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the second my exams are over i will be writing here again. for now,   @godscourt

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DIRK:

HE SMILES AT HER RESPONSE,   happy that she wasn’t resentful of him not trying hard enough to bring in what he had planned   —–   it wasn’t his fault,   he knew this,   but his still gaze shifts to the two sided mirror with hesitance;   like he was speaking word of something classified,   a secret.   dirk waits a moment before bright eyes flicker back to his friend,   and his smile widens.   ❝   i made you some party food   —–   i forgot to put yeast in the cinnamon buns,   though.   i didn’t realise until i took them out and riggins looked like he ate a lemon when he tried one.   ❞

          soft giggle fell from lips.   despite age,   in nature,   you were still so childish.   however there was not one potential fault from this behaviour.   “   what are...   cinnamon buns   ?   “   one brow arched in curiosity.   there was still too much you didn’t know about the world   &   things in it   (   too much that they wouldn’t let you learn.   )   “   i really appreciate the fact you made me something.   it’s the thought that counts,   after all.   “   you pointed out,   “   have you been okay since i last saw you   ?  “

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UNKNOWN:

❛     oh   .   .   .   wow,   yeah         that’s,   that’s             amazing   !     ❜     feeling   that   she’s   not   a   threat   directly   to   clary,   she   puts   away   her   seraph   blade   within   her   thigh   holster.   taking   a   few   steps   forward,   one   after   the   next,   with   some   hesitance.    ❛     right,   sorry.   forgot   about   the   introductions   .   .   .     ❜     she   gives   a   nervous   laugh,   arms   winding   around   herself   to   protect   from   the   cold   night   air   and   the   raging   storm   above.    ❛     i’m   clary.   a   shadowhunter           a   human   but   we’re   angel   blooded.   we   protect   the   world   from   demons.     ❜     clary   wonders   if   she   knows   about   them.   her   runes   haven’t   seem   to   have   given   her   away,   nor   has   her   seraph   blade,   where   exactly   is   she   from   ?   or   rather   who   is   she   ?    ❛     are   .   .   .   you   a   warlock   or   something   ?     ❜

          “   i don’t know what a warlock is.   “   you admitted,   brows creased at the comment.   you noted the marks on her skin;   couldn’t help but wonder what they were for.   but you did know the concept of angels and demons   -   you had briefly met one in the facility.   it was strange,   all things considered,   that they wanted to keep dirk away from you,   because you were too dangerous.   but then they allowed two dangerous subjects in the same room.   anyway,   your naturally inquisitive mind took over for a second,   your head tilted.   “   &   i’ve never heard of a shadowhunter either,   it sounds pretty dangerous.   hunting demons...   “   words became your stream of consciousness.   “   since you introduced yourself;   i’m aella.   at least that’s what they told me,   that’s all there is to tell you.   “   it’s all you knew.

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ALISTAIR:

            ❝       i   was   never   attached   to   it   in   the   first   place  ,     NOT    ENOUGH   TO   MISS   IT .        ❞       never   once   had   the   world   outside   latched   it’s   thorny   hooks   into   him   long   enough   to   take   effect  ,    long   enough   to   make   him   feel   like   a   rose   in   a   garden   of   weeds .     HE   WAS   MORE   THAN   NATURE   OFFERED   THEM .    more   like   the   moon   visible   during   a   day  ,    unique   &   distant   but   just   as   much   a   part   of   the   universe   as   everyone   else .        ❝       there’s   nothing   out   there   that   matters   to   me .      ❞

