valentinesxarrow:

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          ❛ it  is  difficult to  live  up to
               my   high   standards. 

  tackling the  readhead over, his arms  lock around her frame  &
  let the pillow fall from grasp.  serves  them right—after whacking
  him down below.  he topples  to the ground,  trying his best not
  to squash clary, but rather failing miserably as the ground rushes
  up to meet them.  they’re in a  mess of tangled limbs  &  pillows.

                   ❛  i’ll have to tell them that.  

        there’s a loud gasp, as her laughter stops for a moment
        and suddenly  they’re both toppling  onto the ground with
        left over pillows  to break their fall.   the  gasping  from  a 
        quick loss of breath,  turns into another giggling fit.   
next
        thing clary knows, she’s coughing and spluttering, turning
        away  from  jace  first,   of course.   it’s a  bit  of a delayed
        reaction,  but she was laughing too much to concentrate. 
        now she’s stopped. finally.   but with her brows furrowed. 

                         ❛ ….. i think i ate some of your hair
                                   ————— disgusting.  

"

The sun inside of him
rages like wildfire
and he is
gold
gold
gold
and he is
scorching the skin of my heart,
yet still he pretends
that he is safe for me to love,
that his hands are gentle,
that his fingerprints won’t be
seared into the notches of my spine.

The sun inside of him
could set the kingdom ablaze;
he knows this, he does.

And he still asks me to love him,
to face the flame.

Find me in the ashes.

"


— Emily Palermo, Apollo  (via flannel)

+Devilish Conversations

jonathanardecufoc:

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      his eyes flickered over her as she looked more than uncomfortable
     with the situation at hand. his sister over the past few months had
     shown all signs of control when it came to their interactions, always
     keeping her eyes open and one step behind him. that was the role of
     a queen, he thought to himself, and that was the role she had signed
     up for. as she moved to the bed, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
     she was gorgeous, even as a little devil, it only made her shine all the
     brighter. 

                        ❛ — no matter then, i’m more than content to simply dazzle
                                              you with my brilliance on the side.. ❜

     the words falling from his lips in his usual sarcastic wit. within two steps
     he joined her on the bed, sitting on the side next to her he couldn’t help
     but extend his arm out around her. sebastian in no way was a loving and
     kind person to snuggle up to at night, but he was clever and charming,
     something of which would extend into actions such as this. the more
     comfortable he could make his little sister the more he could find himself
     about to rely on her more. his dark orbs flickered down to her with a smirk. 

                        ❛ — i suppose you’ll tell me now that i can’t hold you
                                         and whisper sweet nothings in your ear..  ❜

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                                ❛  don’t get too cocky.  ❜

            she  laughs,   completely  out  of  the  blue.   she hasn’t  laughed in 
            weeks but this comes naturally. clary is shocked at herself for even
            thinking  to.   her eyes flutter  close and  all she can feel is  his arm
            around her shoulder.   coldness and steel.   but his skin hot on hers.
            still they think as one in war,   as they fight,   as damned blood runs
            hot in their veins.   sebastian has stolen her heart away putting only
            ice in its place.
something that can never be forgiven. in time it has, 
            however.  she 
loves him.   that is enough for clary now.   in time she
            has realised that 
she has wanted  this from the very start. this throne.

                                  —— this darkness.   rising up 
                                 from the flames with her red hair. 
                                           giving them all hell.

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            her smile fades as her laugh diminishes.  settling in his arms and
            resting  herself  against  the cold  wood  of her bed,   the 
dark heart
            comes to know  reasons  behind  his  actions,   as  she had  
months
            ago.  clary 
knows him. clary knows him better than anyone.  though
            the weight of  the devil  hangs low on her collarbone,   she still has
            him to keep herself  from breaking again.  splitting  apart  from the
            cracks formed, by her brothers own fault. they can’t love, they will
            never know how to love, but they have their own way. have their own 
            reasons. it may not be real, but it’s all they need to trust each other.

                                      ❛  something like that.  

jonathanardecufoc:

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    ’ Didn’t he?  It’s all that beats
against my chest.  My own failures. ‘ 

            ❛  he was the one that failed, sebastian. 
            you’re  still  alive  aren’t  you ?   besides,
            i know of one person you haven’t failed.
            me.   if  that  means  anything  to  you.  ❜

jonathanardecufoc:

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              ” Perhaps father was right,
              perhaps I was born useless. “

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       ❛  father didn’t know what
        he  was  talking  about.  

apocryfa:

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                                       ”i guess     

there he stood, judging the life that swarmed
around his skeleton. jaw muscles twitched as
cobalt optics scanned the manor. shoulders
formed a shrug to follow effortless words.

                 ❛  how long have
                you been here ?  

         it’s an honest  question.   clary had
         only just arrived, coming from luke’s
         of course she was going to be just 
         a little  curious.   her nimble fingers 
         play with the strap of her bag as her
         eyebrows  furrow a little  in  interest.  

wolfiism:

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          ❛a little after one      p.m.
           i was going to head out,
           go see your mom. if you’re
           up for it, we could go
           together?

                                   we could grab something
                                   from java jones on the
                                   way, too ; you look like
                                   you could use a couple
                                   doses of caffeine.❜
 

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             ❛ i’d like that. i only visited
              the other day. and coffee 
             does  sound   good  right
             about now.

                          —— do you  know  how
                        she’s 
doing ?  have they  
                        told 
you anything… ?  ❜

"Survivors have scars. Victims have graves."

— (via firemxtt)

apocryfa:

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                             ”A new recruit. Or are you lost?”

Judging by her choice of clothing, the 
brunette looked the part of a Dauntless
born, yet he hadn’t any prior knowledge
of her existence. Nonetheless, Eric
provided his familiar creepy smile.

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                  ❛  a new recruit.  

            words are sharp to her ear,  and all
            clary can do is  frown.   there would 
            be  nothing  wrong  with  telling  the 
            truth,   but  the stubborn  set  of  her 
            shoulders is telling a different story.

wolfiism:

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               ❛            I was wondering when you were
                            going to decide to wake up.

                                         Long night?❜

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          ❛  —— hey, luke. something like that. 
          all i  know is that  i couldn’t  sleep.
            … what time is it ?  

HW