Well, I’ll do everything for you
You didn’t know?
no that’s my person don’t go near my person doNT TOUCH MY PERSON THEY ARE MY PERSON AND YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME NO
snow scraped the ground’s contour, glinting where a
velvet blanket had unfurled. it was sparkling in all the
equitable places. the barren land shed musk beneath
the moonlight. FIRE dazzled in the distance, burning
like ash and tinder. coppery blood had stained the air.
he went through the portal ALONE and came through
to find an empty blaze of destruction. their fallen ; the
endarkened’s fallen. they scattered in few, but grew as
time ticked within the darkness. his longsword, being
his only companion, stood with him through citadel,
half a claret of volcanic rock, half a cloud of white ice.
it glowed, throwing a cast of this burning-bonfire-like
illumination that encompassed his surroundings. and
adamas, their heavenly metal, circled the layout, which
was casting off a gleam, burning in silver flames. home
to the iron sisters.
home to the slaughterhouse as the dark species were
wasting nephilim blood. the shadowhunters couldn’t
bare the masks, these faces held their loved ones, yet
they had been corrupt by an infernal cup. as good as
DEAD. jace had experienced that firsthand with clary,
and still struggled to wrap his head around the fact.
if she were in battle now. could he kill her?
jace whirled on his feet, precision like a cat, his weapon
flashing out, and ichor had fanned ahead—- the colour
was a thick black and it began to bubble up, as if drops
of water had dissolved in INK. not glossed, but rough,
an edge that was rasped with sandpaper. he felt how it
there the boy cut his way through the endarkened, veins
alight with the heavenly fire — an angel of molten gold. he
toiled as his kind were hesitant to kill their lost, ultimately
killing themselves. he could not convince them otherwise,
watching a death toll climb and the ground open beneath.
❛ GO! ❜
they were crowding her. looking to her with their black
eyes, mirroring hers. a crimson sea of bodies had
already dispersed, leaving clary with a silent group
of red clad warriors. they weren’t waiting for anyone
but her. though those who stepped forward, were
followed by another. then it was amatis.
she had always lingered. even for clary ; but with
heosphoros and its dark metal glinting in the light
of the moon amatis, was gone in a second with one
single nod. and hot on her heels came clary. hooded
and her face concealed, the crimson material another
shade darker than her curls.
certain death remains around where blood is spilt on
the frozen ground. like mismatched paint it stood
out. the blood of her kind. the blood of her army. but
there is more. there is more to come and more to
waste. she doesn’t have the heart to care. it’s all gone.
the smile she wore was unnatural and cruel. peering
from the place where she stood, war had been waged
before her eyes. though all she looks for is one
nephilim. clary feels a sick hope spread from her dead
heart, grin dropping as she moves towards the fallout.
one of the endarkened struggle under the grip of a
shadowhunter, seemingly some came to fight, instead
of weeping for their loved ones. clary sprints over
clawing her nails into hot flesh, turning the figure
around to drive heosphoros through the leather gear.
watching the man fall to her feet, with all the rest.
fire and flames lick at the air above. turning the dull
night into a golden lit sky. bodies lay on the ground
with copper stains in the white snow. still they fight,
and still she hears the screams and sobs of loss. fear
seeps from the ground and it should. she is glad it
does, because the first person clarissa morgenstern
sees at the corner of her eye, is someone
❛ REALLY? oh, i knew he would see to it overtime—-
that he belongs here. with ME. hmmm. maybe you’re
not so bad, clary. at least you have preeeetty hair.
not as pretty as mine.
i see. oh, i see. i thought you were just tricking.
no, no, no. your brother got his way. haaaaaaa,
look at you! one of them now. well, i guess it’s
better. an improvement, like me.
do you love it?
i love it. ❜
❛ yes, of course! see, you know him too well, maureen.
he’s bound to turn up one day begging for you to take
him back. it sounded like he was so excited, too!
i wouldn’t trick about something like that,
that wouldn’t be very nice now would it?
but, it is an improvement, you’re right.
life before was just boring.
