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It wasn’t entirely uncommon for the blonde haired demoness to stick her nose into things that it likely shouldn’t be. Though whether or not it was because trouble seemed to find her, or she actively sought out the trouble itself was yet to be seen. It was no secret that Emmalyn had heard of Leviathan, and had even seen him on one occasion past that... and he sure as hell left an impression on you. The tales that she had heard over the years, the rumors and various stories that were whispered about this great demon were all tales that made Emma just a touch bitter... 

It was demons like him, that made it highly necessary to hide her own true nature. 

Call it curiosity it you will, call it a desire to see if the child of such a destructive demon was just like his sire... but it had been many years later that Emma finally ventured out to find Ragnor, using the whispers of the land in order to do so. Granted it took a bit longer to find him by doing so, than it would by using a locating spell... but she wasn’t all that inclined in alerting the boy that she was coming, just in case he were sensitive to such things. Once she had found him, however, she remained back a little ways, watching him for a moment with a steady expression, pale blue eyes watching his movements carefully to see if there was any reaction. 

“Ragnor! You owe me.” James dropped down into the seat opposite him, not caring to ask if he could join. He'd long ago given up asking. “I believe I won our bet last time but I got distracted with running away from Magnus Bane. He is very persistent.”

    ❛  i’m  gonna  cut  the  cheap  introduction  bullshit  and  ask  you  something  straight  up.  magic  ;  yes  or  no  ?  ‘cause  there’s  somethin’  around  here  with  it.  ❜

Flo frowned as she looked over Ragnor, she had heard of him during a visit to London - however many decades ago she couldn’t quite remember - but she had stayed out of his way after hearing his name followed by a Shadowhunter’s. 

       bitter sweet love. | accepting | @notaseamonster

It`s a bit eh, this whole settling in Idris, isn’t it? In the past, Malcolm might have raised his eyebrows at it. Now, though? Now it made sense. It all made sense; he could see with perfect clarity, a clarity that no one else could suspect him of. (He is afraid of betraying that, betraying himself by saying too much, and so he doesn’t even mention it.)  Instead, he peeks out a window, to the green countryside, bathed in sunlight, deceptively peaceful. For a split-second, he contemplates a thought —— the idea that he could, should he choose to, beckon the image of the seaside before him in its stead, an illusion strong enough to pull at his heart ( his – and whose heart is that? Ragnor would hate that, now wouldn’t he? funny. they both had memories tied to it, in one way or another. that didn’t make them alike. sharing impressions, common ground, thoughts. . .all of that hardly means one truly shared their heart. clearly. Malcolm knows that, now. he grits his teeth against the bitterness of betrayal, and swallows it down. it becomes barbed, yanks at the lining of his throat as it plunges down into his stomach to dissolve into acid. but he swallows. it. down.

Perhaps he was born to be an actor, after all, starring in a tragedy that may have a happy ending yet. It will have a happy ending. He will ensure that, he knows he will. It will be no different than editing a script to his liking. )