#goldbuilt

𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗   𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐   .                     the   notorious   katherine   pierce   is   all   sharp   teeth   ,               heartbreak   ,      and   ferocity.                        this   was   the   way   she   wanted   to   be   perceived.                  centuries   spent   making   herself   harder   to   break   and   harder   to   betray   ,               always   being   one   step   ahead   in   both   aspects.            this   little   arrangement   with   the   shadowhunters   was   precarious   at   best.                  helping   them   defeat   one   of   their   own   was   ironic   ,         but   harder   than   necessarily   thought   in   the   first   place.                  the   shadowhunters   were   a   grumpy   and   lawful   lot   ,         especially   the   one   with   the   warlock   boyfriend.            being   around   them   began   feeling   like   a   necessary   evil.               ONE   OF   THE   GOLDEN   HIGHLIGHTS   WAS   THE   ANGEL   WITH   THE   GOLDEN   HAIR   .               he   was   by   far   the   most   intriguing   and   most   fun   to   play   with.         often   wandering   thoughts   about   what   type   of   vampire   he   would   make   linger   in   an   ever   scheming   mind.         she’s   merely   curious.         has   any   one   of   them   been   turned   before?         did   their   angel   blood   stay   or   did   they   simply   become   hellish   creatures   like   the   rest   of   them?         a   false   alarm   in   the   valentine   morgenstern   department   winds   up   with   them   alone   in   an   abandoned   building.            bit   of   a   cliche   ,         but   she’ll   take   the   opportunity.               ‘      the   danger   is   ,            i’m   dangerous.      ‘               heels   click   and   echo   off   the   concrete   as   the   vampire   struts   over   to   the   angel.            a   finger   is   raised   to   drag   along   the   curve   of   his   neck   ,      stopping   right   near   a   pulse.            ‘   i   want   to   taste   the   way   you      BLEED   .      ‘            leaning   forward   towards   him   ,         fangs   prod   at   gums   and   break   the   surface.            ‘      you’re   my   kill   of   the   night.      ‘      

            ❝    hey,    dad!    lovely    day    for    me    to    get    my    first    rune,    don’t    you    think    so?    ❞    she    deliberately    choose    to    ignore    the    fact    that    no    angelic    blood    𝒓𝒂𝒏    𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉    𝒉𝒆𝒓    𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔.   biologically,    clara    was    kai’s    child.    none    of    that    ever    changed    the    fact    that    both    handsome    men    were    her    dads    -    her    mother    loved    the    two    of    them.    ❝    pretty    sure    i’m    ready!    ❞

and  maybe  he  has.   rapid  blinks  clear  his  once  clouded  vision.   steps  are  advanced  forward  to  peak  from  the  doorway  and  into  the  hallway.   an  eerily  familiar  shadow  was  looming  in  the  distance  ;  someone  who  resembles  a  person  from  his  past.   or  so  he  thinks.   maybe  it’s  just  his  mind  playing  tricks  on  him.   he  turns  to  jace.   face  scrunches  in  a  way  that  resembles  uncertainty.   “  i,  uh  ----  i  dunno.   never  mind.  ”   one  more  peak  down  the  hall.   there’s  nothing.   it’s  all  in  your  head  is  what  max  tells  himself  before  ushering  a  forced  smile  onto  his  features.   “  i’m  good.   probably  smoked  too  much  weed  or  something.  ”

hands slid along jace’s arms in a barely there touch.  stopping each time he felt him tense.  ely waited for jace to fully relax before he brought him closer to him.  he kept his embrace loose, gently brushing his fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss on his temple.  “ what can i do?”

      ❛   you   would   like   that,   wouldn't   you   ?   ❜   the   situation   he   was   in   was   quite   ENTERTAINING   to   him   .   shadowhunters   were   so   easy   to   predict   .   always   ready   for   a   battle   but   sadly   for   golden   boy   this   was   not   his   prefered   method   .   ❛      you   know   I   don't   see   the   whole   golden   boy   thing   .   you   look   like   any   other   boring   blond   guy   .   kinda   .   .   .   no   ,   definitely   overrated   .   ❜

going  into  enemy  territory  is  nothing  new  for  them.      this  job  burdened  them  to  put  their  own  lives,  and  each  others  lives,  on  the  line  frequently.    it  didn’t  make  it  any  easier  each  time  it  happened.  this  was  meant  to  be    A  DIPLOMATIC  MISSION,    but  vampires  were  still  predatory  creatures,    and  most  of  these  vampires  held  a  grudge.    the  last  time  they  were  at  the  hotel  dumort,    the  battle  had  ended  with  many  casualties  for  the  vampiric  clan.    fingers  itch  to  wrap  around  the  safety  of  his  trusted  weapon.    it  remains  latched  to  his  back,  all  part  of  the  agreement  to  meet.    alec  wouldn’t  entertain  the  notion  of  coming  completely  WEAPONLESS.    however,  they  wouldn’t  be  drawn  unless  absolutely  necessary.  another  condition  of  this  meeting:    alec,  as  the  head  of  the  new  york  institute,  would  go  in  alone.  he  was  allowed  to  bring  back  up  but  they  would  have  to  remain  outside.  if  this  was  the  first  step  along  the  long  path  of  bringing  shadowhunters  and  downworlders  together  then  so  be  it.    one  step  is  taken  towards  the  entrance  before  jace  speaks.    the  passion  accompanying  the  statement  is  enough  to  halt  his  movements.    “    you  know  they  can  hear  you.  “      not  a  question,  because  alec  is  pretty  sure  jace  was  counting  on  it.      form  turns  to  look  at  the  blonde.    he  can’t  exactly  blame  the  other  for  the  fierce  threat.    if  the  roles  were  reversed,  alec  would  be  just  as  quick  to  ensure  the  safety  of  his  parabatai.      “    it’ll  be  fine.    raphael  knows  what’s  at  stake  if  he  makes  a  WRONG  MOVE.    and  thanks  for  that  mental  image,  by  the  way.  “

      the nightmares are fewer & far between lately, but still sometimes they creep up on her - just as unwelcome now as they had been in the days after the end of the war. she groans, thin fingers tightening on his warm skin before she exhales & settles. Jace. it’s Jace. you’re safe. his words do help, but sometimes it still takes a moment for her to slot back into herself before she can STOP SEEING the life drain out of her brother’s green eyes after everything. her breathing finally evens out though & she tips her head up to look at him in that quiet stillness. the institute is silent, she realizes, bar the creaks & groans of old wood against stone. it’s a familiar & comforting sound just like the other’s voice. ‘ I’m okay, ’ she admits finally. ‘ it’s been a while since I had one of those... guess it was overdue... ’