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@lunelios​  |  lily  carlson.

head  tilts  slightly  to  one  side  at  her  blunt  words,  slightly  confused  frown  pulling  at  his  brow.  “  you’re  bleeding.  ”  nodding  towards  her  injury,  sculpting  his  features  into  a  neutral  mask  just  as  he’d  been  taught  to.  he  studies  her  a  moment,  fingers  flexing  at  his  sides,  an  indicator  of  discomfort,  a  habit  he  has  unknowingly  fallen  into.  “  you  say  you’re  fine  but  clearly  you  need  medical  attention.  i  can  help,  or  i  can  take  you  to  a  hospital  ?  ”  he  tries  to  level  his  voice,  hiding  the  stress  of  not  quite  understanding  her  response  to  the  situation.  “  did  you  know  these  men  ?  ”  there’s  a  moment  when  a  flash  of  anger  sparks  within  his  blood  once  more  that  these  people  would  turn  their  anger  and  their  fists  onto  this  woman,  so  clearly  outnumbering  her  and  yet  showing  no  signs  of  stopping  their  rampage.  “  we  should  inform  the  owner  of  this  place,  perhaps  a  night  or  two  in  a  cell  will  do  them  some  good.  ”

                𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎  &  𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.    it’s not rare to gather the attention of  rowdy males but sometimes  -  just sometimes,  they go too far.  you might have had an entire drink thrown at you and you may have booze in your freshly bleached hair  . . .  but the smug expression is fixed on your face because you know that the security guards are giving him  HELL  outside.  “  an’  that’s what you get when a nice guy  gets rejected.   you’d think we owed every single one of these fuckers somethin’.  m’ tired  -  i ‘aint here to please no small dicked asshole. “   you lean on the side of the bar,  watching the other woman as she works  (  she’s probably doing a lot more than you.  )   “ you alright, sugar?  didn’t say anythin’ t’ you,  did he?  i’ll go an’ kick his ass myself if he did.  “ 

“  did  you  hear  that  ?  ”  wide  gaze  moves  to  the  other,  brows  raised  as  she  turns  to  the  source  of  the  sound,  soft  laugh  escaping.  “  i  told  you  it  would  be  a  good  idea  to  come  here  !  ”  turning  back  to  the  other,  torch  light  highlighting  her  features.  “  shall  we  investigate  ?  looks  as  though  it  came  from  that  room  just  down  the  hall.  according  to  what  i’ve  read  that  leads  down  into  the  basement.  ”  brows  lift,  grin  sliding  across  her  lips.  “  i  hope  you’re  not  spooked  already.  ”  @lunelios​  /  lily.

“  i think i know a place,   ”   she says softly,   a knowing smile touching her lips.   the ball has been fun,   no doubt,   but she’s ready to find someplace quiet for the night,   too.    and she DOES know a place:   their place.    the winding steps to the tower are left unattended,    with everyone’s attentions so focused on the dancing and music in the great hall,    and the few stragglers in the hall barely pay them any mind as they slip up the steps.   she’s leading him along,   one hand still holding his and the other gathering up the skirts of her dress so she doesn’t trip.    when they finally make it to the top of the tower,    with the stars out in all their glory above them,   she pauses just a step or two above him and uses the little height boost to her advantage,    pulling him into a soft,   joyful kiss.

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she’s sitting on the floor of the lobby,   with the dog she’s working on socializing leashed and resting his head in her lap.   the presence is mutually soothing,   as are the patient,   repetitive pets she’s giving him.   ben’s working with his foster dog,   in a similar position across the room,   and she can’t help a small smile at seeing the improvements in both these animals.   weeks ago,   they hadn’t been able to be in a room with another dog without displaying aggressive behavior.   it had taken quite a bit of communication with them both on her part to earn their trust,   but to see the strides they’re making warms her heart.   brown eyes lift to meet his gaze as he speaks,   and she’s silent for a beat as his statement settles over the room.   her gaze dips back down to the dog that’s resting on her and she smiles,   fondly giving him a scratch behind the ears.   “   sometimes we have to create new homes for ourselves.   ”

an indignant snort escapes her as she shakes her head.   “   that’s   ---   that’s preposterous!   ”   she splutters,   which fails to sound convincing even to her own ears.   the brilliant red coloring that rises in her cheeks is further self-betrayal in the highest order.   “   no,   NO,   i certainly do NOT love him or want to KISS him.   he’s...    he’s a total ass!   completely infuriating!   ”   the protesting is far too defensive,   she can see that immediately,   so she switches topics entirely.   “   well,   you’re just spending every meal making eyes at clarke!   and you’ve not made a single move from what i can tell.   don’t you want to kiss HER on the lips?   ”   her brows raise in a challenge,   nodding to the ravenclaw who appears to be moodily stabbing at her lunch.   ever since these two had been on poor terms,   it had been wearing on EVERYONE around them.   and somehow SHE’S the one being teased for her...   whatever is between her and magnus?   absolutely ridiculous.