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         jace’s arms wrapped around his mother when she pulled him in. he inhaled the familiar scent that he could only associate with  S A F E T Y;  the embrace of the only woman he’d ever called mother. a parent who’d loved him when she’d had no obligation to do so,  RESCUING him from what would have surely been a lifetime of torment && pain. he owed her everything. he held onto her like a lifeline before pulling back, his gaze stormy as he smiled at her.  while surprised to see her, he was happy that he wouldn’t be alone in this. that someone saw what he saw. that they recognized how important this was. 

    her words startled him though. what were you thinking? his brow knit tightly together, pulling back slightly as his eyes narrowed. “what do you mean?” his words were calm, though confused. a low buzz amidst the comings and goings of people popping out of the portal behind him. with his gaze settled on maryse, he took no notice of who stepped out of the portal. his attention was only on her. 

                 “i was thinking we need to do something.” jace said, impassioned.        “you heard him. you saw what happens to people like us if we’re exposed.” his eyes flashed, his jaw tense and shoulders rigid. he’d wanted to shut the images out when they came, close his mind to the intrusion, but something had stopped him. maybe it was a sense of INJUSTICE; of knowing that whether he looked at the horror or not, it had still happened. it was a powerless feeling. “sitting back and doing nothing isn’t the answer. if they want a fight, maybe we should give them one.” 

there were facts that could not be refuted, even if one tried desperately to do so. one of those facts was that jace was her son, and that heaven and hell could rain down on the world and maryse would allow no one to say otherwise ; but there was no denying that as much as she'd attempted to push it down, to ignore it, her baby boy was very much like his father. he always had been. watching jace grow up had been one of the greatest gifts the universe had granted maryse lightwood—— but it had also been like holding a bomb in your arms and having nothing but your faith that perhaps it wouldn't explode to guide you ; as the years had passed, she'd seen it take shape, the ways that the son was like the father ; sometimes small, like their characteristic smirk, the way they held themselves, the way emotions could be concealed if needed be but never in their eyes. but sometimes jace had spoken and maryse had heard his father's voice instead of his ; heard her son passionately spew his opinions in a way that imitated his father so perfectly it made her heart clench in fear.

her gaze was soft, comforting, her hands dropping down to rest on her child's forearms—— keeping him close to her just in case ( ... ) keeping him close because soon, there would be nothing she could do to make the pain go away. "jace." her tone was hushed, quick ; she didn't know how much time they had. "i heard him, and i understand you, i do. we need to do something, and we will, but do you hear yourself? give them a fight?"

her head shook once, wetting her lips and pushing away the parts of her that wanted to scream, that desperately wished to re-write history ( or at least keep it from repeating itself over and over again )—— still, there was an underlying harshness in her voice, passion of her own seeping through and twisting into words that she'd said once before, so many years ago. perhaps this time they would make a difference. "sweetheart, our acceptance, our ( ... ) freedom isn't going to come from fighting. making wars to fight wars is giving them a reason to be afraid of us, to want us gone—— are you willing to live with people's blood on your hands? to kill just so that we can have our way? it's not right."

eyes closing for a second, maryse simply shook her head once more and took her son in her arms again, a hand moving up to rub his back like she did when he was small ; this wasn't the time or the place for an argument, for a lecture—— perhaps the worst part of it all was that, for once, she was at a loss. there was nothing she could do now but be here, play her part, and hope that her family would make it out of this mess ; a mess that, ultimately, she had created. maybe not now, maybe not directly, but guilt was a funny thing and maryse was consumed by it. now more than ever, she knew that feeling wasn't going away ever again. "i'm going to be with you every step of the way, cariño. i'll be here. but you need to know this and," words failed her as her head lifted to look at jace's face ; the world around her slowing down as found herself delivering news she'd hoped she'd never have to speak. "the man who threw the party was... valentine, mi hijo. he's alive." and he'll be here any second now.

