#lucie x cordelia

[laylax13s]

Precious

chapter 2 : I Gotta Get Out Of Here

TW/CW: child @bus3, @lc0h0l @bus3, t0x!c relationship, emotional @buse

“Your hair is growin out again-” Elias said with floppy words, already slipping away mid-sentence, passing out. Alastair quickly grabbed his shirt and reached under his arm to stop him from falling to the ground.

They were behind a bar in Kensington, not so far from Cornwall Gardens. It was around midnight, taking Alastair two hours to find his father. A man passed by them, not even stopping for a minute to ask if everything is okay, Alastair glared at him. Not like he would let the stranger help though, since they had to hide it, keep it a secret from the world. It was not fair, he thought, but it was what it was.

He let go of Elias for a second to get a bucket of cold water from the bar. He then poured the water on the man, gathering all his self-control not to throw the bucket on him as well. He woke up all of a sudden, glaring at his son. They just glared at each other like that for a few seconds before Alastair said, “Stand up.”. Elias held his chin up high, still laying on the ground, unable to put his pride away even for a second. Alastair sighed and held his hand out for his father. The man seemed to be thinking about it for a second, but eventually let the boy help him up. The latter practically dragged him over the hidden alleys of Kensington so that no one would see them.

Once they arrived home, he helped Elias on to a couch, and left to the kitchen. There were some wine bottles there left, he didn’t know how Cordelia didn’t notice it.

When he finished, he checked once more if his father was sleeping, then went to his room. He didn’t rest though, he changed clothes and walked out into the cold night again.

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Once he was at the Fairchild manor, he checked his pocket watch, it was 01:23. Charles should be here in any minute now. Just with that thought, the red-haired man appeared at the door, looking around, then settling his eyes on Alastair. The latter’s heart skipped a beat at that, but then he reminded himself he is not here to stand and stare so he gave a huge jump over the fence and landed stably on the other side. He straightened up and walked over to the entrance. Charles opened the door for him, quickly closing it after them. The silence surrounding them was uncomfortable, simply being here was uncomfortable for Alastair, he hated it when he came over to Charles and not the other way around.

The mentioned led him into the drawing room, as always. As soon as they were inside and Alastair took his coat off, Charles grabbed his collar to drag him closer and kissed him. Alastair opened his mouth and brought his hands up to pull Charles even closer, deepening the kiss. The latter started towards the couch, dragging the other along. Alastair laid down on it, pulling Charles on top of him and starting to unbutton his waistcoat, still not breaking the kiss.

When they finally broke away, neither of them had any clothing on.

“I love you,” Alastair murmured. Charles did not reply, instead kissed him again.

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After a few hours (Charles didn’t even have to say it anymore), Alastair dressed up and left. It was still only 4 am, everyone still asleep, the moon high on the sky. After taking a deep breath, he was already on his way back to Cornwall Gardens.

When in his room, he finally could flop down on his bed and take a small rest. But even after about half an hour, sleep wouldn’t come to him. He groaned in frustration, and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He decided it was best to change clothes and get ready for the new day.

He chose to wear black trousers with a white shirt and wine-red waistcoat, it will match perfectly with his mahogany-red coat. That was when he heard a knock on his door, again. Who might be awake in these hours?

He walked to the door to open it, with a frown. To his not such big surprise, Risa stood in front of it.

“Did you get home safely?” the woman asked in Farsi. He nodded,

“Yes, thank you for asking.” he answered in the same language. Risa nodded too,

“Good; I made you Adasi. It’s waiting for you downstairs.” she said and turned around to leave. Risa woke up every morning to check if Alastair was alright, she knew about his nightly “adventures”.

After having breakfast, it was time for daily patrol. He got assigned to Anna Lightwood, great, he thought and rolled his eyes.

Anna was twenty minutes late, not even apologizing. Typical conceited rich white child, he thought, just like Matthew Fairchild. They started walking, though when he confronted her, “You are twenty minutes late.” the only thing she said was,

“Only fashionable, of course.” Annoying little twit-

“So how are you and Fairchild, the elder one?” she said, completely out of the blue. Alastair was startled, and immediately stopped walking.

“Pardon?” he asked, acting as if nothing happened. Anna gave him a smile of success (in what though?),

“Do you mean “Pardon” as if you want me to repeat my question, or “Pardon” as if you are too startled that I confronted you that you don’t know what else to say?” asked, even though they both knew the answer to that question. Alastair glared at her,

“I mean it as if you wouldn’t know the meaning of privacy.” he hissed sharply. Anna hummed, shrugging, and continuing the walk. Alastair sucked in a breath and followed her.

