a legal tutor but, overall, a strong black woman of trans experience.

Strong was the key word. She had to be for the Blackthorn children, for Julian, Dru, Tavvy and Ty. For Mark and Helen, betrayed by their own people. She wasn't a member of the fae folk but she knew what it meant to be someone the Clave didn't accept because of their conservative way of thinking. She always wanted to be Head of an Institute since she was a little kid but she gave up at the idea. It meant to be interrogated with the Mortal Sword and that way... she couldn't have protected anymore the children. Her own children, in a way.

Her chosen name, Diana like the goddess of the hunt and the moon, always compelled her to be strong, to grit her teeth and move forward. Sometimes it was an overbearing weight but she didn't fall once beneth it.

But, when Gwyn ap Nudd, the proud leader of the Wild Hunt, referred to her as the bravest person he ever met, she let fall the tough façade and she cried on his chest.