i do. i love it, too. i can’t
think of anyone who wouldn’t. ❜
❝ Then would you please explain to me what this bloody
book is about?! Dreaming of the past are you? What do
you want to run home to mommy and suck on her golden
tit some more? Am I not enough for you anymore or would
you rather drag golden boy back in here and tie him to the
bedpost for you to r i d e into the sunset? ❞
[ [ as she takes the book from his hands and throws it away he
can’t help but letting his dark and molten gaze stay fixed to
her vibrating with a conflicted rage and jealousy. sebastian
wasn’t one to feel jealous, to feel the h u m a n insecurities,
however his curiosity over his sisters true commitment to the
cause was often spurred in the darkness of night. this often
led to his twilight wanderings to find one smudge of infidelity
between them. her gleaming gaze was almost effortless
when she looked up to him, something that he wished he
could completely understand. how did such a meek girl turn into
an equally frightening monster? he sighed at her, the fit of anger
melting slightly at her expression. ] ]
❛ my sketchbook. you’re getting worked up about
my sketchbook. my sketchbook, that i haven’t
touched in months. that only holds what was dear
to me then, and what i want dead at my feet now.
a lot has changed and you should know that. ❜
there is a calmness to her voice. with pursed lips that are blood
red, and her gaze is trained on his. their eyes a mirror image of
the others. both black endless voids with no soul, but his are
rimmed with a white fire. which, she has come to know, can
only be lit by hatred and anger and power. their hearts are corrupt
though one more than the other, though it seems, still like family
they are bound by blood. clary has made promises that she has
an intent on keeping. both to him, and to herself. the day she
ascended to that throne she was giving up everything she gained.
and to save the ones she had loved. that throne that made her feel
like a little girl, and was too intimidating, with its skulls and
icy coldness, it is the place where she belongs now. no where
can hold her, with her heart pierced with claws. she is too far gone.
Nephilim Week - (TMI) Day 1: favorite character
∟ Clarissa Fray - "Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it."
[13/07/14 12:51:13 AM] ellie: [13/07/14 12:50:54 AM] clazza.: GOLLY GOSH DIDDLY DANG GOSH DARN IT
[13/07/14 12:51:14 AM] ellie: perfect
[13/07/14 12:51:18 AM] ellie: put that on a t shirt
[13/07/14 12:51:23 AM] clazza.: i will
[13/07/14 12:51:28 AM] clazza.: i’ll make millions
[13/07/14 12:51:41 AM] clazza.: that’s for sure
[13/07/14 12:52:02 AM] ellie: copy rights to ned flanders
[13/07/14 12:52:58 AM] clazza.: http://i.imgur.com/2HnGjEx.png
[13/07/14 12:53:01 AM] clazza.: cries
[13/07/14 12:53:31 AM] clazza.: can i put that on a t shirt instead
“There are a lot of things I’m willing to forgive Clarissa,
but this constant need to run away has grown quite old.
— Did you honestly think all these little half hearted
enchantments would keep me away from my perfect queen?”
[ [ his movements were easy to spot as a sketch book in hand
he had been going through every inch of her physical manifestation
of emotions and thought. that was how he had come to picture her
works of art, it was a glimpse of something his sister had been too
stubborn to ever let him see. the second she entered the room the
white haired boy turned his head to look at her and all her womanly
charms. he pulled the book close before lifting it as proof of his point. ] ]
❛ what’s that about a constant need to run away?
sebastian, i will not lose what you have built for us.
i chose to stay, with you, with the only one i have. ❜
promises of nephilim BLOOD and hellish FIRE. that is what
he has given her, whispers between kisses. a burnt morgenstern
legacy creeps from stone floors and stone walls. this fiery edom
has seen nothing but monsters ; clarissa’s heart is a beast among
them. brows crease forming a frown as she sees the white pages
smudged with charcoal and led. blood stained hands have forged
runes and created sketches in that book he has in his hands. they
are from a lifetime ago. still, she would have cringed at the sight
of it, but those memories are forgotten and have been tossed in
the fire, along with all the rest. those drawings, however, they say
otherwise. reassurances of the things he already knows still splutter
from her mouth. they are forever now. as clary moves closer to
him, she plucks the book from his hands and tosses it away,
without watching where it lands. though she’s hoping it’s
burning down to ashes.