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      gifts in hand, isabelle makes her way towards simon’s home. she’s excited to spend valentine’s with someone who meant so much to her. previous experiences meant PARTYING away with others & ending up with a cute boy later that night. simon is different even with his boyishly nerd charm. he’s the TYPE of boy you settle in, the boy your mom tells you about even though her mother never gave her that talk. she meant to GUARD her heart & instead her walls came crumbling. her heart is a FORTRESS , her own DEFENSES were excuses to never let it be more. but isabelle didn’t want excuses as she’s figured out. she opens the door with her key before hearing her boyfriend greet her. he’s still has nervous as the day she moved in. it’s adorable. eyes wander to the prepared dinner before her. ❝mi amor, happy valentine’s day. never, it just means you’re treating me well. i should be TREATED well.❞ she sets his gift down before ACCEPTING his. opening the bag, she does away with the tissue paper before uncovering a silver choker, glistening small RHINESTONES to give the impression it was diamonds. the other is a sweet peach palette from too faced, one of her favorite brands. without another word, she moves towards him, arms wrapped around him giving him a quick kiss. ❝ thanks. you should open yours.❞

This day is new to him. Naturally he treats it as any other day of the week. Any other date that passed just like the rest. Why put so much into a single day when a person had every day to express their love? Mind shakes itself from the thoughts. He was no longer single. No longer spending this day in his room with a video game controller in the palms of his hands. No longer having dinner with his mother and sometimes his sister since they both decided to spend this day with their mother to help with the coping long ago. Rebecca was with her now as Simon surrounded himself with a raven haired beauty that he had fallen so madly in love with without second thought. Without even realizing he had loved her until the words had fallen from his lips. Until he felt his heart surge each time her name left his vocal chords or each time her fingers graced his skin. He could feel the goosebumps rise across his smooth skin, a feeling only she could him him than effected him the way no one else could. “You know me. I really enjoy spoiling you. You mean a lot to me and you always deserve the best.” Words fall from him in almost a jumbled mess, the nerves seeping through his being. He watches her though. Watches how she reacts as she opens the gifts he’s purchased her. He knows that material things don’t signify how a person feels, but it’s a gesture that counts. Lips connect with hers in return of a quick kiss,features lighting up as arms wrap around her waist. “You got me stuff?”

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Fingers move, the final touches upon the surprise are set in place. He's never celebrated this day. Had always spent it in his room with a play station controller stuck in his hands, eyes glued to the screen of whatever game happened to be of choice. Now, he's asked advice from his mother. He's set out candles and roses. He's even bought chocolates and a gift of a silver choker for her. Not to mention a palette of makeup that almost gave him a heart attack when his eyes glanced across the price but she was worth it. Worth the dinner he's prepared. The game systems put away. The soft music of a few select songs he's wrote and recorded just for her wafting through the room, mixing and slow dancing with the scents of a fresh salad and a warm chicken cacciatore and it's only minutes later that he hears the door opening, gaze rising to greet the woman he's so lucky to call his own. "Hey babe. Happy Valentines Day. I might have went a little overboard. Hope it's okay?" He cuts himself off before he gets too wordy, too nervous to even know when to stop talking. Instead he hands her the gift bag, hoping she'll enjoy the gifts he's bought her.

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Fingers fidget around the bottom of the open red hoodie that’s dawned on his being. Breath draws shakily into lungs as nerves begin to take hold of his body. Lips open as words fail him. He wants to ask so many questions, even despite being inside a closet for the next seven minutes. He wants to ask her about the emotions that pass through, the  thoughts in her mind, all of it but he’s left speechless. He’s left gazing at her. Left stuck between the feelings he harbors for his best friend and for the woman that’s standing directly in front of him. “S-So,  uhm, we should kiss right?” Voice stumbles over words as they leave soft lips and he can feel  the faint tint of pink spread across cheeks.

