#silverbuilt

                ❝    nope,    uncle    alec.    i    only    ever    think    about    doing    a    thing    called:    what    i    want    and    when    i    want    it.    ❞    the    teenage    siphoner    shrugged,    lips    curving    into    a    smirk    like    her    father’s,    even    though    they    were    drawn    just    like    marina’s.    ❝    you’re    not    gonna    be    a    snitch,    right?    𝒊’𝒎    𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏    𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔    𝒐𝒍𝒅.   i    can    do    advanced    spells    if    i    want    to.    ❞    and    by    advanced    spells    clara    meant    dark    magic.    ❝    besides,    you    know    how    powerful    i    am.    everything    is    good.    i    just    wanna    teach    that    girl    a    lesson,    punishing    her    will    be    good    for    her    spiritual    growth    and    shit.    whatever    mom    always    says.    ❞

 ❝    is    it    lame    i    tell    people    at    work    that    i’m    married?    ❞    for    most    times,    whenever    philippe    did    such    thing,    he    thought    about    what    his    boyfriend    would    effectively    think    of    it.    there    were    also    moments    he    did    not    care,    and    all    that    he    wished    for    was    that    such    pesky    men    and    women    that    attempted    to    flirt    with    him,    got    the    message    𝒉𝒆    𝒘𝒂𝒔    𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅    𝒇𝒐𝒓    𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.     still,    the    greater    part    of    his    heart    wondered    if    there    weren’t    any    possibilities    a    mere    excuse    would    be    turned    into    reality.    ❝    and    i    also    don’t    know    what    you    think    about    marriage,    alexander.    but    i’d    be    delighted    to    hear    about    your    perspective.    more    and    more    every    day    that    we    spend    together,    must    i    add.    ❞

lithe    fingers    are    wrapped    around    the   glass   of   a    pink    drink    when    an    all    too    familiar    voice    catches    the    warlock’s    attention    and    he    raises    an    eyebrow,    𝙰𝙽    𝙰𝙻𝙻    𝚃𝙾𝙾    𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲    𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽    to    face    the    nephilim    as    he    eyes    him    down    and    all    the    way    back   up    again.     “    oh,    that    was    meant   for    me?    i    hate    to    disappoint,    truly,    but    i    have    quite    the    handsome    husband    who    wouldn’t    appreciate    it    if    i    flirted    with    an     equally     handsome     stranger.   “           he    teases,    cat-like    eyes    unhidden    as    magnus    looks    into    alec’s    blue    ones,    the    corners    of    his    lips    𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢    𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜.

Here she was, alone in her office, taking a few minutes to herself with a glass of hard liquor that wouldn’t even cause her body to relax, Isabelle was taking a chance to breathe. She had young kids coming up to her, asking her for stories, asking her what heavenly fire felt like. She hated remembering what it felt like, to have her entire body combust, to be coursing with fire through every inch of her body. To stand there with the potential to hurt if not kill the boy she had just opened her heart up for. It wasn’t a memory she enjoyed retelling, hence the hard liquor. A knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts, “it’s open, Alec.” She knew that knocking pattern anywhere.

                  it    was    unfair    how    busy    the    shadowhunter    constantly    found    himself.    yet    he    always    found    different    ways    of    reminding    marina    how    dear    to    him    she’d    always    be.    even    though    it    was    difficult    to    recall    when    it    was    the    last    time    the    two    of    them    got    to    spend    quality    time    together,    alec    incessantly    was    in    marina’s    thoughts,    heart    and    above    all    things,    𝒉𝒆𝒓    𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔.   the    seashell    necklace    found    on    her    pillow    was    the    reason    why    she    smiled    the    entire    day    and    proudly    worn    it    around    her    neck.    the    mermaid    was    even    cheeky    enough    to    purposely    bring    attention    to    it,    and    whenever    asked,    with    a    stuffed    chest    and    the    brightest    grin    she’d    answer:    ❝    alec    lightwood,    my    handsome    and    kind    adoptive    brother,    gave    it    to    me    this    morning.    ❞

                         she    couldn’t    even    look    at    him.    all    the    disgrace    that    was    coming    their    way    …    it    was    all    her    fault.    if    only    marina    hadn’t    dared    being    that    selfish,    willing    to    have    a    family    of    her    own,    a    brother,    he    wouldn’t    be    endangered    as    of    now.    silent    tears    streamed    down    her    face    as    marina    turned    her    back    on    alec,    heart    clenching    with    excruciating    anguish.        ❝    you    don’t    understand,    alec.    there’s    no    other    way.    ❞    it    became    painful    to    even    breathe.    to    imagine    all    they    were    to    do    to    him    and    the    ones    he    loved,    𝒉𝒊𝒔    𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍    𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚,   stung    her    to    the    point    of    breathlessness.    ❝    you    have    to    take    me    back    to    where    you    found    me,    and    you    must    forget    i    exist.    the    fallen    angels    …    they’re    angered    i’m    here.    and    the    orixás    cannot    help    us.    i    have    no    business    with    the    christian    god,    and    i    cannot    ask    for    his    protection    against    the     princes    of    hell.    i    can’t    let    them    hurt    you,    alec.    and    they    will    if    i    don’t    leave    earth.    ❞