“Reasonable,” she said, “Then again, I do have something to do with it since the younger Fairchild brother, is my best friend, of course.” Enough was enough. He stopped again, this time talking in a way harder and stronger voice.

“You and your little “circus” have nothing to do with me and my life, so stay out of it!” he ordered. Now Anna realized it was best if she didn’t try to get gossip out of him, or even try with small talk.

The day went away slowly, and boringly (as most times), but it did go away. Once the sun wasn’t visible anymore, he nodded to Anna as a farewell, and started his way home. No demons today, either. London was a boring city, with boring people, who had either scandalous lives or no life at all. There were two categories: The first one being the one full of idiotic children who thought they knew everything about life and thought everything was so easy and that they were the main characters in a book, the other category were the more mature ones who decided to sell their soles to politics and live in secret. For example, Charles. He was a promising man, with a seemingly perfect life, the only problem was he had a fake bride and he was secretly gay and had a secret lover who was also a man. For another example, Matthew. He was a little brainless inept child, who thought he can solve all the problem in the world by drinking away his money and wasting his life for love and other drugs while giving away all the opportunity of becoming something by being open about his sexuality. And these were brothers, ironic, isn’t it?

He didn’t even realize but he got home somehow. When walking inside, the first thing to do was check on his sister. That was when he realized, Layla wasn’t home.

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[the-best-of-the-myrmidona]

hear me out

Anna and Izzy would get along so well.

Gabriel and Alex would absolutely adore each other

Gideon and Robert might hit it off.

Cecily would box Stephen around the ears

So would James and Cordelia

Will would teach Jace the Demon Pox Song

They would feed the ducks in Central Park poultry pies too

Kit would also be there

Jesse would be surprised that ty is the only one with blackthorn hair while everyone else looks like Lucie.

Gabriel would be deathly afraid of Max

And Rafael

Any more?

[witchlingcirce]

If there’s one change I would add to the the last hours series, it’s that I would not make the love triangle between James, Cordelia and Matthew - but rather Matthew, Lucie and Jesse.

To me, it just almost felt crowded. You have James, Grace, Cordelia and Matthew… he did NOT need to be there. I think a more prominent love triangle between Grace, James and Cordelia could have been more interesting. Especially since James is getting forced into that position, I feel like that also could have let Cassie focus more on Graces character earlier on.

Also, I actually think people WOULD ship Lucie and Matthew together, which would have made it an actual interesting love triangle. Cordelia and Matthew never really had that kind of chemistry to me personally, they just felt like really cool friends.

Idk like, I really like the idea between Lucie and Matthew dynamic! Had they been set up as a love triangle I think I would actually enjoyed it, and I probably would have enjoyed shipping them.

It was also stated that Matthew had a crush on Lucie at some point… so… 🙂‍↕️

[laylalucie]

Chot photos colered.

ART: @/charliebowater

[christinashq]

Lucie: Hey Cordelia, are you free today at 7?

Cordelia: Yeah.

Lucie: And you, James?

James: Uhm...I think so?

Lucie: Great! Because I'm not. Enjoy your date!

James:

James: Did she just-

[wikitpowers]

okay but if we do get the previous tsc generations coming back to life for the final battle i want lucie and cordelia fighting back to back i can't explain it

[daydreamxr17]

Kinda late with this but I'm rereading CoT and what if the Grace and Christopher thing in family tree would be expained in Titanic way like when someone asked Rose her name and she answered "Rose Dawson", so what if Grace didn't want to be Cartwright or Blackthorn for bad memories so she chose Lightwood?

Would be cute and heartbreaking

[i-dont-know-my-name--anymore]

I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind

I'm already cursed

ALASTAIR COMPERING THOMAS TO KNIGHT AND THOMAS COMPERING ALASTAIR TO PERSIAN PRINCE IS MY EVERYTHING

[the-dark-artifices-trees]

CASSANDRA HERSELF SAID SHE WANTS TO MAKE A SHORT STORY COLLECTION OF 1 CHARACTER FROM THE LAST HOURS. I AM OFFICIALLY DYING RIGHT NOW

[tys-kitty]

“You will make yourself unworthy by considering yourself unworthy. We become what we are afraid we will be.”

