#thread: beau

“I’ve got to say Shadowhunter, I’m surprised you’ve came here for my help.” Especially since there hadn’t been as many knocks at his door recently, he chalked that up to Aldertree and his reign of terror that he had managed to avoid thus far. How, he didn’t know. Especially since it was known that he quite happy to break some of the rules that the Clave insisted on Downworlders keeping, that and he dabbled in the art of black magic from time to time. But none of that mattered right now. He opened his door for the dark haired man, closing it behind him before flicking his wrist to make sure his wards were up and back in place in case anything was about to go wrong with the other being here. He was pretty certain he could take him if he had to, not that he saw Beau as a threat. “Was Magnus too busy, or is this something that breaks rules and you knew he was too soft for it. He’s good for a good drink and I suppose if you like cats his place is good for that- but I’m clearly superior. Even if I don’t have a fancy high warlock title attached to my name.”

anna: in the professional advice of a firefighter.....

Luke grabbed his phone, googled body shops that do customizations, and found himself dialing the number to Beaumont’s Body Shop. He’d made a bet with a cardiac surgeon, getting them to volunteer their services if he decks out his car in bi pride. Why the hell not? Luke was bi, he wasn’t ashamed of it. Besides getting custom work on his Model S would look amazing. 

Eliza had found herself in the training room quite a lot over the passing weeks, she had a certain someone stuck in her mind and she felt closest to them in this room, which was odd in some way’s because she could probably count the amount of times her and Beau trained on one hand. But this is where she knew the other felt at peace, where he taught kids how to fight and how to do well before receiving their angelic rune, this is where he inspired people. Maybe it was those thoughts that had led her to pick up a bo staff to begin with, the weapon was foreign to her and nothing like she used before, her main arsenal was her bow or her seraph blade, anything else just felt clumsy in her hand and it showed. But she didn’t give up. 

That’s why she was here again now, the long range weapon in her hand as she tried to move with it, trying to keep both her and the weapon in sync, moving as if though she were dancing with it, though she kept stumbling, tripping and having the staff get in her way causing her to groan and start again. She was a perfectionist and she would keep practising until she got it right, until she was perfect and until she felt closer to the man who had left. 

Eliza wouldn’t say directly to someone that she had been avoiding Beau since that tearful night of almost goodbyes, then the morning that followed where she woke and he was already gone, sending her heart into a small panic until she had seen him in the training room. But that was exactly what she was doing, she was trying to have her head play tricks on her heart, thinking that if she avoided him, when he left it would hurt less. She knew that wasn’t going to be the case, but she was okay to continue lying to herself for the meantime. After the attack she had been making sure to stay busy, spending more time then normal in the greenhouse tending to the plants that contained medicinal properties to help those who were still recovering from injuries. Taking her interest in healing into a more practical setting, she’d also been training to the point of exhaustion and trying to go out on any mission that was offered up. It’s why she had been heading to the main screens when she saw him, it was relatively quiet given the time of day and she just needed a little more information on the demon she was supposed to be tracking when something caught her eye on his screen. The names and places were what sent alarm bells ringing, she knew she could have been jumping to conclusions but with Beau, she was pretty sure that wasn’t the case. “What are you doing?”

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

She had turned her back for what felt like a second, with the roar of a demon behind them she had turned and was using her arrows to take them down one by one. When silence fell on them she couldn’t help but smile, laughing in victory before turning and seeing Beau in front of her- Beau who didn’t look so good. His complexion pale, face expressionless and blood dripping from his chest. 

She rushed over to him, and it was just as well as she did because the other collapsed into her arms causing her knees to hit the floor at the weight of his body in her arms. “Beau..- Beau-” She could see that he was having trouble staying conscious- hunting around for her stele in order to take away some of his pain, but it was too late. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, she tugged at his clothing to find his rune, running her stele over his Iratze in order to heal him- or attempt to heal him. 

“Come on, Beau. You’re stronger than this-... you can’t leave me. Not like this. Just-.. stay awake. I need you awake so I can get you back to the Institute. Please!”