#simonlewisedit

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: Simoom [chapter 17] 💚💙💛

Samael nodded at him. "I notice the … diversity of your friends. Your kind is not known for opening up to those different from them, yet you bring one of our children, a dragon, a Seelie knight, a werewolf, a god's child and a vampire – a strange vampire, too, to be out in the open under our sun without suffering for it." The ghost of a smile played on the demon's lips. "It makes me inclined to believe that you have already improved your habits by some degree." "I hope so." Alec shifted a little on his feet, adjusting his stance to be closer to the parade rest he always defaulted to. He was doing his best to appear perfectly composed, but Magnus could sense his tension. The demon either didn't notice, or chose to ignore it. He turned to Simon, his head briefly moving back not unlike a predator picking up a scent in the air. "Your kind is rare," he observed. "I can smell the dragon on you, but it's Ithuriel's blood that boosts you. How did you acquire it? Surely not from the very source. It doesn't seem like him to share." "You know Ithuriel?" Clary blurted out, unable to conceal her surprise. Simon did his best not to squirm under those grey eyes. "A friend… gave it to me. I didn't assault anyone for it."

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