I may present to you Alastair Esfandiyār Carstairs

[margareturtle]

I want THULE Au but for the TLH Era

Lucie and Grace are lesbian witches who fall in love raising Jesse and instead of going back to the Shadowhunters Lucie embraces her Warlock side and becomes a powerful Necromancy witch (with a ghost cult)

Grace has a lab where she studies magic in combination with science and she becomes a powerful potioneer.

Lucie isn’t immortal but she does have an extended lifespan from her Warlock blood (like 300 yrs and she is able to use her power to extend Grace’s lifespan too) and so she’s still alive during the modern Blackthorns era and they carry on Lucie and Grace’s legacy of magic, necromancy, + dark magic research.

James also embraces his shadow warlock side to. He learns how he can travel through demon dimensions and Belials realm returns and he has power over it.

Cordelia gets rid of Belial while being Lilith’ Palladin, and James is able to use the gun and his powers to banish Lilith to Pandemonium so theb James and Cordelia have control over Edom and Belial’s Realm.

Matthew is with them and Heronfairstairs is real. So James and Matthew are also in love and they have the power of true nephilim on their sides as well. They anchor each other and they have James’ magic on their sides that prevents them from burning up.

Anna and Ari become vampires. Why? Just bc. They become leaders in downworld. Anna becomes the new Camille but better. She and Ari go to New York in the twenties.

Thomas and Alastair support Cordelia and James and become leaders of the London Institute.

[laylax13s]

Bulletproof Love

For @thrombysbooks 

request : “I want to be more than friends”

Lucelia fluff

Enjoy

<3

Okay Lucie, take a deep breath, you’re great!, she told herself. It’s going to be okay.

   She stood up from her chair and walked out the door, into the streets of London. It was cold, the sun was setting. The trees stretched over her, creating a tunnel as she walked steadily.

   It could be already 6 o’clock, she thought, quickening her steps, and grabbing her pastel blue coat to cover her chest. She was getting closer to the Carstairs’ house, only a few minutes away by now.

   But what will she say?, Lucie questioned herself. Maybe this will ruin our friendship? That would be terrible, a very very unpleasant thought to be said. Should I write it down for her, perhaps as a novel-

   She stopped herself. Lucie looked up, to see the Carstairs’ house towering in front of her. Only a few steps away was the doorstep.

   Everything became so real all of a sudden, giving her a twisted feeling in her stomach. Was she actually going to go in there? What if Alastair will be the one to open the door? He really hated her; he probably won’t even let her inside.

   Nevertheless, she brought her hand up to knock on the door when someone opened it. Cordelia Carstairs was standing there with a warm smile on her face. Lucie just stood there, completely frozen down. Cordelia tilted her head to the side,

   “Hello?” she greeted. Lucie swallowed before speaking,

   “Uh, hello!” she said, trying to sound confident. “How- How did you know I was coming?” she asked. Cordelia chuckled,

   “You were standing in the door for about five minutes now, did you expect for no one to notice?” she said, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she giggled. Lucie blushed and looked down,

   “…Am I really that embarrassing?” She questioned. Cordelia hugged her,

   “No, it was adorable.” she whispered. Lucie smiled sheepishly before pulling away. “Come inside!” Cordelia offered, already heading in the house. Lucie ran upstairs, pulling the other girls with her, both giggling all the way.

   Once they were in Cordelia’s room, the mentioned settled on her bed, looking at Lucie with an expectant expression.

   “So?” she started, “Why did you come here so late? If Maman catches you here at night, she will murder me!” Cordelia said, though still cheerful and seemingly happy to see her best friend.

   Lucie bit in her lip, trying to think of how to say what she wanted to.

   “Uhm, so- Uh- It was just so urgent- It- It could not wait-” Lucie cut her stuttering off. God, she was making a fool out of herself.

   “Lucie?” Cordelia stopped her thoughts. “It is alright. Don’t worry, you can tell me. I will not tell a soul.” she assured her. Lucie took a deep breath and nodded.

   “We have been friends for so long… I always loved you, you know that. I even wrote a book about you because you are just so amazing! But I think- I think I always loved you as…More.” Lucie explained. Cordelia listened to her with wide eyes. Lucie continued her speech before she could back down, “Daisy I- I think I am in love with you.” she got out. Cordelia looked absolutely shocked, staring at her without a word. “Can- Can you say something please?” Lucie whispered, looking down.

   “What are you saying?” Cordelia asked. Lucie looked up finally, finding the girl standing in front of her.

