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bolzans:

“…oh-kay.” he looked up and down studying the random orange boy that had popped up out of nowhere. “…on the contrary, seeing an orange orange would be suspicious. oranges are never orange, genuine ones i mean. they are supposed to be green or yellow. orange ones are coloured and polish solely to deceive us.” sinclair smirked a little. “i had expected better from you, orange.” he looked at the young man, amused. “it’s german, means “d r e a m s of love” —you do have an ear for music, a waterfall, i like that.”

"You’re bullshitting me,” said Carlos straightforwardly. “If they’re not supposed to be orange, why else would they be called oranges?” He stared down at the fruits in disbelief like they could tell him the answer. “Ah, German. Right. I never would have guessed that. Well, whatever it means, it was a great song.” He set the heavy box in his hands down on the ground, just for a minute. “Do they pay you to play here?”

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daemoniiums:

“i’m pretty capable.”

“Of... of course you are,” he said, eyes wide. 

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stainedxrunes:

“It almost killed me.” She told the warlock as she faked being hurt and touched her heart. “My father told me I couldn’t go out to do something.” She put it in better words rather than telling him. “But whatever. I can go out and do something else.” 

Felix finished swallowing his bite of lemon cake before asking, “Is there a particular reason you’re not just doing whatever it is you wanted to do in the first place? Not that I’m advocating for parental disrespect, of course not, I never would...” he shook his head in a mock show of innocence. “But. That seems to be the easiest solution to your problem. Just saying.” 

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bolzans:

The name had a familiarity to it that Sinclair couldn’t really put his finger on. His name might have came up among other downworlders. He shook the other warlock’s hand firmly but briefly. “It’s a pleasure.” He smiled lazily. “From here and there. Born in San Gimignano, raised in London. Well — who am I kidding I raised myself.” He gestured the empty chair across from him while maintaining eye-contact.

San Gimignano and London - two very interesting places. "Molto interessante. That’s about half the Italian I know.” Felix grinned. “Raised yourself? Oh, that we could all be so lucky. But what brought you to the big apple, then?” Felix asked, swiftly and gracefully settling into the nearest empty chair before leaning forward to hear the reply.

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powcrfuls:

“No, you’re just worried, I get it.” Isabelle reassured the other.

“Yes, exactly.” He nodded vigorously, less melancholy now after her reassurance. “I would prefer not to worry, but I can’t help it.” 

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britxparker:

“You ate my damn leftovers, that’s what you did.”

“Yep,” Carlos replied cheerfully. “To be fair, you didn’t put your name on ‘em, so...”

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i owe roughly a bajillion replies but i’m in class all day this week until thursday so i’ve been drafting during our half hour lunch break, haha. should finish them all tomorrow xx

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chvndlcr:

┌  ❝ probably any kind of possession. ❞ the brunette girl replied. ❝ i don’t think any one does to be honest. though i wish i could actually help you with your quest on finding a decent latte, but i cannot. ❞  ┘

“I appreciate your attempt at helpfulness, despite how useless it might be. That’s more than any of these cretins have done. Yes, you,” he added dryly towards the man nearest him in line, who’d presumably turned around at Felix’s loud complaining. “You’re the problem.” He sniffed, then turned back to the young woman who’d spoken. “Are you going to suffer through this line, or should we abandon ship?”

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lorxhearted:

“And for what reason would I need help from you”

“Well, everyone needs help... sometimes?” he explained tentatively. “I was only offering.”

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lilystrongheart:

Lily looked around at the tiny cafe with a smile on her face, she had a lot of good memories in here. “My Dad used to take me here, this is where my parents met. This place has a lot of history, the top part of it has always been a cafe but that used to be a cover for what it really was. Originally it was a brothel and then it was turned in to a speakeasy, that’s when Millie took over, before finally it was just a coffee house. Millie has a ton of great stories, she’s lived a really interesting life.” She informed him proudly, nodding over at the elderly female warlock.

She took a sip of her hot chocolate and settled back against the worn but comfortable armchair, letting out a sigh of relief, she didn’t get to come here as often anymore so it was nice to just relax. “This is the new me. I am now Lily the rebel. Sneaking out after curfew and stealing candy from babies.” She laughed, placing her drink back on the table..

“I can stay for a bit, of course, I’ve got to give you time to finish your three coffees.” She was positive Felix wouldn’t be sleeping tonight after drinking all that caffeine. She leaned forward and spoke in a lower voice, there were only a few other people in the cafe but she could never be sure who may be listening in. “There have been a few attacks that I’m aware of. No fatalities so that’s good news at least. It’s so frustrating though that we have living victims of the attacks but none of them ever remember what their attacker looked like. I thought maybe if it were a warlock either doing the attacks or involved in someway that maybe there was some kind of memory erasing spell?”

"Color me impressed. A brothel and a speakeasy - dreams do come true.” Felix followed Lily’s glance over towards Millie, the apparent owner. Come to think of it, something in her face was familiar, but he’d definitely never spoken to her before. “I’ll have to talk to her later, then - to mine her deep storytelling resources. I can honestly say I’ve never seen this place in my life.” 

