Art In The Way He Moves eternal_moonieNovember 26 2016, 22:10:28 UTC
*taking place during Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy*
Eyes are upon him as he fights demons, he's tuned them out but he knows they are there, admiring his handiwork of dealing with demons.
"Thus endeth the lesson, now are there any questions?" Jace Wayland asked the bystanders.
"How can you not love him like that... it's pure art in the way he moves!" Simon thought, his jaw hitting the floor, so love-smitten but actually afraid to admit it to anyone, especially this Shadowhunter, one he has known since becoming a Shadowhunter but strangely longer because of a memory wipe all his other friends keep telling him about.
Whenever she stops paying attention, Meredith is drowning again. She could have let the water fill her up until there was nothing else left, and maybe she should have. Air escapes her with a whoosh and not the bubbles she’d been expecting, and with her next blink the world realigns, at least until the next time she forgets.
Sometimes Damon looks in the mirror and wonders what Elena will see, wonders if she will be able to remember the reasons she loved him.
Ten years might not seem like much when you’re a vampire but let’s be honest - Damon has only ever needed a few minutes to fuck up.
He wonders how much worse he can do in all the decades he's likely to have until Elena wakes up; he wonders if when she does, his face will still be a face that she can live with.
They make love in the shelter of a Viper engine as wide as Lee is tall. The engine is greasy with oil when they press their hands against it, slick and curved in all the right places. Kara’s heart beats like a four-stroke in her chest as Lee slides into her, hips pistoning, and she wishes she knew love like she knows engines, a simple mechanism that she could understand.
The fibres of the net, smeared with bird-lime, trap her wings. Aisling shifts into a wolf and crashes through the net, tearing small holes into larger ones. Though she has no voice in this form, she thinks it will take more than that as she runs into the forest, and the huntsmen get the message.
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Eyes are upon him as he fights demons, he's tuned them out but he knows they are there, admiring his handiwork of dealing with demons.
"Thus endeth the lesson, now are there any questions?" Jace Wayland asked the bystanders.
"How can you not love him like that... it's pure art in the way he moves!" Simon thought, his jaw hitting the floor, so love-smitten but actually afraid to admit it to anyone, especially this Shadowhunter, one he has known since becoming a Shadowhunter but strangely longer because of a memory wipe all his other friends keep telling him about.
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Air escapes her with a whoosh and not the bubbles she’d been expecting, and with her next blink the world realigns, at least until the next time she forgets.
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Ten years might not seem like much when you’re a vampire but let’s be honest - Damon has only ever needed a few minutes to fuck up.
He wonders how much worse he can do in all the decades he's likely to have until Elena wakes up; he wonders if when she does, his face will still be a face that she can live with.
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