   “I want to be more than friends.” Lucie said. Did she actually just suggest that? Oh God oh God oh God-

   “I want to be too.” Cordelia answered. Lucie’s eyes widened, frozen in place.

   “Can I kiss you?” Lucie asked in a complete haze. Cordelia smiled and nodded. The next thing she knew was Daisy and her lips, sealed on hers tightly. She brought her hand up into Cordelia’s soft red hair. The latter hugged her waist and pulled away a few inches for air.

[reality-exodus]

The Last Hours of a Herondale

Ch.1 Better Angels

Pair: Matthew Fairchild x reader

Words: 2k

Summary: James' twin sister, just like him and Lucie has an unexplained ability, she sees visions of the past and the future occasionally when she touches an object or a person. What happens though, when she sees herself dying?

Warning: maybe blood?

I was surveying the demon battle; I didn’t ponder much as my twin brother and his Parabatai danced with the demon. I was sitting ready to intervene in case it was necessary, I had a bad feelings and unfortunately my gut was usually not mistaken.

James disappeared once again, it used to happen a lot more than that, and it would keep happening to him. The moment he was out of sight I jumped down from the rooftop I was observing. Before I landed I heard Matt’s scream, I immediately took out my whip slapping it in the air as the electricity. I didn’t know if my brother was back and I couldn’t care less about the usual catchphrase Matt would mock me with before running into a battle “Sit back and watch how it’s done”. He is my brother’s Parabatai, namely, the same as James. I was holding Matthew’s stele at the ceremony.

“Dodge” I exclaimed as I had the demon still for some moments, I took out a dagger and threw it at the demon. Matt followed my instruction without further notice.

My plan though didn’t work out for long as the demon escaped the tie of my whip letting me fall backwards.

“Y/N/N!” Matt exclaimed and turned at me, he was actually worried.

“I won’t break Matt, where did the demon go?” I asked and stood up and stepped forward as I activated the voyance rune upon my wrist.

“Lurked back into the shadows” he spoke up confidently. Matt paced further in the dark alley and the demon hissed loudly and gripped his shoulders tightly. He screamed as the demon managed to dug its nails to his shoulders, its mouth opened up in four and he hissed to his face as I leaped on its back and stabbed it with a seraph blade but before its blade could dug through its skull its head turned 180 degrees, its stinky breath straight to my face.

Moments flashed and I saw my brother be back. Deumas roared again and pressured the blade to its chest yelling the angels name, but once he threw Matt off of him and then its attention turned to me, James was already there, he swung his arm back pulling my seraph sword out as I fell on my back in the shadows.  James looked like he was losing it.

“James!” I yelled, unaware if he heard me, the demon slapped him as he seemed to disorientate. I groaned in pressure as I prevented another hit to my brother with my daggers. Suddenly the demon was swept off his feet, three chords wrapped around its legs pulling it backwards. It was Thomas standing behind us with his bolas. Thomas was tall and had a massive physique.

“I am alright” my brother assured me and I dodged to the side retrieving my weapon and returning it on my belt. I let my whip loose again and trapped its upper body as Thomas was still holding it in place. With the corner of my eye I noticed Christopher helping Matt, before I returned to the demon that soon burst out in an explosion of ichor and demon blood that showered me and everyone else but my brother.

“Matthew, Y/N-.” My brother begun and as I was wiping the slime from my cloths.

“How- Wha-?” Christopher shuttered and I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you mean how we tracked down the last demon in London?” James asked as he carefully offered me a napkin. “Or that it is also the most disgusting thing?” I was surprised on how calm and normal his voice sounded. I knew he was innerly shaking.

“Or that James managed to make us a mess and yet stay out of it.” I commented to lighten the atmosphere as I wiped the last bit of ichor from under my chin there was a small burn mark from it there. He was the only one untouched.

I saw Thomas roll his eyes in annoyance as he was covered in ichor as Matthew sputtered the seraph blade that defused. “This is an outrage” he commented tossing the weapon aside. “Do you know how much I spent on this waistcoat?” he asked with annoyance and complaint.

“Plus no one told you to go demon hunting dressed like an extra from the Importance of being Earnest” James pointed out, he handed another napkin to his parabatai as well. He was standing between us.

Thomas spoke commenting on Matt as well. Therefore I didn’t hear him. “James, your hand…” I noticed a gash across his palm, I took out my stele and touched his at hand. He removed himself from his grip looking at me for any sign of seizure but I pointed at my gloves and smiled as I drew an iratze. It was usually Matt’s work, but it was only a gash.

