ᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʷᵒ ᶜⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ.

The past few weeks were like a roller coaster for Kit. Just when he had started to get use to the idea of being a Nephilim- of being a Herondale: he ended up lost once again but lost on a cursed isle with a few familiar faces. He had helped locate Emma Carstairs and Julian Blackthorn for Tiberius, but since locating the missing family, he himself felt a pang of sadness swell up in him and it came with discovering Jace and Clary had no idea who he was. Let alone they weren’t even the correct age. Magnus and Alec still knew who he was and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was anyone else here that would know him. Remember him at least. Kit had found himself at the beach, staring down the ebbing and flowing of the tides when a woman in the nearby distance. She held about her an air of familiarity as he approached cautiously. Nearing a few feet of her, he dares to call out her name. “Tessa?”

having placed the teapot in front of them, jem slid the cup across the table towards tessa, his expression remaining serious. “now– when you say he’s forgotten, how much EXACTLY ??” jem’s concern was simply that, how much could will be missing ?? he knew he had recognized him– but what about the fate of the others ?? @tcssagrcys

with the warm cup between her hands, tessa gave a slight sigh. in complete honest with herself, she assumed jem was also under the effect of the water. his belief that tessa and will had been anything more than spiteful friends was enough to prove this theory to her. “he was shocked i even knew you or charlotte, then when i asked him if he truly felt nothing when he looked at me--” tessa paused, her eyes focused on the brim of the cup. “he told he he didn’t feel anything.” 

hive got up off the beach, wet, confused and he lost his favourite coat. he looked around, what was this place? he looked at his hands now, stretching them. new body it seemed. he had all the memories of his new body too. perfect. he looked around, noticing some people walking along but they looked happy. a new town? city? all he remembered was he was about to blow up in space and now he was here. “excuse me. tell me where we are?”

with the book tucked underneath her arm, tessa had been making her way back to her home when she came across the man. having noticed the USUAL appearance, his question did not surprise her. “we’re not sure. an island, i suppose. but other than that-- we don’t know. peculiar, isn’t it?”

‘ yeah, for sure. it won’t be anything too impressive, though. i’ve only got, like, an hour clocked in for pac-man. ’ which is about fifty minutes more than she had in ohio. putting a token in the machine, the game begins and her eyes glue to the screen. ‘ i’m veronica, by the way. ’

“A band, a boyband”

now that seemed to make more sense. “a band of men? what sort of music to they play?”

“Y’know, Backstreet Boys?”

even as he repeated it, tessa could only stare at the man in confusion. “is that a PERSON?”

“damnit. and here i thought i already did something impressive.” the boy sighed, but chuckled at the same time as it was all so amusing to him to actually find out people’s real ages. “holy shit though, 156! now you should be glad you don’t look your age.” he smiled. “nah, it just makes for a good time. i mean, i’d love to get drunk and not remember anything tomorrow but just one or two drinks is fine too.”

   ‘ — hello ! welcome. please make sure your hands are clean before touching any of the comics ! ’ the short blonde greeted to the person coming through the door, causing the bells to jingle. claire had worked in a comic book store in costa verde, for a short, short time — but it still reminded her of something familiar. 

“how does one celebrate a birthday here?! normally i’d go to an arcade but haven’t seen one around here.” grabbing the cupcake he had bought for himself earlier, he stuffed it into his mouth. adding some numbers up in his head, he chuckled, having a few crumbs fall out of his mouth. “could you believe that i’m actually turning 42?” having done the math, he couldn’t imagine being that old already. luckily he had come from the past where he just turned 20. “getting drunk seems like a good option. care to join? first round is on me.”

“I really need to consider getting a haircut. I’m starting to look like a Backstreet Boy wannabe”

“i’m sorry--” tessa said, the expression laced with BLUNT confusion. “a WHO-wannabe?”

“partially.” she shrugged her shoulders “part vampire, part witch. it’s a fun combo.” she raised an eyebrow.

“ God, this tea’s bad. ” It was a hundred percent to herself; the woman made a face, turning to the person next to her. “ You have any recommendations for where to get good tea ‘round here ? ” Nothing could beat her grandfather’s brew, but she was trying to make herself as comfortable here as possible.

Sitting at the table in the small cafe, Harry looked down at the book he held in his hands and read the pages slowly. Licking his lips he reached forward and took a sip from his tea. He was enjoying the quiet that the cafe brought, he enjoyed being absorbed by his book and he loved how perfect his tea was. “It’s a lovely day isn’t it.” He mused to the person sitting across from him at the other table.

turning the page of her book-- her favorite, a tale of two cities, tessa’s eyes moved over to see who had spoken to her, “it really is. i don’t mean to bother, but what are you reading?” she asked, casting a smile to the man.

“can you be quiet??” nora rolled her eyes as she made eye contact with the other female. taking a deep breath she tried to contain herself, make herself the type of person she’d been trying to be before she died. “nobody likes a screamer.”

“ not at all, no. in fact the caramel gives it quite a sweet taste “ he smiled, offering the cup to the other. “ i only just bought this, so if you want to try it, go ahead. “