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umbraevenatores :

“I always have a moment for you, dear Max.” He pointed. “Unless you’re bringing problems in which case…” He rolled his eyes and prompted her into the room. Clients were sleeping, or sleeping with someone by the judge of his ears, too late to even have many of them being active. Yet he was worried anyone would listen. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I unfortunately bring bad news.” Max closed the door behind her, moving further into the room. “The nephilim have increased their force, their patrols more frequent and thorough. It’s as if they are anticipating an attack of some sort.” She said fearing that the Volturi might be on the move and it was the cause of the shadowhunters’ unusual behaviour.

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Max had thought it would be harder to adjust to being a vampire than it had actually been. On some level she finally felt like the person she was supposed to be all along.

After a very long walk one night she returned to the house and knocked on Reginald’s open door, leaning against the doorframe. “Do you have a moment?” The nephilim seemed to be wound up for some reason and Max was fairly sure her maker would be interested in the suddenly extremely high shadowhunter activity.

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foulmouthedprophet :

             Her lunch break had started about five minutes ago, and she was walking down the hall of the hospital talking with Joe, intended for the cafeteria. Here she saw, a familiar face, Maxine De Luca had spend quit a great deal of time with her husband at the hospital, Claire being the sugroen in charge of Romeo’s operation had come to consider the De Luca family her Acquaintances, so rather than sitting down with Joe she had decided to go sit by her side. 

              ❝You don’t need to apologize.❞ Claire said, taking a bite of her half stale sandwich, Doctors were suppose to take care of their patiens’ health, and emotional trauma could have quit the physical effects on the body - that much she knew. 

               ❝It’s good to see you again Mrs De Luca, i’d ask you how you were, but i believe i already know the answer to that…❞ She placed her own cup of tea in front of Maxine. ❝Moving on from the loss of one’s husband, is incredibly difficult.❞

Max kept her hands on her cup of coffee. “Call me Max. I am no longer married.” Even if she wished she was marriage was until death parted them and it had, it had ripped their entire family apart. She was fairly sure Romeo would have hated this.

“It would have been easier if I didn’t have to go through it alone. My children left, they moved to their grandfather. I-I can’t even blame them, they used to always be my first priority, I lost myself, I didn’t know how to take care of them anymore.”

It was hard to take care of anyone when you couldn’t even drag yourself out of bed in the morning. She just couldn’t find the will to get up, Max had left behind the life she had known just to be with Romeo. With him gone she lost herself.

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eoxc :

Here’s a selection of images from the upcoming ‘American Satan’ film 🙊

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umbraevenatores :

“The last name.” He confirmed, stepping next to her and pointing towards the different rooms, the men and women of his service, that would never be picked but picking instead. “I chose Reginald on the lateness of the Empire. It was Reginaldus, but still.” He shrugged. “I’ve lived most of my life in Italy, out of the gaze of my kings.”

“And here I was starting to think I was a magnet for italian men.” She joked, clearly nervous about this whole thing. Maybe it had been a mistake to come here, maybe she should have just gone to a bar like normal people would. “Italy is a beautiful country but it’s been a while since I was there.”

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He offered his hand as he smled deeply. “Let me show you the place, so to leet you know what you’ve paid for.” Reginald smiled, looking at the entrance as a new client entered. Eyes went on to the receptionist that guided the new client to the front desk. His employers were walking around the place, as comfortable as they wanted to be, sitting on couches and chairs, talking to clients, laughing, entertaining.

“Just forgetting my life for a little while is worth a lot of money.” Max admitted. It would have been nice to forget for longer than just an hour or two, but she knew he couldn’t hide forever. However she did appreciate the private tour from the owner himself. “Your name, it’s italian right?”

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umbraevenatores :

He gave her a small smile. “Please to meet you, Max.” Reginald gave her a small vow, dramatical as he was, bound to old habits. Unlike Jesus, who would refuse to be precisely gentlemanly around people, Reginald was noble, even if from a time where men didn’t vow to women, but the other way around. 

“Indeed I am. I have been the one owner of every House of Wonders around the world that I have ever done.” There was no point in hiding what he was. The moment he touched her, she would know. “Are you enjoying the view?”

Even if Max knew he probably acted like this with every woman that walked in, yet she had to smile, it was nice to for once attract someone’s attention, it had been a long time.

“I would question the sight and sanity of those that does not enjoy the view, mr di Venetto.”

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Reginald could feel the intense scent that her blood had even from his position. Then again, he could smell every person in the place f he wanted to but pretended not to. When he walked towards, he knew why. She was a nephilim. Or had been a proper one.

