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âI wonder which SEELIE they angered.â
Camille had indeed heard of the bodyswap, smirking amusedly while drinking blood from a wineglass.
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      âOh thank the angel. I donât know what happened. i was just sitting in our room and next thing I know my hands change and I got shorter and I had bright red hair. I look like Clary!â Tosses her arms around âSimonâ and goes to kiss him. âIâm going to kill Magnus.â
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gildedtrue replied to your post: alec please tell ur children we will not be...
nO ALEC NO DUCK TALES. you donât need to know what it is. just no.
     I canât tell but it seems like youâre just a LITTLE tense about this show.
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stop your bitching and feed me dammit.
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she avoids the inquisitorâs house like the plague.  itâs where sheâs supposed to be, of course; where the rest of her family now gathers, no doubt surrounded by well-meaning clave members hoping to offer comfort and well-wishes. mere hours have passed since she arrived in alicante, a mess of long dark hair and disheveled clothes and eyes shiny with unshed tears, but already sheâs growing tired of it: the onlookers, the questioners, the expectant gazes.  her father is dead,  and gone with him, the possibility. the chance of fixing what he broke when she was a kid.
forever prone to isolation, isabelle finds herself in their old house;  the one that became her refuge when max suffered a similar fate.  thoughts and questions and guilt swirls through her brain,  something heavy and unpleasant taking root in the center of her chest.  (would things have changed if heâd lived? would she have learned to trust him again?  was that even possible, with years of bitterness and hurt buried in her chest?) . Â
she might have stayed there all night,  tucked away in the darkened safety of the abandoned house,  were it not for brothers.  one brother, in specific, with his golden hair and propensity for knowing her a little too well:  jace, who she hadnât even seen since -----   â i knew i shouldnât have told alec where i was going. â  yet no traces of anger can be found in her worn-thin voice,  nor in the way she practically folds into him, hands moving to grip fiercely at his shirt.  // @gildedtrue
