#quitemagical

Hell, as it turned out, was a vastly different place than she'd been told it was. Of course she'd only heard about it from religious friends, and Lucifer, she supposed, but he hadn't told her that it would be so comfortable. There were, of course, things missing that would have made it feel more like home. Linda also knew that time worked differently here, but she still didn't understand that. 

She tended to wander mostly by herself, still learning where things were, and what places she needed to avoid. She knew that many of the angels had fallen, but she also knew that Michael hadn't returned, and that did somewhat concern her. She had so many things that she was thinking that she didn't notice when she nearly plowed poor Magnus over. 

"With all due respect, Mags, you look like shit," Jas muttered, before stepping forward & hugging her savior/friend/favorite warlock. He had almost a whole foot on her, so hugs with him made her feel like a child, but well...she only hugged two people in the world.

Hopefully, Jas wasn't being hypocritical--her job as a hunter for hire always left her with bruises, if not the occasional broken bone. Thankfully, she didn't have any gauze to hide, so she could wear a short-sleeved dress to Magnus's party. It was one of the only articles of clothing she had that wasn't made of cheap, black cotton--not because she couldn't afford better, but because she spent 95% of her time in her own version of a Shadowhunter's gear. If she didn't sometimes go undercover, Jas might not know what those outside the Clave wore. She couldn't upset her fashionable friend by looking trashy, though.

"Are you still accepting work from the Shadowhunters? You'd better charge them for initial consultations, plus extra if they plan on putting you in danger." Jas was frowning, legitimately worried. His usual sparkle (no pun intended) seemed...dim.

"I am a soldier. My job is to fight. Yours is to stay behind me so I can protect you!"

"Nope, no, I am not getting involved," Theo insisted. Look - he frequented a lot of 'downworlder' places, from bars and clubs even to a bowling alley he'd found once. Places that his parents' and brother's eyes just... skipped over, and provided him with a much-needed break. He never claimed to be anything other than a patron, and like always, just let people assume whatever they wanted to about him. "If they're getting in a fight, then they're getting in a fight, and it's got not to do with me."

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ UNCHARTED / A THIEF’S END ( PART SIX )