#edomborn

𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙰   𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙰𝙼𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽      ,                  ulterior   motives   attempting   to   be   disguised.                        alec   doesn’t   like   not   knowing   what   those   are.               people   were   normally   easy   to   read   ,                  but   the   other   was   an   intricate   entity   that   he   had   little   hopes   of   completely   figuring   out.               the   truth   to   query   forms   in   inner   monologue   :               there   is   much   he’s   afraid   of.               though                  FEARLESSNESS            is      something   the   elder   nephilim   likes   to   portray.                     it   was   what   was   expected   of   a   leader               (      .   .   .         of   a   lightwood      )      .                  specific   fears   come   in   the   form   of   losing   his   parabatai   ,            hurting   and   failing   those   that   depend   on   him   and   that   he   loves   ,            &      DEATH.               the   reaper   was   someone   he   has   come   close   to   meeting   face   to   face    before   ,      and   that   possibility   becomes   more   real   with   each   day   he   continues   to   choose   fighting.            at   times   alec   likes   to   think   he   has   completely   made   peace   with   this   fact   ,            but   the   thought   of   leaving   all   he   has   here   on   this   mortal   plane   ,         causes   deep   ice   cold   sorrow   to   surge   through   his   veins.                           “            i’m   not   scared   of   you.         “                           words   are   spoken   with   strong   conviction.                        “         if   that’s   the   answer   you   were   looking   for   ,            you   came   to   the   wrong   person.         “

        “ you’re not a magician. ”    it’s a statement of fact,  neutral in its delivery.   nick has never seen anyone quite like this before.   his sword remains sheathed for the moment,  though small sparks of lightning dance in the shadows behind him,  the sound of thunder building.   he may have been out of the game for some time,  may walk in human form,  but he remembers when he would bury entire civilisations beneath mountains of sand and sink continents beneath the waves.   this,  in comparison,  is simple.