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serpenthand:

         she’s FINISHED with another day of community service, it’s not her FAVORITE thing but at  least it’s done until tomorrow. when she comes out she sees simon, waiting there as USUAL. he was adorable & she knows now that her feelings for him are true. it was ODD for isabelle to have feelings for any guy. usually they were one night stands or friends with benefits. it works easier for her. she stops in her TRACKS when he approaches her, she moves in closer but not too close. isabelle just wants to KNOW its real & not something induced by mere touch. the ache in her heart is gone, but she doesn’t FEAR for them. they haven’t even started. ❝how about we do all of the above? relax, i didn’t tell you to stop talking. you were just asking me what i like.❞ 

     Deep breath is drawn to fill lungs the moment his gaze lands upon     her. She’s stunning, breathtakingly so and it’s almost humorous that     he only ever saw his best friend in that light until. Clary had stolen     his heart long ago when they were young, well into his youth, he had     believed he loved her and perhaps he had. Now, however, his heart     has moved on and he’s staring at the one he’s been desiring. Still,     cheeks flush a light shade of pink as lips curl upward in a small, yet     shy smile at her words. “So let’s hit the movie first and then we can     go to my place...or ��yours...and I can cook something for us? Would     that be too formal?”

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     Hands sit idly in the pockets of his red hoodie. Breath draws carefully     into lungs and despite knowing he can do this, he fears the rejection     that lurks in his mind. That rests in the shadows. He understands her     powers, her abilities and that touch is off the  table but a person     does not fall in love with touch, or caresses of soft skin or sweet,     tender kisses of lips. No, a person fell in love with the personality,     the soul of another. The thought brings a smile to his face, knowing     that type of love that came from his parents when his dad was alive and     well. How he longed for those bittersweet moments once again. "H-Hey     Izzy. D-Do you want to go out to lunch with me? Or, ya know, we could     do dinner? Possibly a movie? There's a really good movie showing at     the theater! That would be fun Or if it's not your thing, we can     hang out inside, I mean, I'll stop talking."

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serpenthand:

    when he stirs awake there’s RELIEF on her face. it’s nice to know he’s alive once again. she wonders what that feels like, but she’d rather not ask him. ❝it’s nice to know sleeping beauty didn’t need a kiss to wake up. lucky you, i thought i was going to have call in someone to do it themselves.❞ instead of yelling at him, SARCASM drips on her tongue as she shifts in her seat, to sit on the bed. ❝you’re in my home and you are staying for the night. i suggest calling your mom because your phone is ringing like crazy.❞ isabelle knows he’s never been in the lightwood home so this would look unfamiliar to him. her family had come from money so they were equipped with more than one guest room. she’s positive max will be curious about their visitor. at least her parents were gone for now. ❝i was worried about you. are you okay?❞ she admits with just the two of them in here. she knows it’s rather pointless too, but she does. 

There’s that lingering hint of  the dark, gliding through the air that wraps around their beings, slipping up the sides of walls, under cracks of doors, out through the seal of the windows and hiding itself tightly like the monster under the bed. He feels comfort from it, a strange sensation for a person whom had always walked in the light. Still, he welcomes the familiarity of it all in such an unknown place. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have kissed me yourself? What if it was life or death? What if I needed that kiss?” A mock tone of sarcasm takes to words a s they fall from his lips, eyes growing wide for a second only for amusement to dance into them as he looks up at her. God, did he miss her. How long had it been? How long had he been shrouded in darkness? Had he become Sora in far off dreams that dusted his memories? Or perhaps those things were real and the darkness wasn’t just that, but shadows that lurked in it’s closed arms. “How did I end up here? Right. I’ll call her soon. She’s probably worried sick. How long have I been gone? I didn’t exactly leave on a good impression. Did Clary see her?” He stops himself there. Not wanting to dive into how his mother must be feeling knowing her son was out in the world of Brooklyn, not answering his cell phone. She surely thought the worst, he’s positive. Still, he draws a breath at her next sentence and he nods carefully, unsure how he feels. “I think so. Is it cold to anyone else but me?” He knows they’re alone, but he can’t help the question.

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dulhaan:

for @acscended <3

                              in   a   city,    life   is   ALWAYS   moving   on.    the   pace   never   slows   down   for   anyone,  &  if   you   fall   behind,    it   is   up   for   you   to   catch   up.    she   has   managed   to   realize   the   ebb  &  flow   of   bombay,   a   city   she’s   lived   in   for   ALL   of  her   life.    that   is   why   she   can   always   point   out   the   outliers,    the   ones   who   are   not   used   to   how   things   operate   around   here.    brown   hues   survey   the   busy   city   on   this   warm   day   as   she   exits   her   job.    rajan   had   to   stay   a   little   later   leaving   her   all   ALONE   for   the   evening.    eyes   survey   the   road   for   an   available   rickshaw,   not   MINDING   her   surroundings   in   the   process.

