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illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change: Winds of Change 2: Blizzard [chapter 12] 💙💚🤎

"Well, Clary?" he asked, turning a little to look at her, and finding that Crusader turned along with him, just as if he had actually touched her with his leg on that side. The shift of his weight seemed to be entirely sufficient to give her commands. That was, of course, just as it should have been, but for the moment, it felt almost miraculous. "Are you really going to let me outperform you?"

illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change: Autumn Storms [chapter 18] 💙🖤

At a split-second decision, he went for the other solution, whipping his arm up and around at the last possible moment as he switched from stab to slash in mid-jump, putting all the power that he could convert from his momentum into the movement. The demon general's head went flying, and Alec hit the ground hard, rolled over his shoulder and came back to his feet. His arm felt bruised from the impact, his hand momentarily numb on the sword.

— she was like an avenging angel, her vengeance swift and deadly.

TSC → shadowhunters tv cast; katherine mcnamara.

illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change: Autumn Storms [chapter 14] 💛💚🧡

They had broken up their meeting not long after Jack's arrival. Charlie had suggested that he distract himself from the loss of the pie by getting the books Jace had wanted, and Jack had left with a sudden smirk – only to return less than five minutes later, carrying a pile of books and putting them down in front of the Nephilim. "1984, Harry Potter and Wheel of Time," he had declared. "In other words: Manipulation of people, Wingardium Leviosa and Machin Shin," Charlie had added. Jace had stared. "I thought you were talking about books," he'd said. "This is half a library!"

illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change - Interlude: Wild Growth 🔥💙

Out of the corner of his eye, Simon could see Meliorn freeze. The seelie knight had evaded the tree and moved sideways around the square, keeping enough of a distance to not be caught in any kind of fallout from whatever was about to happen. He didn't know what Meliorn had expected to happen, but he was reasonably sure it hadn't included the appearance of the largest golden-scaled dragon Simon had ever laid eyes on. Admittedly, it was the only dragon Simon had seen in the flesh so far, and he wasn't sure he needed a repeat exposure. He also wasn't sure he wanted to get any closer to the creature than he had to, but Charlie clearly had different ideas. She stopped playing when they reached the dragon, holding out a hand to Simon. Climbing a dragon wasn't exactly on Simon's bucket list, but given his other options, he let her boost him up and scrambled to find a place behind the huge head. Charlie followed, clearly a much more expert dragon mounter and dragon rider than he was.

illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change 2: Blizzard [Epilogue] 🖤🤎🧡

Once cleaned up, shaved and his hair cut far enough to get what remained of it clean, with a fresh stele in his pocket and a set of new runes applied to strengthen him after the deprivations that body had suffered during the last years, he had been given quarters that were nothing short of luxurious. But they were underground, as all of the Silent City, and he wanted to see the world through these new eyes. They told him to rest, to let the body he now owned recover, but action was surely better for that than sitting idly. He'd moved back into the place he had called his home for ten long years, staying in close contact.