[Starter for: @CausticDesign]
London was specifically quiet that night. A tall figure dressed all in black strolled down the town square, at first appearing as if it's walking without any idea what the destination is.
The figure proceeded down to the underground club, --
@CausticDesign -- long. In truth, Valentine would only go there if he thought it was empty. Avoiding Jonathan had always been his favourite pastime.
“We can go right now if you are ready. I know, for a fact, that he is one of our sanctuaries now.” What Jonathan purposely left out --
@EtherealRunes -- Or maybe she was the same.
“Painting, I figured. As I said, I was certain I had seen you at NYU's Tisch School of the Arts.”
Conclusion: his sister is very boring. Endlessly.
@EtherealRunes At her abrupt stop, Jonathan did the same.
“No. Trust me, if I were having a good time and wanted to remain at the club, I would.”
Goddammit, was his sister annoying. She needs constant reassurance and pats on the back; he wondered how their mother lives with that. --
@CausticDesign -- from his lap, he held her around the waist while sitting up straighter.
“He isn’t going to go there any time soon since he’s going to be busy slaughtering Downworlders all over the world. It will take a while. A month or two before he comes back to it. Also, it’s the --
“They say time heals all
wounds, but that
presumes the source of the
grief is finite.”
Magnus Bane.
High warlock of Brooklyn.
Freewheeling bisexual.
18+
Descriptive.
@BolshieNephilim Her defensiveness was funny. Was she even aware of the things he did? All the murder and torture?
"You do realise I am an older sibling here?", Jonathan forced a friendly smile. "I can take care of myself, Clary, but thanks."
@SelflessShadow -- then.
But just know that without me, there is no way out. It's either you or your sister." The smile on his lips betrayed just how much fun he was having.
"What shall it be, Lightwood?"
Starter for: @SelflessShadow
─ Raguel: the archangel of justice, fairness, harmony, vengeance, and redemption.
And then there were two.
Jonathan and Alexander, alone on the ship.
Father had taken his favorite son, although not even related by blood, leaving the real --
@SelflessShadow Jonathan snickered, a low hissing sound which sounded almost like an animal choking.
Grabbing an additional blade which rested on the inside of his pocket, he threw it at Alec's feet. It was a seraph blade, while the silver sword remained hanging at the hip.
"Defend her --
@SelflessShadow Alexander Lightwood finally snapped!
If Jonathan knew that sexualising his sister would do the trick, he'd have started with it.
As soon as he felt that he was being tugged, joy exploded across his face, cackling at the other Nephilim's reaction.
The fingers instantly --