#idumean

Clary was taking a break, between classwork and commissions. To get some hot chocolate, maybe a fresh cookie or two as a treat. When she bumped into some guy on the way out. Her head had been hurting and thus why decided to not stay in the cafe. Stumbling nearly spilling the hot chocolate. “Sorry.”  Had to get ready for an Halloween thing still, gallery little party mostly for artists to just have fun at. Assuming the headache didn’t get worst. 

ANNOYANCE DARKENS HER features as she stares at him, crossing her arms and staring him down; feet spread apart as she stands her ground. ‘And I wonder what will get you killed faster; walking around like you own the place or walking as if you have a stick up your arse?’ She raises an eyebrow at the last word of her sentence, offering him a playful challenge. ‘You’ve got to learn to have fun.’

"That's a bit uncouth, don't you think?" Cocking his head slightly, he looked over at the other with disgust etched into his features. Even though he was from eastern Europe, even though once upon a time he had a castle, he'd given that up for an estate nearby that had no ties to the life he'd once had. It was easier that way; to separate himself from that. As long as no one figured out just who and what he was he was free to roam wherever he wanted to. A part of him knew that the other was most likely joking. Jonathan was certain that he knew not all of them had mausoleums, but his words still disgusted him in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. Moving towards the other, he made a point of stepping behind him before leaning in close. "Not all of us have mausoleums," he added, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Not everyone needs one."

Looking up, he wasn't surprised to see Jonathan there in his quarters. The other had been an asset that he hadn't thought possible until Clary had him there with them. While she was his chief diplomat, Jonathan was the one he trusted with his security. It had been a bit of a gamble considering everything. But Clary had told him that this was her brother, that she trusted him, and that he should, too. Trust wasn't something he had a lot of. If Jonathan was going to gain his trust he was going to need to work for it. And he had. In time he'd shown him just what he could do with his security team and Hux couldn't have picked a better person to keep not only himself safe, but his empress, too. "No, I wanted you to be harsh. Things will only get more dangerous the more our empire expands and I need Clary to be safe." He wasn't going to lose her. Not when they'd finally destroyed the last bits of the Resistance. "Once they've been signed off on, will you make certain they are put into place? I'm sure the men will respect you after you went through everything."

“  -- 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 . “ a raised brow , as she paces back and forth . everything is unfamiliar , even the magic under her skin , feels different .  what she had been attuned to before . “  that this is some kind of alternate universe , some kind of hocus pocus . “ 

 ash  slammed  into  his  father's  leg  &&  clung  to  it  hard  as  soon  as  meliorn  put  him  down  .   ❝   hi  ,  papa  .  did  you  miss  me  ??  ❞   it  seemed  the  question  was  answered  when  he  was  handed  a  soft  toy  ,  a  little  whale  that  was  the  same  size  as  his  favorite  ska  .  ash  only  let  go  of  his  father's  leg  to  hug  it  .   ❝   thank  you  !!  i  love  him  .  do  you  think  he  &&  ska  will  be  friends  ??   ❞

 sébastien   pouted   at   the   other   man   ,   feeling   a   bit   bad   for   his   comment   .   was   he   really   that   upset   with   him   ??   he   wished   he   wasn't   so   bad   at   figuring   out   tones   .   if   he   thought   about   the   context   in   which   jonathan   had   made   the   statement   ,   it   didn't   seem   to   be   the   case            he   was   likely   telling   a   joke   .   however   ,   sébastien   always   felt   like   he   came   to   the   wrong   conclusion   .   ❝   i   did   not   intend   to   break   your   heart   .   i'm   sure   you   worked   very   hard   on   it            ❞   he   picked   up   his   utensil   again   &&   poked   at   the   meal   put   in   front   of   him   .   jonathan   had   tried   making   one   of   his   favorites   from   back   home   in   paris   but   it   didn't   turn   out   so   great   this   time   .   ❝   perhaps   i   could   help   next   time   ??   ❞   he   spoke   hesitantly   .

Dinner with Jonathan was all together a treat especially when he was the one making the food. Jonathan was perhaps one of the best chefs he’d ever met and always enjoyed any time he made food. “Thank ya for makin’ a dinner for my birthday.” He settles himself at the table and watching as the other man prepped the meal. “What are ya makin’ think time?”