“You mean all your youthful charm and innocence has only been the front for an unruly rebellious streak? I should have known.” Felix took a long gulp of his first cup of coffee, stifling a moan. Yes. This was a good choice, he thought as he looked at the cups of coffee laid out in front of him. The best choice, in fact. He took a moment to bask in the brilliance of the caffeine before he looked back up at Lily with a grin. “Children quake with fear when they catch sight of you, I’m sure. Really, though, when you get caught, don’t blame me. Especially if it’s just going to make your shadowhunters annoyed at me for... tempting you to the dark side. Or whatever.” He rolled his eyes. 

Lily said she would stay until he finished all three of his coffees... that wouldn’t take nearly as long as she probably thought - it was a miracle they weren’t gone already - but he would make it work. Felix listened intently as Lily explained - some attacks, no deaths, and no one attacked remembered a thing. “It’s possible,” he said slowly, thinking through the relevant magics. There were a number of enchantments, and even spelled objects, that could cause that effect. “Though it’s just as likely that if that’s the case, the attacker may have only bought the charm from a warlock. I wish that narrowed it down, but we do business with everyone.” 

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bolzans:

sinclair looked out the hotel’s cracked window, watching the people coming and going in such a wearing rush. his fingertips was hitting the notes gradually softer. he looked out again to face the street but he came across to an unexpected audience. the boy was carrying a box, seeming lost. ″what are… these anyway?″ sinclair grimaced. ″glad you asked, it’s liszt, liebestraum no.3.″

“They’re... oranges?” Carlos peeked at the contents of the box just to double check, before looking up to laugh at the grimace on the older man’s face. “But they’re more yellow than orange, which seems sorta questionable.” The name of the song was not in English; actually, Carlos had no idea what language it was in. He said as much. “I don’t know what that means. But that song sounded wild, man. The one part,” he hefted the box to one arm and wiggled the fingers on his free hand, miming something like a scale. “It sounded like a waterfall.” 

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powcrfuls:

“Not really, no.” she replied. “I’d rather have it stay in my thoughts, putting it out in the open will just make it worse.”

“If you say so,” Mustafa said with an understanding shrug. Then he paused mid-step. If she didn’t want to talk, and she did not want to be accompanied home... “Am I bothering you?” he wondered with a sad glance in her direction.

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“Sorry! Sorry,” Carlos replied to the startled older blonde, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I’m pretty quiet. Are you still open? The door was unlocked, so... anyway, uh... I’ve never been here before, but I’m looking for a... book?” His tone was uncertain, like he wasn’t quite sure he believe it himself. “I don’t really read, but I lost a bet and I’m supposed to find a book longer than 400 pages and... read it,” he explained with a quiet chuckle. 

      the blonde was BURIED in books     a new shipment coming in earlier than expected always had her working extra hours it was past closing time ; but she’d lost track of time, the werewolf too busy counting && alphabetizing each individual work of literature. which is how she ended up with three books on the ground, her heart POUNDING against her chest as she let out a relieved laugh at the sight of the other.  “ you scared me. i didn’t hear anyone come in. ”

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As he maneuvered down the block with a cardboard box of fresh oranges in his arms, squinting at the street numbers to try to find the right one, he paused. A melody came floating out from a cracked window... Carlos mindlessly followed the sound, his ears always attuned to the nearest source of music. Soon he found himself face-to-face with a piano in a fancy restaurant. Hotel? Something like that. Then the pianist spoke. “I was supposed to deliver these... somewhere,” Carlos replied, glancing down at the box he was still holding. “But that’s irrelevant. What’s that song?”

He had been at the hotel’s restaurant for hours since everybody cleared out after suppertime, playing the piano settled in the red velvet cushioned piano bench. He was so engulfed in the rhythm, he hardly realised someone had swung the door open. ″Do I bother you or do you just have a request?″ 

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“What’d I do this time?”

“Oh, you are so dead.”

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A low growling bounced down the alleyway; Mustafa guessed it was a few streets over. He continued walking on his own path - plenty of things growled in the dark of the night - but then, there was a gasp. Turning and sprinting down the alleys and across the roads with all the speed of a vampire, he stopped abruptly in his tracks when he saw that the growler - a werewolf, by the look of it - had already been dealt with swiftly, it’s heart stabbed through with a seraph blade. By what looked to be a young girl. “It looks dead, yes,” he said, slowly approaching both the girl and the werewolf’s still form. “It would be wailing if it were only injured.” 

Lily slowly backed away as the growling werewolf advanced on her, her glowing seraph blade clutched tightly in her fist. She let out a loud gasp when the wolf pounced on her and blindly stabbed her blade in to it’s chest, the full weight of it falling on to her as it went limp. Quickly she rolled the creature off of her and moved herself as far away from it as possible, her hand covering her mouth as she stared at the prone form. “Are they…dead?”

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“...Do you need help with that?”