         ❝       it’s   been   a   few   months  ————–     PROBABLY     .     .     .          i   haven’t   measured   the   time  ,     it’s   pointless   to .     AS   LONG   AS   PROGRESS   IS   MADE  ,    THE   SCALE   OF   TIME   DOESN’T   MATTER .    but   your   question   is   too   vague  ,     do   you   mean   the   people  ?     what   it   looks   like  ?    the   way   people   think   and   behave  ?    the   current   political   climate  ?     or   the   world   itself  ?    it’s   growth  ?     nature  ?    geographical   changes  ?     ❞

          there’s nothing out there that mattered to him   ?   it seemed strange to her,   why would you rather be locked up in a cell   ?   the concept of that,   she detested,   if she had the opportunity she knew that she would leave as fast as she could.   where she didn’t have anywhere to go,   sure,   but the concept of freedom was appealing.   the concept of being able to choose whether you did something;   rather than being forced to do it by silent men.   she had never asked anyone to be made a weapon of war;   but that is the life that had been decidedly laid out for her.   and she couldn’t help but feel something bitter in her veins in the idea that he was quite so detached to the world   -   to the extent that he would help this facility.

before directly answering his question,   she thought for a second.   she didn’t recognize some of those words,   couldn’t even try to grasp the meaning.   and she didn’t know how much to ask for before he might tire of the conversation.   after all,   she didn’t know much about anything outside.   “   i’ve been here since i was five years old...   “   she stated,   her brows creased.   “   as you surely guess i don’t know much about the outside.   they never really told me anything;   it isn’t need to know until i need to know.   i wouldn’t know what questions i want answered first.   “

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CASSIA:

         arms fold around her slim frame as she frowns, brows knitting together a little. there’s no denying that the redhead is still EAGER for a distraction, doesn’t want to risk going to plan b. her last KILL had gone a little wrong & if she was to be honest, it had spooked her. she doesn’t want to spend her life behind bars, so she’s been trying really hard to be good. ( though it’s become increasingly difficult now that she’s living on campus. NO ONE understands the concept of monogamy here. )  ❝ —— ALRIGHT, ❞ she says then, painted lips pulling to another smile, though it still didn’t reach her eyes.  ❝ i’ll give you one chance to teach me. ❞ cassia is just humoring the girl for now, but her need to be perfect at everything really isn’t helping matters.  ❝ i suggest we START with wine first though. it’s been a long day. ❞

           “   only one   ?   easy.   “   lips turned heavenward   (   you craved the validation of friendship,   never having got on easy with people.   )   if you were a psychologist you would know that’d be down to the deprivation of a childhood.   you didn’t know how to attach;   how to maintain friendships of any kind.   &   most,   you didn’t want to put them in danger.   you knew better than most that blackwing must still be active,   &   that there’s no way they would have given up on their storm.   but for now you were safe,   so what was the harm in teaching a fellow classmate how to draw better.   “   wine   ?   “   a beat of a pause.   “   oh   !   yeah sure,   the drink.   if you think that’ll help you.   “   you stated,   a definitive nod.   “   a benefit is that i have a great personality.   “

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MOON:

       ‘   i’m not very often bored.     only as often as i’m alone.   ‘   to be alone was a state that constantly perplexed moon,     and he hadn’t known how it varied until he was met with earth.     the intangible being that hung far above the humans he so adored,    each breathing smile and dragging heart causing fondness to swell within him,    was the loneliest creature of all   -   he could not speak to any other soul,    only listened to the tittering of stars.      the boy on earth,    stranded amongst those who he longed to understand and yet struggled to relate,    was a different strand of lonely.   ‘   what shall we do ?   ‘

           you could tell he didn’t quite understand.   “   have you ever had ice cream   ?   “   you questioned.   lips turned heavenward at the concept,   you knew how many flavours there were,   and you still had yet to try them all.   that was one minor goal of yours,   amongst thousands of other hopes and dreams.   but if the other had not experienced even one yet,   you knew that was something you could help with.   “   i promise it’s not something that you want to miss out on.   “

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RHYSAND:

░░░░░░ ☾ he has learned to live through his immortality in other ways, in other people. if he has forever, then forever is what he will use to protect his people. “and if i tell you flattery will get you nowhere?” rhysand raises a brow, his voice laced with cold amusement. “what then ? will you resort to threats ? violence?”

