We've All Got Our Own Enemies
18 Apr 2019
Alec Lightwood was many things. He was a man of honor, a man of substance, strong and steadfast in his decisions, and on the rare occasion, he was patient.
Alec Lightwood was not, however, a man of mercy.
Simon Lewis often wondered growing up what a real punch sounded like. The movies he liked to watch tended to over exaggerate (sue him, he liked cheesy fighting films) and he had learned early on about the magic of sound editing and foley artists. Being the non-confrontational kind of guy, he never thought he’d figure it out.
Then he had got a job with Alec Lightwood.
And realized you couldn’t hear the sound over the pained screaming anyway.
- Part 1 of We've All Got Our Own Enemies
21 Mar 2019
“Simon? Is this blood?” Raphael asked, his brow furrowed. Simon didn’t turn to look at him, spitting into the sink and quickly rinsing before tossing his toothbrush into the holder. Raphael stood there, waiting in silence. Simon inhaled sharply.
- Part 2 of We've All Got Our Own Enemies