Jul 5, 2017
“ yeah. except that bein’ TALLER don’t make you BETTER-- it just make you a bigger target ! “ ( @serafeli is a confirmed meme. )
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“ yeah. except that bein’ TALLER don’t make you BETTER-- it just make you a bigger target ! “ ( @serafeli is a confirmed meme. )
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❛ don’t you have someone else to spend the day with ? anyone ? you don’t even know anything about me except my name and where i work. ❜ the last sentence prevails with a tinge of uncertainty ; shift closed for the day, he shoulders his bag, leaves the unflattering hat behind on the counter and clocks out. ❛ i thought valentine’s day was meant to be spent with your loved ones —— or whatever. case in point being, not your pizza delivery guy. ❜
@serafeli. 💕
❛ alright, you’ve got to stop calling me the CUTE ONE whenever you order —— it’s sticking at work. ❜ his disapproval is tangible, pizza box shoved forward expectantly. ❛ and maybe cut down on the pizza, too. they’re starting to call you one of the regulars. which isn’t good. ❜
@serafeli.
♕
* NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY ➼ ACCEPTING.
↷ HOLDING HANDS.
❛ jace, wait—— ❜ alec’s always held an unyielding tendency to provide sporadic outbursts of sentimentality in the the times they were least expected / MOST NEEDED. he cherished no plan on what exactly was waiting to exhale from dry lips, his brother’s expectant gaze only falling on the seam of his mouth parting and closing once, twice, before actually managing anything coherent. ❛ you’re not valentine. you’re not. ❜ and before he has the chance to slot in a snide remark in typical jace style, alec’s speaking again.
❛ you’ll do the right thing. crazy, maybe — reckless, yeah, but — you’re not like him. ❜ the certainty with which the words leave him seems final enough, an unwillingness to part ways ( the very real possibility that this may be the last time, just like every other potential-last-time the lightwoods have shared, the same forlorn looks, the same understanding nods and laden sighs ) only leaving his eyes glazed, bringing his brother in by the hand, free forearm looping his audacious counterpart into a tight hug, chin resting on his shoulder.
he stays that way, circumspect mind stilling its gears, their hands clasped between them like an unbreakable link. the staunch belief that jace would not only kill valentine, but surpass him would not subside from alec’s thoughts, even if jace himself was dubious. usque ad finem —— to the very end. ❛ i’ll see you back here. ❜ he clings to those words, as if their utterance alone will ensure they both make it back to rendezvous unscathed, as if parting ways with his parabatai, even when dire and necessary, wasn’t excruciating a weight to bear. a tight squeeze of the hand, and tarry no more. ❛ good luck. ❜
❛ eyes are up here, y’know. ❜ coy countenance betrays her mirth, a pride in her physique reigning supreme in the grit of her teeth. it’s quite the contrary reaction one might expect, annoyance seeking no ground, instead preceded only by amusement. ❛ but by all means, don’t quit staring on my account —— i’ve heard two years training works wonders. ❜
☼ * ◦ @serafeli. ◦ * ☼
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@serafeli.
❛ does it run in the lightwood genes to be stupidly heroic ? i don’t ever recall your parents being much of the type. ❜ cowards, a word left unsaid on his lips, aged with time & stained with the blood of downworlders & shadowhunters alike. the nagging reminder in the back of his mind, children manipulated, just pawns in the grand scheme. tales spoken in hushed tones & anger underlying for the believed monstrosities plaguing their world, nothing more than half breed demons, slaves to their desires. the insults use to churn his stomach & tighten his throat, now all he feels is annoyance. his patience ever waning with the pride of shadowhunters.
he’s seen their pride at it’s fullest, the scarred eyes of a werewolf child left blind, the corpses of the whitelaws littering restaurant's floor, angel’s children betrayed by their own kind. the fear that haunted eyes, a mother worried for her eldest child’s safety. fear that did not warrant the destruction they caused, crude remarks woven beneath his heels. he’d been shaped by their hatred, eyes & mouths sewn shut the only companion throughout a childhood blurred by time.
bitterness settles on his tongue, seeping into remarks, ankles crossed with a casual ease. ❛ then again, i don’t quite recall any of you nephilim caring about anyone but yourselves. until now, that is, few & far in between as you are. ❜
interest’s piqued within a moment’s silence, perhaps by hatred ( for the man condemned & not the son, an understanding tangled between words. ) ❛ what exactly did happen ? the clave must be quite unsure of your innocence if they’re entrusting me with their golden boy’s safety. ❜ painted fingertips tap absently against chair’s arm, head tilted, dyed tresses kissing temples as vague attention’s given.
♙
* NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY ➼ ACCEPTING.
↷ SHARING A BED.
an already sparingly talkative shadowhunter is even less so in the late hours of the night, its crepuscular reach paving way for slumber on the rare times he’s not on watch. it’s a sight to behold, mussed crown buried into his pillow, forearms tucked underneath, and when he feels a weight far too heavy to be church across his back, he only opens an eye, humming in retort. ❛ jace —— ❜ a gruff complaint, brow tightly furrowed as he glances over his shoulder.
❛ ‘t time is it ? ❜ clearly vexed by the disruption ( and by no means assisted in his attempt at getting comfortable when his brother has just flopped like dead weight across him ) he takes several minutes just shifting, and ultimately getting the short straw in terms of how much of his own bed is actually reserved for himself. take it from jace to be a blanket hog. alec rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes, blinking several times before comprehending the situation fully, and freely expressing his aggravation. ❛ fine. but don’t wake me up again. ❜ it’s the last he’ll say on the matter, weight falling heavily on his shoulder and sleep befalling him once again sooner than anticipated.