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“ is this really all london has to offer now, ” he sighed, bored with what had welcomed him upon arrival. “ it used to be so much more fun, ” he was currently wandering the institute halls.

“It used to be so much more peaceful that’s for sure,” Thyra said sarcastically, “excuse my sarcasm but the institute doesn’t have enough time to welcome new recruits in a celebration manner. We just lost alot of allies recently and a celebration to welcome new ones isn’t really appropriate.”

    ❛   —  so are you going to sit there all pretty for the next few hours or are we actually going to do something  ?   i don’t like my time being wasted.    ❜

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll do something when something happens, ‘kay?” Thyra replied, “so just take this time to relax yourself. You won’t be receiving anymore free time in the future.”

the blade cuts through the air, a smooth sleek arc made of metal. It feels wrong. her stance is strong and unwavering, grip firm and to any shadowhunter she’d look perfect- but the blade’s weight is wrong in her hands; the handle is too thick, the arc too wide. everything is just wrong. ophelia frowns, driving the blade through the air once more before returning it to the rack. she’s been through all the weapons the institute owns- they’ll do on a mission ,but they just don’t feel right. she’s too much of a perfectionist.

Thyra stood still as she watched Ophelia train. She watched as most of her general posture was a bit...rugged. “Are you okay, love?” Thyra asks, emerging from the corner of the room, “you can always try again tomorrow. Maybe your mind is fogged up at the moment, that’s why you can’t focus.”

“Holy shit….” Angel said softly, putting his bow down slowly. “S-Sorry…I didn’t expect anyone to come up here.” He mentioned, considering he was on the roof of the institute.

“It’s nothing worth apologizing for. You sensed someone was behind you and you immediately jumped to defend yourself,” Thyra smiled, “That’s really reassuring me that our allies are well-trained and the institute is in safe hands. Good job. If I may ask, why are you on the roof this late at night?”

Thyra giggled, “aww that’s so sweet of you,” she says as she sniffed the flower she gave her, “this is lovely. It’s very unusual for this flower to appear in the area. Where did you get it?”