Us twins had our very own gift as our parents call it trying to convince us it is not a curse,  though nor me neither my brother feel it like a gift, it is an uncontrolled ability we have, that activates randomly. James changes dimensions, he comes back though, his episodes do not last this long and there is nothing we can usually do as he physically disappears. I on the other hand, see visions, usually unclear and enigmatic concerning the object or the person I came in contact with. While I see those dreams, I am falling into a sort of seizure. This happens since I am ten, my uncle Jem though, gifted me a pair of enchanted gloves to wear and I have to admit that it has been helpful.

“Thomas! Stop scrubbing at me” Christopher said, windmilling his arms. “We should go back to the Devil and get cleaned there.”

“I agree, its starting to get chilly.” I spoke and secured my stele inside my pocket. Matt looked at me and removed his fancy waist coat and placed it around my shoulders gently.

“Care to tell me how much you spent on it?” I asked in a mocking way as everyone started walking to the Devil’s Tavern.

“Its useless now either way” Matt replied as I wrapped it better around me while we were walking there. I rarely went to the Devil, it was a hide out, a safe spot for my brother and his friends. I knew it wasn’t true but I felt as I intruded… Maybe because this is how I felt when someone invaded my atelier or music room.

“I almost didn’t recognize the lot of you when you tramped in here covered in whatever you call it…” The waitress commented and I looked at her, Polly I think it was her name. There were welcome exclamations galore, the boys were really loved around here, fairly though.

“Its been ages since we have seen a demon in London” said James

“I reckon they are all too scared to show their faces…” Polly spoke.

“Scared?” James asked confused. The rest of the boys were spread across the Tavern, Christopher and Thomas went to eat and drink some water, while I saw Matt bottoming up a whole glass of a brownish liquid which was one hundred per cent alcohol. 

“Scared of what?” I wondered and her gaze fell upon me. She wrinkled her nose, a werewolf she is, she probably smelled ichor, blood and sandalwood upon me.

“And what a beauty like you is doing in such dirty shit hole.” She spoke, obviously avoiding my question.

“You have seen me before…” I commented puzzled at the reaction of the wolf. She extended her hand and gripped my chin lightly and turned my head to the side. I felt my breath be caught upon my chest, intention was good as she dragged her finger behind my ear taking a drop of ichor.

Within seconds James gripped Polly’s wrist and threw it away from me. I turned to my twin, I knew he was there but I was not there, I could see a girl, Polly, go down an alley, she was so carefree and happy until the person next to her suddenly started to change. She would scream and shout for help but the eldest werewolf didn’t seem to be phased, he simply bit her. I squeezed my eyes, I couldn’t watch and therefore there she was, young Polly, her expression twisted in pain and agony from the lycanthropy infection. I opened my eyes again and I could see, or more like sense my brother, he was calm, it was a usual thing for me. I would be alright in about five minutes. I let out a soft cry I was surveying Polly turn into a werewolf for the first time. It felt like forever until I shot up.

I looked around, I found myself into the attic of the Merry Thieves, it was a small space with one bedroom. I was laying on the bed while I still had Matthew’s coat as a blanket over me. I took my time to make myself obvious and I caught an interesting conversation about ‘Grace’

“Her name is Grace” said James, a hint of annoyance upon his voice. I could smell the gin on him as he was sitting on the bed next to me.

“Exactly, Grace” Agreed Thomas “Aunt Tatiana’s always kept them both in splendid isolation in Idris- no visitors at all- but apparently she’s decided to move back to London, so my parents are all in a dither about it” he explained and this unlocked so many memories of our childhood times in Idris where James would secretly go to meet Grace. I did not like her that much as I got along better with Barbara Lightwood, Thomas’ eldest sister.

“Grace? To London?” James asked in complete disorientation.

“Seems Tatiana wants to bring her out in society” Thomas looked puzzled at my brother’s reaction. “I suppose you’ve met her in Idris? Your house is next to the Blackthorn manor, isn’t it?” It was true, We used to meet her every Summer.

There were moments of silence as there was no one responding so it was the time to make the fact that I returned to reality known. “And where will she stay?” I asked the thing my twin wouldn’t dare and I felt his relief wash over his figure as he turned at me.

“Hello there” James smiled at me and patted my knee as I was curled in a ball under Matt’s coat.

“Are you feeling alright? You seemed to doze off at Polly’s charms” Math’s voice sounded smooth and sweet as he joked with me.

