#lichtwald

Im Lichtwald (2018)

Alec is right. Guilt is eating at him now that he can see clearly what he did. It’s no excuse, but he was too caught up in a possible solution that he didn’t stop to consider just what he was doing. He was ashamed of the things he’d done - the harm he’d done, not only to Heidi but apparently also to Simon’s family.

“I will do what I can.” It was his responsibility to make sure nothing worse happened. He’d deal with Heidi as efficiently as possible. This also allowed him to stay in New York; Alec’s word carried more weight than Izzy’s. If he helped the Shadowhunters then she couldn’t oppose her brother. “What have you got so far?

The building shook again, raining dust and debris down onto the pavement below. Curious was a nice way of putting it! She was surprisingly calm for a simple pedestrian. Meanwhile, Alec wondered just how big this demon must be, if it caused the entire building to collapse soon. Or maybe it came from under ground? “Get back! It’s not safe,” he called angrily, trying to stop her from either staying where she was or moving further inside.

she glances over at the man, his frantic tone and how he orders her around. there’s a touch of amusement in her false blue eyes. she notes the tattoos on his skin but she makes no remark on it. 

"No, Alec. You do work too hard." Day in and day out he'd seen it; Alec constantly at his desk, constantly sending everyone out into the field or constantly pacing the ops centre to keep an eye on things. The only time he knew he ate were those times he brought food in from the outside or he dragged Alec back to his loft. And he knew that if Alec kept it up he'd burn himself out or worse he'd end up getting himself killed the next time he was out in the field. Not something he'd allow to happen. Steve owed him so much and their time together showed him that he could find love again. What made it even better was the fact he wasn't the only one. They may not have said those words but each time Alec looked at him he knew. If only he could convince him not to work so damn hard. He knew it would be pointless, but he could at least try and maybe one day the other would listen to him.

"We all know just how good you are at your job. But if you want to change something you know I'll be here." Everyone knew about Alec and his knack for making certain everything was done right. A part of him was the same way but no where near to the extent Alec was. Some days it had him wondering how it was he and Jace were parabatai. Then again, maybe that's why they worked so well; opposites in some ways, mirror images in other ways. They worked well together and while he understood that bond, he also knew that it could be used against them. Moving to crouch in front of Alec, Steve rested his hands on the other's knees. "I know you will and I'll be here to remind you not to. I will help you however I can." Standing back up, he can't help but lean in to press a simple kiss to Alec's lips. He wouldn't tell him how he felt but he would help him however he could. "You know how I feel for you so you know I'll be here to help. Even if that means kidnapping you back to my loft."

“It’s usually a good idea not to be... obvious about it,” Jeremy said simply, clearing his throat as his head ducked just a touch. “Maybe it is abandoned for a reason. But I can’t exactly go walk to the corner store for what I come here for, you know?” His eyebrows narrowed just a touch as his gaze flicked towards the hole in the wall, a confused look spreading over his face.

There wasn't any malice to his words. More teasing along with the threat of him slapping the back of Alexander's hand if he kept it up. This meal wasn't meant to be tasted at intervals. If anything, it was meant to be eaten all together and if he kept tasting things along the way Magnus was certain he wouldn't enjoy the meal he'd prepared. And given the fact they had invited Jace, Clary, Simon and Isabelle, the last thing he wanted was for Alexander not to have an appetite. Not when he was certain it would spoil it for the rest of the group. Then again, he couldn't blame him. His kitchen smelled delightful andit would tempt anyone to try his cooking. "Unless you'd like to find a fork in the back of your hand, Alexander, and then please do keep trying things."

when he places a metaphorical distance between wakanda and the rest of the world, there’s a syncopated beat that thuds in the abyss spanning as a bridge. there’s nothing in this world, upper and under, that fits his business except when it comes to wakanda. however, when he opened the gate of his country to the world, he’d understood the clarity of the consequences. it tastes like this: ripening fruits that threaten to rot, withering in the corners of his mind. he understands that the world is facing a grandiose scheme attached to the strings of a mastermind’s hands, and for that, he does not believe in silence. instead, he reaches out, finding himself in the new york institute with a portal created out of the energy surge.

as a nation with the most advanced magic understandings, wakanda does not simply jump into every opportunity of war. even with the cursed beings, they tread carefully. there are the good and the bad, as it has always been with the rest of the concepts in the world. the balance, tiptoeing on a perilous, precarious edges. it still feels like walking on a tightrope everytime he dissolves his identity into that of the black panther, the protector of wakanda that no longer stops listening. now that there’s an immediate danger inching closer to the united states, he answers the plea of help from the shadowhunters. his appearing in the new york institute is out of the schedule; a visit unprecedented. still, he believes that the head of the institute would still welcome him to the place.

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