Feet carry forward for what had seemed like hours, wandering an unknown landscape in a city that stood far different than  that of his own. Than that of  Brooklyn. Still, curiosity etches it’s way across marbled skin as chocolate hues drink in the multitudes of colors and culture. Magnus was off collecting things once stolen from him centuries ago and Simon had finally walked off the illness brought upon his never changing body from portaling. He hadn’t seen her, of course, as shoulder rams into her form and he’s almost sure he’d have knocked her down, stumbling backwards, Converse scratching and catching traction upon  the street beneath him and he draws a sharp breath, eyes widening as he gazes  upon the girl before him. “I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you hurt? Did  I hurt you? Normally I’m not so clumsy, I mean, I am but not like this. I try to walk with grace. I mean, is that weird?” A quick pause, hand reaching up to rub across the back of his cool neck. “I’m Simon. Simon  Lewis.”

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                       A scattered dream that’s like a far off memory.        A far off memory that’s like a scattered dream.

                 Independent Simon Lewis and Isabelle Lightwood                                   as told by Beth and Krislyn.

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Smile draws across soft lips as calloused fingers edge carefully over the wrapping paper. It was the first day of Hanukkah but he knows that it’s also Christmas  Eve, a Pagan holiday that his best friend and the girl that was waiting for him in the living room celebrated. A holiday he had celebrated a few times with Clary before returning home to celebrate Hanukkah with his mother and sister. Smile grows farther across soft features and he returns to her side on the couch, hands extending the wrapped box, a medium length package that he hopes that she will enjoy. “I might not celebrate it, but Happy Christmas, Izzy.”

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My Little Penguin !

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lito & hernando dancing

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I was Googling round looking for some art to adapt and make into a Hanukkah card for a friend, and I found this. And lost it. :)

The website originally offering the … concept? Kit? is gone. But the image persists at io9, thank Ghu.

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serpenthand:

     eyes are shut as she feels COOL hands against her cheek. her teeth sink into the bottom as she waits for simon to do something. except it never comes & yet she finds herself smiling. eyelids FLUTTER open as she stares at the vampire before. he was a little more hotter now that he was part of the children of the night. when she hears his words, crimson colored lips CURL into a grin. ❝no, but you can go on. i do know that i’m beautiful.❞ her own ego was getting it’s own attention like a FLOWER needing water. her arm DRAPES around his neck before asking him, ❝ what are you doing here? missed me?❞

He doesn’t speak in the silence that surrounds them, nor does he make an attempt to move, not wanting to disrupt this beautiful moment that’s growing between them. He had never expected to find feelings for someone who wasn’t Clary inside of  him. After all, he was in love with his best friend but that’s all they’d ever be best friends. There was no romantic ending to their story. Instead  it was something beautifully platonic and he found himself okay with that. Especially when he finally opened himself up to the woman that stands before him. The beauty that basks as bright as the sun’s rays in a dawning morning. “I could write a song about how beautiful you are.” Words cause a small laugh to bubble over lips and he takes a second to break the distance as he presses soft lips against her blood red ones, savoring the taste that she leaves. Sweet tones of honey and citrus and he’s losing himself all over again before he finally breaks away. “Of course I missed you. That and I just wanted to see you.”

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Fingertips move as he tucks the lose strands of hair behind her ears. A small smile grazes gentle lips and he's wrapped in the feeling of her warm skin on his cold hands. Chocolate gaze connects with her own and his smile grows across gentle features. He knows he wasn't meant for this life. He had never expected to die young, but moreso, he had never expected to be ressurected into what he is now, but if one thing is for certain, he's realized there are still things for him to live for. Still things that catch his breath in his lungs, that would cause a beating heart to stutter. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" The tone of his voice is light as his head leans in, forehead gently pressing against her forehead and his gaze has never faltered. Not when he knows he has perfection under his careful touch.