“Hello. Reginald di Venetto, cara. What your name?”

“Maxine, Max-” She stopped at that not sure if she should still use her husband’s name or go back to her maiden name. “Trueblood.” she added eventually figuring she would keep her late husband out of this. It felt wrong to use his name in an establishment like this.

“Are you the owner?”

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@umbraevenatores

Max didn’t really know what had prompted her to go to a brothel of all places. She hadn’t been with anyone since her husband died and she hadn’t planned to change that anytime soon, yet there she was.

It didn’t take long before she was tanding in front of a man, an incredibly attractive one, but one that made her dusty shadowhunter instincts tingle. “ehum, hi.”

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@foulmouthedprophet

Max knew she shouldn’t be there but she didn’t know where else to go. Romeo was gone and all her three children had decided to turn against her, moving out of the house to their grandfather. She couldn’t even blame them, since her husband died she had been a beyond horrible mother.

Sighing she sat waiting for Claire, though she considered running away several times before the doctor showed up. “I’m sorry to show up like this, I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

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motherofheros :

                    She listened to her sister and felt genuinely bad for having brought it up. her hand came to rest on the other’s, stroking the back of it. ❝It wasn’t your fault.❞ She stated, it was impossible for Maryse to imagine her older sister didn’t blame herself. ❝Romeo, or the baby, none of it was your fault.❞ she’d have told Max about Alexander, and how she hoped Robert would be able to handle the toddler on his own, she wanted to talk about her own miscarriage, but right now it wasn’t about her. 

“Logically I know that but it just... It just feels like I brought this on, like I killed my own family. I always felt responsible for what happened to mom even if that was not my fault either.” In a way maybe it was, if she and David had been more careful maybe she would have been alive. “How is David? and dad?” Even if Max wasn’t supposed to know she couldn’t help but to ask. Now that her sister was a mundane as well no one could really stop her from talking.

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motherofheros :

              So her brother in law was dead?, as much as Maryse had disliked the guy for taking her sister from her, but she had never wanted for her sister to go though that kind of emotional trauma ❝I’m sorry Max - i didn’t know. … Are you okay?❞

“It was over a year ago, it was expected. When I started seeing Romeo he told me right away that he ehum... he had heart problems.” Her good mood was officially ruined so she figured she might as well go through the entire story. “He occasionally got really sick due to stress. During one of his bad times I found out I was pregnant, but since I stressing over Romeo’s health I lost the baby. Something that caused him to get worse and it... it killed him.” Max had to swallow back the lump in her throat. Talking about it was harder than he had expected, it had been a long time ago, but losing the love of your life was perhaps not something you got over.

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// Because @motherofheros and I decided we needed faces [and names] for the Trueblood parents, have Gabriella & Christopher Trueblood

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trueblccd :

“They don’t need me for a few hours. Everyone’s got other things on their mind, they won’t notice.” The Institute was always busy and chaotic, people looking out for themselves for the most part.

Slowly, she pulled back. “Let’s just go to a cafe or something. Talk there.”

"How about that place we used to take you when you were a kid? Close enough to the institute if you are needed but far enough to stay away from watchful eyes.” Max suggested as he held out his hand for his daughter.

“If you don’t mind me asking, did you keep your name?”

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motherofheros :

                ❝I know we do.❞ She responded. ❝I just don’t know if i am emotionally stable enough to talk right now.❞ Maryse had dreams, plans and an idea of what the future would be like, most of them had included Valentine ruling the shadow world, and all of them had included Alexander, her beautiful baby, what if Robert turned into his own father? now where she wasn’t around to keep him in place. ❝…Hows your husband?❞

“Maybe not talking would be a great idea, bringing up my dead husband is kind of a mood killer. “ If Maryse only knew the things Max had put herself through by becoming mundane, being deruned had been the least painful thing she’d been through since the last time she saw her sister.

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motherofheros :

            She wasn’t angry at Max for bringing it up, she had no way of knowing. she moved to sit besides her sister, and snuggled against the elder, being near her made everything feel better, easier to deal with. ❝You can tell me if you want to or -❞ She looked up at the elder. ❝you could kiss me.❞

Max couldn’t help but to smile at that. “There’s the Maryse I knew. We’re going to have to talk sometime.” If Romeo had been alive she wouldn’t even have considered going back to her old ways, now she wasn’t sure anymore. It couldn’t exactly hurt anyone anymore. Not her dead husband, not their dead father, not the clave, it was just the two of them.

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STOP THE FUCKING CONFETTI BEFORE I SHOOT SOMEONE!