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                                               I    am    not    a    girl .            I    am

                                   A   STORM   WITH   SKIN .

                                                 ind .    canon   &   oc   multimuse .    penned  by  bee .

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hunter.

          “i don’t know what you mean by this hunter business. i’ve never seen one of those things before. or anythin’ like it.” deny, deny, deny. all a part of her life now. though she supposed it wouldn’t be too bad if he knew the truth. he seemed like a hunter as well. but again, she wasn’t built to trust people so openly. “you’re just goin’ to leave me here?” she didn’t have much practice playing damsel but if it meant keeping her lifestyle a secret then it was something she had to do. 

the grip on the handle of her sword tightened as soon as he brought his own out. the sight of it made her nervous and she tried her best not to show it. “this can’t be real. all of this, demons and warlocks?” she sat down, shaking her head. there had to be some way out of all of this but she wasn’t seeing an immediate answer. maybe it wouldn’t be too much to find out more about what was really happening. 

as she spoke, grayson worked to gather weapons, brows creasing. head of dark locks rose from behind the altar before he rose to stare at her from where he stood. she had moved to sit and grayson eyed her a moment before he shook his head. he was good with people and while he wasn't some sort of lie detector, he knew that she was bluffing. maybe not entirely, but she was definitely bluffing about not knowing anything about warlocks or demons.

         "you're too young to be in the military for you to have the familiarity you did with that gun back there. you held your composure really well, too. . . so unless you preform really well under pressure, you're lying. which is okay, i wouldn't trust me either. but if you know anything about whatever is out there, i need you to be upfront with me." grayson paused, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "keeping you in here really is the best thing for you, for your safety. but if you want to come with me, i can explain what's going on. to an extent." 

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         "well, it looks like it's just us tonight. you know what that means?" brows rose as he grinned over at her. he pulled a pack of oreos from behind his back and waved them lightly through the air. 

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If he has fallen, he fights on his knees

Seneca (via

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hunter.

the implication that he knew what she was caught her off guard. maybe it was the fact that she’d shot at it but other than that, there was no indication that she was a hunter. “there’s a church a couple of streets over. look, i don’t know who or what you think i am but i’m not used to any type of whatever that was.” but she started leading him towards the church anyway. claire had way too many questions and couldn’t leave his side now. not until she got answers.

         “whatever that was, what makes you think a church will keep it away?” she had no idea what they were dealing with but he clearly did. “and how did you stop the—” she motioned to her head to ask about the cut on his forehead. so many thoughts were running through her head but she didn’t voice them right away. 

once they made it to the church, she stepped inside and waited for him to follow her. the only light came from the candles at the altar. it somehow made the church seem more ominous than it had felt outside in the dark. tucking her hand in her jacket, she gripped her angel blade in case she was going to need it. it wasn’t as if she could trust someone that she’d just met, even if he had saved her. 

         "it's a lot to take in, i know." he gave her a sympathetic smile, pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket to wipe blood from his face. he had gotten most of it off, but what he hadn't been able to get was already drying up. as he started after her, he stuffed the cloth back into his pocket and his gaze flickered around. that could have been the only demon around but one could never be too careful. he raised his hand, gripping the hilt of the sword sitting against his back and he pulled it free of its sheath. grayson didn't want to waste any time if they were attacked.

         "as long as the church hasn't been defiled, we'll be safe. it's hollow ground and demons can't step over it. we--- you can wait there until morning. demons hate the sunlight and don't really move around in it. i'll run a quick perimeter check and head back to the church." bringing her along with him would only slow him down and put her in more danger. if the demons were looking for her, then taking her out of the church would be the worst idea. as they entered the church, he continued down the center, past the pews until he reached the altar.  "why don't you take a seat? there should be food in the back if you're hungry. i'm going to grab some gear and then head out for that perimeter check," he said as he moved the table at the altar back a bit. he knelt down, pulling back the rug and pulling open a secret compartment in the floor. "aside from being, y'know, a hunter--- is there any reason a demon would be after you? did you maybe piss off a warlock or something like that?"

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Can’t wait to be home  instagram: richhomiehua  + misspelledmineral Gear: Leica M240 90mm Settings: ƒ2 1/180 500 ISO

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Garden State (2004) dir. Zach Braff

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You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

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my seduction style is genuinely caring about your life & wanting you to improve & be happy 

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Shadowhunter gear set (Sets #1-11) (#12)

Set #13: “Now we can blend in without glamours!” said the Shadowhunter designer who came up with this gear while failing to understand it was still kind of weird. Nevertheless, at least it’s faster to put on than the other styles.

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Take it Away.

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emma?

she’s alone, not something that’s common these days. julian shadows her every move, as he’s supposed to but with the constant edge of fear that’s been surrounding them of late ~fear of having one or the other taken away, separated, harmed~ it’s exhausting when mark and christina start hovering too. she loves all of them like they’re her own family, she really does because they sort of are, but she’s suffocating. the silence of adrenaline is the only place she has left to gain peace of mind and so she finds herself in the training room, working out her frustrations.

it’s the interruption of someone else, a masculine voice that halts her in the middle of a spectacularly frontward flip off one of the taller beams, cortana poised to strike imaginary foe - and she stumbles at the last minute, caught off guard both by his words and the realization that she hadn’t heard him enter. she recovers within the bat of an eyelash, from almost rolling her ankle to spine straightened as fingers tighten around the hilt of her trusted blade.

“if you think that was extra, then you clearly haven’t been training in the right institute.” it’s very clear that he’s a shadowhunter and light smirk doesn’t quite touch her eyes. trust is not a natural instinct of their kind and with the climate of things now, trust is nearly nonexistent. but she doesn’t recognize the name. “i don’t know you. how did you get in here?”

         "perhaps not," he agreed after a moment of eyeing her, hoping she hadn't injured herself for his careless entrance and introduction. he had heard about the los angeles institute inhabitants ( there were always words to be said about other shadowhunters, it seemed ; apparently they were just as awful with gossip as mundanes were ) and wondered if this was the emma carstairs he had heard so much about. once he was sure hadn't injured herself, his shoulders relaxed and his smile eased some.

         "not many people do." he gave a light shrug, seemingly used to not being very well known. the stromwright's had been thought to have died out with grayson's father, but here he was, the only stormwright left to possibly continue the name. while grayson understood the politics of shadowhunters and what power names could hold, he didn't think a name could define someone---- not really. even so, it didn't mean he wasn't proud to hold the name. he raised a hand, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point behind him.

         "the institute door opened for me. i was hoping for. . ." a place to crash? well, yes. he had come here hoping for a place to stay while he looked for any clues about his father but wondered if it were right. wouldn't staying somewhere in the city be better, away from prying eyes? grayson wasn't the distrustful type, but this was important and he didn't want anything to get in the way of finding the truth. of course, if he were allowed to stay, he would help were he could, guest or not. ". . . a room," he finished, canting his head slightly to the side. "i have some---- business i need to take care of and all i would need the room for would be to sleep. most of my time will be spent out of the institute."