04 May 2020
Charles’s breathing was soft and even, so soothing Alastair almost wished he could lay down again and fall back asleep, curled up in Charles’s arms. But the sky was getting lighter, and soon people would be waking up and getting ready for the day. He would run the risk of getting caught leaving Charles’s bedroom. Their time was almost up.
A few more moments, Alastair promised himself, heart sinking with the prospect. A few more minutes. It’s still early yet.
Charles and Alastair, circa 1902, Paris.
- Part 1 of we were staying in paris
07 Apr 2020
Ariadne told herself, grimly, that she was not hiding.
Her dissolved engagement with Charles had not changed her perception of him - indeed, she did not care much for him beyond their mutual understanding - but the pointed low hum and buzz of gossip ringing the ballroom had begun to prickle. Her reputation was stellar, more so than Anna’s (darling, lovely Anna), but then, she was less popular. Once or twice a few giggling speculations reached her ears, some blatantly cruel, some closer to the truth of her and Charles’ arrangement than she liked. Either way, a couple of polite turns about the dance floor and Ariadne was sick of it all.
So - not hiding. More of a temporary strategic retreat.
Ariadne and Alastair are both avoiding being at Charles and Grace's engagement party, for various reasons.
Fandoms: Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare
28 Apr 2019
"This is what Robert knew: That Michael was the best friend he’d ever had, and probably the purest soul he’d ever know. That he should sit beside Michael, promise him that this was okay, that nothing needed to change, that the oath they’d sworn to each other was true, and forever."- The Evil We Love, Cassandra Clare.
The way things could have gone with Michael's confession.
Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market Series - Sarah Rees Brennan & Cassandra Clare & Kelly Link
22 Jul 2020
“Jace,” Robert repeats, stalls. Hodge looks mildly impatient, though impatient to do what, Robert can’t imagine. The Institute library is massive, but there are only so many ways to re-categorize books, and Hodge must have exhausted them by now. “Do you think Jace looks like Michael?”
He doesn’t tack on the desperate at all at the end, but he might as well have.
Hodge blinks at him owlishly. “Ah,” he says.
There's nothing of Michael Wayland in Jace, and Michael's parabatai knows it.
17 Sep 2020