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Laurence doesn’t react as apprehensive as the figure takes a seat,besides a shuffle backwards. Regretfully so, as he chokes out pained groan. Clenching his mouth shut, he subtly moved his hand to press against the sudden, sharp sting of pain on his leg - as though his muscles were grinding against sandpaper - numbing and aching them simultaneously. Alas, it was not a pain as heavy as he had already endured. The Ex-Vicar attempts to make away with the thought, concentrating her explanation. To a mundane mind, it might had all sounded ludicrous, and it did. But, it was the only line of reason he could get with his mind so clouded in confusion. He focuses on he woman - Tessa, his attention split into two; to listen, and to understand it. A cloud of confusion comes over him, and he tries to speak. Nothing comes out for a second, but he tries again,

❝ .. A.. Tremendous amount of time had passed since my last slumber, .. Not only that, but also a length’s away from home… 1862, – we both descend from the same era, yes? have you heard tale of Yharnam? Of it’s Church? If we’re so distant into the future as you say, surely they must had survived and thrived as well. Whether in text or in person or anything at all - it can’t just be wiped out.  ❞ He sustains enough control over himself to keep himself from flying into hysteria. But regardless, reality sets in. A hand lifts to his features, pulling away strands of hair from his forehead before simply letting his bridge meet him palm.  Afterwards, it’s yet again that his lips close, letting a second pass before he makes up his mind - is it worth it to mention his title? Without his followers, it’s little more than a pretty add-on. ❝ My name is … Laurence.  ❞ After that, he cuts himself off once more. ❝ .. I don’t believe we have he same dreams, Tessa. But, I’d.. Like some place to sleep, at least. Do you know of a tavern of sorts..? ❞

Tessa was a patient woman, time had taught her as such, and she could see she was confusing him.  The warlock wished she could just use her magic to help him, but doubted that he would welcome that sort of assistance.  “Yes, we do!  It’s been many years since I encountered someone born then.  But no, I haven’t.  We may be from different worlds of a sort too....do you have warlocks and vampires and shadowhunters in your world?”  She cocked her head, curious about his answer before smiling at his name.  “Laurence, it’s a pleasure to meet you.  And no, I doubt we have the same dreams, but I’d love to help you get warm.  My apartment isn’t far?  Or if you’d rather a hotel I’d be happy to pay for a room.  We really need to get you out of the cold and patched up.”

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Paris. That’s not too far from Yharnam during it’s more mundane periods - a mere three-week trip. From what he could remember, the Vicar lacked any substantial presence nor connection to France - besides some visits and other doctoral appointments made in the past. But this was a Paris that he’d never seen before, with mechanical lights illuminating the streets and buildings, in contrast to the dank streets he’d been adjusted to. But, at least the news did seem to stick; as could be seen by his shifting eyes, tracing along the cracks of the ground below him, to the side of a building wall. With delayed reaction, he offered a notably vacillate nod. His mind, fuzzy and wracked, could still hold some form of reason. 

Despite that. there was one last word he was hanging onto, ‘ he was here in a time not his own. ‘ not to say that he didn’t expected time to pass for years and years since his downfall, but he couldn’t help but feel incredulous about that time-frame. His brow creased, ever so out of breath and exhausted, Laurence gave an uncomfortable grin - the type that comes from a joke so bad - so ridiculous, that it’s become comedic. ❝ .. Hah. Haha–, Surely, you jest. There’s.. I shouldn’t be here, no, no.. This’s.. This is another dream, isn’t it? Another horrid dream, less fire, yes, an agreeable change, ❞  he sputters midway, a cough interjects - some freshwater from his mouth,❝– I’d like to stay in the cold, just for a longer while. If you would explain to me on how this had happened, I’d be somewhat relieved. ❞

Tessa settled to sit on the ground there with him, the warlock not intending to move unless asked.  He was certainly an odd man, and she was curious about him.  Not often she had odd encounters, much less with people from her original time.  “I unfortunately am not kidding.  I was born in 1862, and when I was pulled to..Paris here, It was 1956. And I’ve been here a few months now, and here it is 2018.  We’re rather displaced in time, but no, this is no dream.”  She smiled a bit sadly, wishing it was in fact a dream.  Perhaps her Will could be alive, or Jem wouldn’t have had to leave.  It’d be a much happier life if it was a dream.  “Thankfully no fire in this world yet.  But of course, If that’s what you wish then we’ll stay out here.  That...I’m unsure of.  I touched this magic ticket and viola, I’m in the middle of the street in Paris.  I’ve been trying to figure it out and find a way home but as of yet, I’ve found nothing,  I’m sorry.   I’m Tessa by the way.  What’s your name?”

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He could feel the stare, and he dreaded it. Having become accustomed to years of years from many a hunter attempting to perform their greatest mercy, each with a familiar, blood-hungry. Though, he was still mobile enough to keep any madman from severing his head off from his shoulders. His arm reflexively raised up, shielding his own face away. The rest of his raiment was clear as the light of day, unfortunately.

In tatters, flays wrap around their angle - robes ruined and singed into a crisp burnt beige from what seemed to have been white, a long long time ago. His attire identified him as ‘not from this era’, reminiscent of garb popularized by men of the cloth during Queen Victoria’s rule. Though, it wasn’t exactly as that, either. That aside, Laurence hadn’t spoken for a whole minute until his composure returned, and then spoke no louder than a cough, wary of stutters,   ❝ .. Yes, I.. Haven’t felt so cold, not in a while. Where am I ? ❞

Tessa stayed where she was, her expression soft and patient as she raised her hands, hoping to show him she meant no harm. In the minute of silence the immortal let herself examine his garments and body, looking for injury.  Whatever robe she had been wearing had long since fallen apart, though they spoke of an age she was familiar with.  Meeting his eyes, she waited till he spoke, settling on her knees in front of him.

