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rachel rewatches downton abbey. 1x06

Women must get the vote, mustn't they, Branson? Why does the prime minister resist the inevitable? 

    It’s GROTESQUE, the scene they’ve created. But a part of her is pleased, strangely so, by it.  She hadn’t intended for it to get this way, she had had her plans of course. Though, he seemed more amused with taking it all rather further than she had accounted for. Irene isn’t upset by the turn of events. How could she be? When she was just as eager to join him in this. 

          Soft brown eyes gazed at the cart owner as he patiently waited for his food, his glamour firmly in place so his tail remained hidden. How many years had it been since being in Brooklyn? At least five years give or take and things had already changed quite a bit. Some things never did change though and nothing was better than a chili dog from one of Curran’s favorite hot dog stands - having been incredibly happy when he’d seen it was still up and running. The corners of his lips slowly curl into a charming smile once the woman hands him his food, the warlock casting her a little wink while he purposely overpays her for the hot dog. “Thank you, love.” A soft chuckle escapes him at the blush on the girls face all the while blatantly ignoring her when she started to sputter about the amount of money he’d given her. There was no way the redhead was taking the change. After all, nothing was worse than a cheap warlock. Walking gingerly down to the street corner, muscles suddenly stiffen when the pungent scent of sulfur invades his nose along with the crackling of dark energy. A demon? He begins to gather his own magic around him. ultimately preparing for anything that would happen as he dipped into the alleyway towards the source.

               Hues glance behind him, foolish anxiety washing over him thinking of the safety of the mundanes. Squaring his shoulders, he ventures further down the alleyways, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark and widening at what they revealed. A shadowhunter fighting off three Eldolon demons and boy was he giving them a run for their money. It was highly impressive but judging from the males panting the unfair fight was beginning to wain on him. Well...he could even the playing field now couldn't he? Spotting one of the demons dodge wide, Curran’s hand strikes out towards it, red lighting exploding from the tips of his fingers with a loud CRACK! The attack hits home, sending the creature flying backwards with a bloodcurdling roar of pain before it’s slamming into a nearby wall. He doesn't waste any time as he advances on the other two, covering the shadowhunters six and pressing his own back up against theirs. “”Long night, Darlin? Hope you don’t mind me stepping in. One of them looked at me funny and we can’t be havin’’ that now can we?” Curran’s deep voice was like a teasing caress, his tail whipping back and forth like an irritated cat ready to attack..