"i think," a hesitation, "maybe i should go away for a while." they're restless. it's been too long since they've been onboard, and they still feel like they're taking advantage of pike's kindness. they rub hands over their face, clearly already burdened by the decision they haven't even made. "i'll be BACK, of course. i just..."

luther's pacing an alleyway that's too dark to be holy, the sign above the bar around the corner offering the only light. it's a dim, rosy light, catching on luther's lashes to cast deep shadows across their face. "we gotta go," it's not an answer to his question. they haven't even let themself look at pike yet. "i gotta go," they correct themself. there's a body slumped against the wall.

"he's alive. but there's gonna be more of them, pike." there's a quiver in their voice— they are scared. maybe hurt too, but they're too amped on adrenaline to feel it. it had been a nice night til now. luther even wondered about a spark between them as they sipped their boozy drinks and leaned closer to pike, trying to hear him over the obnoxiously loud music. how absolutely foolish that seems now. luther had stepped out for a breath of air and reality came crashing in, taking the form of a blue suns bounty hunter.

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" unless you're going to follow that up with a hundred, speak for yourself my darling. "   to an outsider, magnus is sure this must look quite. . . peculiar. but doesn't everything, as it relates to the demon prince, high warlock of brooklyn himself? he's perched in one of his favorite chairs, one he vaguely recalls ragnor having made for him centuries ago, peering out into the loft from his office where he's been slowly but surely getting through the requests of everyone seeking his help only to see his ragtag group of nephilim and downworlders arguing over what exactly they're going to watch for the movie nights simon insists they have every week.

unglamored eyes watch as clary and simon team up to fight for yet another star wars viewing, jace looks like he wants to run himself through with a sword at the idea, while maia and lily are looking through magnus' expansive movie collection. he's not sure what conclusion they'll come to but there's something very familiar about it all, he'd had similar nights with catarina, ragnor, raphael and even sometimes malcolm over the decades.

ragnor would usually argue his side best and they'd all cave, and magnus would loudly demand he be in the middle of the couch so he could be cuddled from all sides by his oldest friends. raphael would sulk in one of the arm chairs, for an hour at most before he'd slowly sneak his way over to the rest of them. they'd all pretend not to notice, of course . . .

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" wait wait wait, hold up, back that train up --- " it's wild, something so totally mundane sending simon spluttering. life as a daylighter, and now a shadowhunter, has been wild. " what janitor? when did we get a janitor? I always thought that was, like, basically one of alec's unofficial titles and that's --- " it clicks in that moment and simon bursts into a fit of absolutely hysterical laughter.

@luminavii​ sent a hurt / comfort meme:  “ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ” - To Lenny from Dyson