         a sigh fell from your lips;   disappointed.   “   really,   high lord,   you expect so little from me   ?   i am not a beast like those you locked up in your prison.   that’s why i am still free,   no   ?   welcomed by high lord helion to stay here,   when the weaver’s forest gets too dull.   “   you proceeded to shake your head,   you were of the same breed as the rest of them,   but you didn’t want those to assume you had the same personalities.   “   &   i am not idiot enough to threaten the most powerful high lord,   even if i am stronger than you,   in the end.   “

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❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜

          you understood,   you really did.   that is why you offered hand to him,   allowing him the choice of touch or not.   but your words were still going to come,   whether he happened to want to hear them or not.   “   i know.   i understand   &   it sucks,   “   you commented.   “   but that is what they wanted us to feel like.   because if you think you’re a monster,   you stop fighting.   &   you know what they always wanted us to do   ?   stop fighting.   everyone in there had the abilities to do remarkable things,   &   i worked it out years ago,   they wanted me to change the tide of wars.   a naturally destructive force;   and couldn’t be traced back to them.   but this is why i am telling you,   loss is not your fault.   energy is a circle;   they’re visibly gone,   but energy cannot be destroyed.   &   so you have to trust me when i say let go of your blame.   let their energy be transferred elsewhere.   “

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NESTA:

░░░░░░ ☾ nesta gives her a look that says the storm would be dead before she even tried to lay a finger on nesta’s person. “is this the part where i say ‘home’, and you take the role of the psychoanalyst ? get. me. out.”

          “   i have no idea what that word means.   “   you answered;   brow arched.   she assumed it must be a word that belonged to the humans on the other side of the wall.   “   it’s not like you’re even trapped here,   nesta.   i’m not an enemy.   i don’t know feyre personally but i’m allied with all the courts on the right side of this war.   “   your words purposefully excluded spring from the narrative,   having heard of their high lord’s alliance with hybern.   it was a shame,   you never thought bad of tamlin until now.

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HEATHER:

     “ when you say it like that sounds weird ! we just were talking in between complementing my perfect teeth. god sometimes people are so dull. —- you  think  i’m  the bad guy. i give you guys your place in this lost little world. “ 

          your laugh echoed around you.   “   trust me,   i don’t take my place from anyone but myself.   you don’t have anywhere near as much power as you think you do,   does that upset you   ?   “

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Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

truthfully,   aella is not at all scared of death.   i think she’s thought about it,   and where she doesn’t know much about her ability,   she knows intuitively even if something happens to her physically;   something of her would continue to exist.   through this knowledge,   she is mostly unconcerned with the idea of death.   perhaps the only thing she would miss about having a physical form would be interactions with her friends   (   namely:   dirk   )   i think that she would almost certainly want to be the last person to go.   and as for regrets,   i don’t think she has many.   she lived her life to the best of her ability,   especially considering lack of opportunity until she was almost seventeen.  &   due to lack of education she was severely limited in that respect,   but i think no matter what else she might have wanted to have done,   she was happy with the life she lived.

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NESTA:

░░░░░░ ☾ nesta arches a brow as she struggles to hold back her annoyance. “i’m not going to play games with you. you know exactly where i want to go – out.” home. “just skip the pointless chatter and tell me if you’re going to be any use or not.”

          “   i don’t mean to play games.   “   you answered,   if the made truly thought this to be a game,   then she had a long way to come in the understanding of the fae.   &   you were not entirely sure that she was going to enjoy it.   “   i can be of use,   you want to leave   ?   but leave to where,   nesta   ?   “

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AVICE:

              ❝   for  a  weather  witch   you  sure  don’t  look  all  that  scary   ,      sweetheart .   ❞

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          “   isn’t that the point of looks;   to mislead   ?   “   or at least that’s what they’d taught you.   “   the weather would speak for itself.   “