#queenofdarkestshadows

@queenofdarkestshadows / *

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘. She'd heard the phrase from Nikolai over and over, every time she remotely mentioned impossible feats.

And while she knows Zoya's right, it's hard to believe in herself. She knows she's strong, she knows she surely has this power for a reason--right? But the Darkling has lived centuries, has created monstrosities and she's, what? A young mapmaker who barely knows a thing! Doesn't understand the strategy of wars, of ruling, of being this saint and savior the world has chosen to make her.

She doesn't want it.

But this is her burden, she guesses. Mal doesn't understand, and it bothers her that he doesn't. Like, her one best friend can't see as she used to be anymore. But just as a Grisha.

She's always been that, even if she hadn't truly realized it until now.

❝ Nikolai wants a savior. That isn't me-- ❞ she starts to argue, but shakes her head. Zoya didn't need to hear her doubts. Her fears. Her trepidations.

❝ Then why didn't Baghra stop him? She's older, wiser, has to be stronger--right? ❞ Except Alina knows part of the answer, at least.

No mother could ultimately kill her son. No matter what sort of monster the son had become.

Or maybe...

Then the gates of the New York Institute came into view. If she believed in the angel Raziel’s benediction, she might’ve considered it a sign--only, she didn’t believe that he was looking out for Shadowhunters, and she wasn’t a part of the Clave. But she had no other choice. She couldn’t keep running. The Institute was the only place Jonathan was sure not to enter.

And so, she pledged herself to the Angel, shuffled in past the gates, and collapsed.

Leo prides himself on his image. Pride and courage. He likes to live up to his namesake. There is one person who manages to shake him however. Zoya. “Right, um---” Had he been slouching? With the shake of his head he rolls his bright blue eyes and corrects his posture. “Alright, let’s continue shall we? If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’re trying to distract me.”

Santa Clarita Diet Sentence Starters

@queenofdarkestshadows​ said : “ You’re  dipping  things  into  a  chocolate  fountain  and  you  didn’t  call  me?”

       Walking out of the airport in Omsk, Russia was as surreal as it got for Dimitri. The last time he’d been in his home country was when Ivan had died. Although the painful memories flooded him the entire length of the journey, a new feeling filled him as he breathed in the Russian air : hope. He loved his home, from the brightly colored architecture to the people who milled about. It was the beginning of summer, and flowers bloomed all around, filling the warm air with their sweet scent. For a moment, the dhampir closed his eyes, letting the sun wash over his face as he drank it all in. Home. The city was nothing like the frozen tundra that Rose kept teasing him about. Not needing to be on a vampiric schedule, they were free to enjoy the sunshine as much as they wanted. It was a bit warm with his leather duster on, but he didn’t care. Nothing could bother his mood now.

As Rose entered his mind, his eyes opened and he looked to the brunette next to him. Just as surreal as it was to be back in Russia, it was made tenfold by having her at his side. He still wasn’t used to being affectionate with her publicly, but there wasn’t anything to actually lose while on their trip. She’d graduated which meant he was no longer her teacher, and Lissa was safe at court where no Strigoi could get to her. He was finally free to allow his feelings be a priority, but he still found himself holding back more often than not. In that moment, though, seeing her with the backdrop of the city he knew so well made her more than beautiful in his eyes. She was dazzling, and whether his actions said as much or not, he felt himself falling head over heels her all over again.

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪  @queenofdarkestshadows​​ ❫

❝Would not be the first time….or the second, if I think about it. What was that saying: the third time is the charmer? Oh, well…❞ The dhampir girl throw her arms up in an exaggerated manner.

❝Maybe someone’s finally gonna get lucky, unless they don’t di.e first. I am pretty good at arranging that too, ya know. ❞ Rose turned her back at him and took a step forward, as if to walk away, but then stopped abruptly. ❝Why do you even care? I promise, as long as you show up at my funeral, for the matter of politeness, I will NOT haunt you as a ghost for the rest of your life. I am not THAT insane.❞

❝So you have a death wish, huh?❞ He asked amused. ❝Hm, yeah I think that’s the saying. Don’t know if it’s always right though.❞ The male shrugged. He’s heard so many sayings during his adventures, yet not all of them were true so he suppose it all depended on the situation.

** secret love sentence starters.

@queenofdarkestshadows​ said : ❝Maybe some people are only meant to fall in love with each other, but not be together.❞

      Adrian’s eyebrows pulled together as he tried to piece together Rose’s words. Usually he was the one known for making grand, philosophical statements that barely made any sense –– not her. The Moroi couldn’t help but feel offended by what she said, hating that she was making excuses for everything that had happened.  ❝ That’s some bullshit. You know that, right ? ❞ he answered bluntly. 

 ❝  everything  about  this  situation  is  stressful.  ❞  she  says,  shrugging  her  shoulders.  it  was  strange,  the  way  she  felt  like  she  could  talk  to  rose.  she'd  been  raised  and  conditioned  to  think  that  vampires  were  evil  and  not  to  be  trusted.  but  rose...  rose  was  one  of  her  best  friends,  and  she  was  sorely  lacking  in  that  department,  so  it  was  good  to  have  her.