she had never been the quiet type, nor the chill one. angelique ironlace was known to be a hurricane, a woman that destroyed everything standing in her way. she would lose her temper easily, there is no way someobody could deny that, and when that happened—god forbid the unlucky one. her parabatai was nowhere to be found. at first, she thought that maybe he needed some time for himself and left the institute to go for a walk but now, she was getting worried. they would usually hang out everyday, it’s not like him to disappear all of a sudden, without telling her anything. her body was aching as if she had been stabbed. not once, but twice. and then she realized it. he was in big trouble. she couldn’t trace him, she knew he was alive but she had no idea how to find him. whenever she has a problem, she calls the best warlock in town. pandora ward. and so she did. she found her best friend in the library and tapped her on the shoulder, waiting for her to turn around. “i can’t find him anywhere,” she confessed, knowing that the high warlock will understand exactly who she was reffering to. “the last time i saw him was yesterday, pandora. i’m worried sick and i have the worst feeling about this.” ( @pandxward )