“I will live, apparently” I smiled lightly as I felt uncomfortable to speak about Polly. “Too bad for your coat, you won’t have it back today.” I added and curled in a ball under it. It had his smell.

“No worries, it was disposable after James’ smart move” Matthew replied with a charming smile and he patted my head gently.

“Awee how sweet of you” spoke up with a sigh. I felt lightheaded as I sat up, making an effort to balance my head. James held my shoulders not attempting to touch me again, afraid that there would be another episode.

“Your hand…” I noticed as it seemed that my iratze didn’t work as needed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Matthew asked and his slim but muscular hand slipped out his stele. I could see his veins as he was preparing his stele.

Thomas approached me with a toast and I chuckled lightly as he offered it to me. “You something bad for Polly, didn’t you?” he asked me. Math and Jame were further but I could notice that they were listening to me.

“I did, but I am actually used to seeing bad things” I explained and certainly did not deny the fact that I was hungry too much. “This is pretty good” I smiled at my cousin as he poured some water in a glass.

“I don’t mean to be the first one to leave a party” announced I, so as to get their attention “however I shall be making my way to the institute.” I spoke up and James seemed to dislike the idea.

“Perhaps you should stay for a bit and then we can return together.” My brother remarked and looked at me. I was trying to understand was it he was fearing fathers wrath or he was extremely worried about me.

“No, I’d rather not” I smiled at him “Do not concern yourself James. I will be completely fine. I promise.” I sat up taking my time to stand up from the old wooden bed of the attic. Thomas was right next to me, I am certain he was pondering where to support me if needed without jeopardizing to have another episode.

“How exactly do you expect me to do that, when you just had an episode” he remarked as he approached me once Math was done drawing an iratze rune upon his skin

“And you had an episode of your own as well and with us not knowing what was the cause of it. At least with me you saw it coming.” I spoke with my voice raising by the note. I was so disturbed by the fact that he considered the incident with me so much more important  than his even though it was considered during battle.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed.

“James!” I yelled back almost immediately, it was a reflect that took over and I could not control. I knew that I was supposed to be the delicate girl amongst the boys that were mostly friends of my brother. Nevertheless I could not stand the unfairness of the matter. I was the girl he was the boy we were in the same danger and our troubled moments were just as random and I could not fathom the fact he was being the same phallocratic male like the ones were asking for my hand were.

I started walking to the exit of the attic and Matthew got my elbow. I tried to conserve my gaze therefore I just couldn’t help and stare at him, deadly. “I am going home on my own! I am pretty capable of doing so and I do not need anyone to protect me or my honor. In case it wasn’t noticed I saved Math twice just some hours earlier when you had one hell of a random disappearance to God knows where. Perhaps papa would be interested in a more detailed version of tonight’s success.” I stated, my angry gaze met James’ who’s blood I could feel boiling.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He growled, his teeth greeted and his jaw clenched, his outfit was still well-stood unlike mine. I looked like I was in a battle indeed, my hair tucked in a messy bun with all the braids rogue and my clothes filled with stains and scratches.

“Well, I thought you wouldn’t dare to imply that I wouldn’t make it home alone… And yet here we stand.” I spoke up and threw the coat at Matthew who caught it.

“No keep it, I will come until some point, I need some quality bourbon not this, whatever it is.” Matthew spoke and walked out.

“Whatever” I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the attic. I knew this would calm down James, just as I knew Matthew would trust me, even though he looks like he doesn’t care at all about me or anyone for that matter…

[artist-in-soul]

If anyone here was able to get the epub could you please send it to me ? Please please I’m desperate I haven’t slept since 2 AM and it’s 6 AM already and I have to start getting ready for work 😭

[florencesmachine]

taking stock of my old tsc memes and found this gem

[aleswiftgron]

Like i said in a post in summer, i absolutely hate the whole princes of hell plot, and i'd really hate if cc gave us that in TWP instead of an actual "human" villain (ex: Janus, the Seelie Queen),

I have really high expectations, and i know i shouldn't, like with Chain of Thorns, i ended up being kinda dissapointed

But i swear if cc ends up making some characters more main than others and their plot is supposed to be the most important but the most boring (James, Cordelia, Lucie and Matthew going to hell in ChoT was SO boriiiinnngg for me tbh, i was more invested in Alastair, Thomas, Anna, Ari, Grace, Jesse and Christopher) i'm gonna lose it