#thornedplants

kieran chuckled, laying his head on his lap as instructed. “i suppose i should try at least,” it certainly helped that he doubted mark would be okay with him just forgoing any sort of rest. even fairies needed to sleep and he was actually okay with taking a nap right now.

     eyes  close,  knowing  very  well  she  is  about  to  let  her  frustration  out  on  the  wrong  person,  yet  entirely  unable  to  control  her  tongue;  or  the  anger  that  clouds  her  judgment.  “  i  know  that  ─────  but  maybe  i  don’t  need  you  fighting  my  BATTLES  for  me,  james  !  ”  she’s  not  angry  at  him,  at  all,  yet  the  fury  she  feels  is.  .  .  irrational.  it  makes  her  loud.  “  what  would  punching  have  done?  ”  -boys  and  their  short-term  goals;  but  OH NO────── THAT  was  not  the  way  lucie  would  handle  this.  teeth  grit,  the  blue  of  her  eyes  ablaze.  she  paces  brazenly  towards  her  brother.  “  .  .  .i  would  much  rather  RUIN  their  pathetic,  sad,  little  lives.  ”

            -voice  is  childish,  yet  STERN. “  .  .  .at  least  let  me  TRY.  ”

❝ OH! ❞ she exclaims, taking a step backward. she’d been coming down the stairs with a basket of jessamine’s linens, and wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings. ❝ my apologies, mr. lightwood. i don’t know where my head is today. ❞ // @thornedplants, sophie for gideon. 

“not gonna lie this feels like some sort of cosmic joke but I actually found some chocolate. terrible advent calendar chocolate but chocolate. so if you want that i can actually give you it.” honestly the fact that everyone asked for chocolate despite the fact they never had it was a meme to him at this point since he was the one who dealt with that sort of thing usually. them actually having it was amazingly ridiculous.

kieran looked over at his lover, eyes drawn to the scars left from the punishment the other members of the hunt saw fit to inflict on the half faerie during a visit to his father’s court. any wounds had healed rather quickly of course as he was a member of the hunt but the scars had yet to fade. “there are other good things, even if they are out of your reach.”

it was rare that anyone accused him of not being physically fit, riding had kept him fit even before he had become a member of the hunt. “i beg your pardon?” the words instinctively slip out in a tone that was perhaps far more at place in his father’s court than here. she meant well though and he immediately regretted his tone.

he wasn’t entirely sure what to say in response to that. they had been together for a long time and she had been through a lot in that time and knowing that he helped her stay somewhat okay through it was nice. she had certainly helped him to survive the hell that was their world. “right back at you livia, i don’t think i’d still be here without you.” he’d have lost hope and either end himself so they couldn’t get him or give in and just be like his family.