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@magiclimits ♔ starter call
As honored as Arthur continually was to be the ruler of Camelot, being the King came with a certain set of restrictions of which he was not particularly fond. One of those restrictions was a lack of time to himself. Everywhere he went, Arthur was followed. Knights, guards, servants, Merlin-- it was enough to drive a perfectly sane man mad!
“Honestly, Merlin, I told you I did not need company on this hunting expedition! The kingdom will be perfectly fine for one night; I will not even be out past dawn!” Arthur tossed his crossbow down from his horse and dismounted, his expression incredulous when Merlin did not look at him. “I am talking to you, you know. You might at least pretend to pay attention -- Merlin?” Arthur blinked, refusing to believe what he saw in the split second before his manservant blinked. There was a golden glow in his eyes. Perhaps it was a reflection of the setting sun? Or a glare from the fire Arthur had started? There was a reasonable explanation, Arthur told himself sternly. He would not gain anything by jumping to conclusions.
@magiclimits gets an izzy starter!!
“do you remember that first night when you came to stay at the institute?” her voice is soft as she reminiscences, smile lifting the edges of her lips ever so slightly. in a rare turn of events, the demons in new york had decided to sleep in today, meaning there was no work to be done. the stillness in the echoing halls of their home oftentimes led to her mind wandering back to that fateful day where she decided she had three brothers instead of two.
"If you do the whipped cream and feather prank on me while I'm sleeping you're dead to me." (from Jace)
“Are you sure?” Alec shoved the feather into his hair dramatically, grinning at his parabatai. “I thought you weren’t ticklish. That’s what you said whenever I got you stretching because you so foolishly stuck your foot in my face.” He was splayed out on the floor of Jace’s room, twirling a bowstaff lazily. “Will you let me crash here if I promise not to put whipped cream on your face? Izzy is out for blood and I’m trying to keep what little of my clothing I have left away from her.”
- @magiclimits
Alec liked to think he hadn’t done a high amount of stupid things in his life time. At least compared to Jace, he’d done nothing of consequence. Unless doing ridiculous things for family counted, in which case he’d done a few. None so large as their mother with sharing the burden of the past. There was no fighting the Clave, but he could make an example of them using their ridiculous method of consequences. He just hadn’t expected to be forcibly separated from her in the aftermath. They knew too much together. There were few stories about derunings, mostly used to keep children from disobeying the rules and reinforcing the law. He’d only heard a few from Izzy, having been already been complacent enough by the time she came around. He’d gotten bits and pieces out of anyone who would talk at all, even if there was no way to actually prepare. Alec had only requested the parabatai rune be the first to go. There was no reason for Jace to share the pain and he’d hoped it would numb him to a degree, shock his system into tolerating the ordeal better. It didn’t work, but it was worth a shot. He almost ran into the familiar door instead of stopping. Too stunned to pay much attention to his surroundings. Some part of his brain could only think of one place to go. Everywhere else was no longer an option. Shaking hands wouldn’t form a decent enough fist to knock, forcing him to unceremoniously kick the door. “Anyone-anyone home?”
- @magiclimits plotted
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“You don’t look it.” Charlee replied. Not to be harsh or cruel, but he didn’t really look well. Vampires were supposed to be pale, apparently, but this was ridiculous. “Can you at least sit down?” She plead gently with him, following after him as he tried to meander away. “Before you fall down.”
@magiclimits ♥ starter call
There was no escaping his eyes on her as she moved down the busy London street, side-stepping here and there to avoid being shoved into a shop window by the crowd. Rose ignored it as best she could for a good ten minutes, but after that, her impatience got the better of her. It was one thing for a bloke to check her out on the street -- that happened enough that she knew how to ditch the creep if he got too friendly -- and quite another for the man to actually follow her to her favorite restaurant.
A block away from where she planned to have dinner, though, she’d had just about enough. “Oy!” Rose called, turning to return the stranger’s stare, one hand propped on her hip. “Clear off, would you? I don’t have any money for you to nick, and whatever you’re tryin’ to sell, I’m not interested!” He was a young man, with floppy hair and a ridiculous bowtie that had gone out of fashion long ago, and those eyes --
Rose found herself staring at those eyes, her own widening. There was something familiar there, a quality that suggested this man had lived far, far longer than his youthful appearance suggested. But that was impossible. She was just seeing what she wanted to see -- wishful thinking, like a thousand times before. She’d seen him on the street, in the crowd, in her dreams, but it was never really him. Her Doctor was gone from her for good, and it did no good wishing. “Who are you, then? What do you want?”
♒ (from Magnus)
@magiclimits||MEME
“And why didn’t you tell me you were sick in the first place?” Though his voice was soft, Alexander spoke in a stern voice, placing a cold, wet rag on his boyfriend’s forehead. “Should I call Catarina to help take care of you? Sick warlocks don’t randomly spout out magic or anything, do they?” That assumption alone was probably why he wasn’t even told about it.