“You’re in Paris, though I’m going to guess you’re also here in a time and world that’s not your own.  If you will let me, I can help warm you?  I want to help you, if I can.”  Tessa’s voice was soft, the warlock careful to continue leaving herself open and vulnerable to the frightened man.  She was quick with her spells, so if things did turn violent she wouldn’t be at too much of a disadvantage, but she wanted him to relax a bit.  “It’s..I believe 2018 here....what time are you from?  Your clothing looks to be from the 1800′s....that was the time I was born into.”

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Tessa loved Paris, the city one of her favorites in the world and especially during the holiday season.  There were lights everywhere, and the chill in the air didn’t bother the warlock in the slightest as she walked along the streets.  A lot of her time was spent just wandering the city, and tonight was no different.  Several books in her arms, she was actually making her way home  when she was nudged by a passerby, her books falling out of her hands and going sprawling to the sidewalk.  “Oh dear..” She muttered under her breath, immediately kneeling to gather the fallen tomes.  Noticing someone helping, she looked up to see a man offering her a book back, Tessa smiling softly at him. “Thank you sir.  Sorry to have bothered you...seems I’m clumsy today.”

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—– @warlock-tessa-gray ! closed starter. 

It’s been a while since his last slumber. The very first in decades - and who was to blame him for taking his sweet time along the river-side? Convinced he was dead, and nothing but - even as he felt the friction of cobblestone drag across his shredded, burnt robes, he wouldn’t even so budge his eyelids open. Alas, his coma wasn’t perpetual, and Laurence was bound to awaken to his newfound circumstances.

And he acted as such, his spine jolted forward, followed by a retreat from whoever had approached him. Paying no attention his newfound humane anatomy, now concentrated on the person who drew far too close for his liking. Eyes widened, his mouth agape - the Cleric Beast, without his claws, for the first time in a millennium - and he acts as a cornered prey in shock. And hes’ still shrieking.

 ❝ Away – AWAY !! What are you ?!  – Who are you ? ❞

Tessa was simply walking through the city when she noticed the man laying prone at the riverside.  The warlock had been doing her best to assist people throughout her long life, and this was no exception.  Maneuvering her way down to the man, she reached out to gently touch the man’s shoulder, speaking softly.  “Sir?  Are you alright...”  

Suddenly he was moving, rearing back and looking at her with fear and horror it seemed.  Tessa withdrew, but not far, her grey eyes studying him with worry.  “My name is Tessa Gray.  I saw you lying here and decided to come see if I could help you.  Are you alright?  You must be freezing cold.”

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will’s swift footing managed to get the best of him– oddly enough he felt as though he was only gaining back strength within himself slowly which only made the fact that his glamours did not see to work here either. and now–, hanging upside down, he beckoned out of the alleyway, stubbornly asking for assistance. “excuse me– if you could be so kind as to cut me down– i would be extremely grateful. oh– and also if this could be never spoken of– ever, until your death. much obliged.” he smiled somewhat of a crooked smile– or a frown considering his position.

Tessa had recently gotten off work at the library, books in her arms as she wandered towards home.  She heard the voice in the alley, and turned without really focusing on it, the sight enough for her books to be dropped to the ground.  The warlock found it hard to breathe, seeing Will Herondale as he’d been when she’d met him hanging upside down in an alley.  It only took a slight flick of her finger for her magic to assure her he was in fact real, and not some dream.  The woman stared a moment before gathering her books and moving closer, still looking at him with shock before managing to focus on his problem. “W-Will Herondale.  In trouble as usual I see.  I...Yes, let me get you down.”  She chose not to use magic and instead took one of his knives, climbing up close to cut him down while holding his arm, so when his legs did drop he didn’t go face first. “How did this happen?”

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fave female characters [1/?]: tessa gray

“One must always be careful of books,“ said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

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* ｡✧ ⋅ ⋆ wait a minute, was that [ASTRID BERGES FRISBEY] i just saw run around the city? aw no, i was wrong, that was just the [18] year old [THERESA GRAY ] an [CANON CHARACTER] from [INFERNAL DEVICES] & [SHE] identify as [FEMALE, STRAIGHT]. rumor has it that they are [COMPASSIONATE] but are also [NAIVE] oh well, let us all hope they enjoy their stay in the city of love!

Tessa has been pulled from the end of Clockwork Princess, knowing what she is and how she came to be.  Eternally eighteen, she’s now nearing a hundred, most of this time spent married to Will Herondale until his death little under a decade before. 

She nearly didn’t notice she’d been transported to a different Paris, as it’d been the city she was living in anyways.  However, the sudden advancement of technology and dates on the papers were an easy indication, the warlock now lost and alone in some unknown future.  

With no sign of her family, Shadowhunters, or Downworlders, she assumed she was alone here in this shadow Paris as she thinks of it, having been here three months and not encountering anyone she knows yet. 

Her magic does work, but only to an extent, and nothing she’s tried has given her hope she can get through the barrier, so she’s stopped trying till she can find other, older warlocks to assist her. 

So for now, she works at a library, her love of books never leaving her as time passed.