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       jace’s feet hit the ground with a thud as he stepped out of the portal, eyes glancing around the open space he’d appeared in. given that he was the first one to go through, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting to see. there were people milling about and rows upon rows of computer screens, information moving so quickly across them that he couldn’t make sense of it. this had to be the head of operations. he straightened up and moved further into the room, hearing the tell-tale sounds of people exiting the portal behind him as he explored. maps, plans, official looking documents - it was all there. clearly this had been in the motions for YEARS and the thought made him shiver. this was no rebellion - it was a REVOLUTION. 

turning away from the papers he glanced back over to the portal, a spark of recognition in his eyes as he watched his friends cross through the portal. he felt a pang of hurt cross his features when neither alec or izzy stepped through, but he pushed that aside. they’d see, he rationalized as he crossed over to greet a familiar face, they’ll realize they made the wrong choice.  “so, i’m not the only one who came through.” he said as he approached them, a smile on his face as he nodded in their direction. “but by the looks of things, we’re not in the MINORITY.”

                    it was like  diving off a cliff  with her eyes closed ; completely unaware of whether she would sink into frozen waters or crash upon jagged rocks, never to open them again. valentine’s lips lingered on hers with a ghostly touch, his fingers seemed to still be wrapped around her neck even as she stepped into the unknown and felt her heels clicking once more against firm ground——there was only one thought on her mind, only one reason why she would ever return ; yet she lingered for a second, eyes darting around the space as her heart clenched in her chest. maryse had had nightmares about returning, about  falling back  into the lion’s den ( … ) she hadn’t, however, expected the    bittersweet feeling    that came with looking at the progress made——progress she’d had a hand in carving, that she’d once worked day and night for. she wasn’t sure whether that idea was terrifying or eerily satisfying, but there was no denying that this operation, regardless of how changed it was, had a bit of her in it.

                    it took the woman a moment to snap out of it,                     brain instantly focusing back on what mattered :                                                                                                       jace.

                    it was odd thinking back on her last days with the group, knowing how reckless and immature she’d been when she’d decided that she was leaving with the child she’d known was valentine’s——how could she just stand by and run when she knew what was happening? no innocent child deserved the pain, the fear, the loss of a childhood he deserved. it had been a suicide mission, and sometimes maryse wondered how they’d made it out the door unharmed. but then again, they hadn’t.

                    she’d never allowed herself to forget what valentine was capable of, not when she'd held that boy—— young, skinny, with a look in his eyes that broke her to pieces ——and watched him choke on his own blood in her arms. not when she’d held him as he died for the first time, when she’d watched the man she’d once loved run a blade through his son’s neck like it was nothing. like  h e  was nothing.

                    jace had become her son the second she’d held him, and as he came back to life in her arms she’d sworn she’d never let anything harm him, not while she still had a fighting bone in her body.

                    maryse didn’t mind   facing   her own demons if it meant she could hold her son as he   battled   his——her happiness would always be meaningless when compared to her children’s.

                    she recognised him instantly, pushing past people with no care in the world for what they were saying—- honestly, she wasn’t sure exactly who she’d almost thrown to the ground so that she could wrap her arms around him tightly, fingers digging into his back as she squeezed him. “ what in the world were you thinking, jace lightwood? ” her voice was muffled, her cheek pressed to his as maryse allowed herself to take a deep, relaxing breath——she was going to need it. but, for now, she’d settle for hugging her son.

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    valentine morgenstern was playing a dangerous game. he had been for years, enjoying having his cake && eating it too, not to mention indulging in various other sweets whenever the mood so struck him. he prided himself on the art of deception, sharing scraps of information here and there to seem trustworthy, while beneath the surface there bubbled a ripple of artifice. he’d been lying for so long, so frequently, that often times even he wasn’t sure what the truth was. not anymore. but his confidence would be his downfall, && it was the reason why he had no reason to anticipate the hurricane that was waiting for him in the bedroom of maryse trueblood. 

   he’d known that jocelyn and maryse were friends. how could he not, given how much time their inner circle spent together? long nights spent pouring over legal documents, strategizing, and planning their next move in a never-ending game of chess didn’t leave much time for socializing. his closest friends were those who believe in the cause, who were in the thick of it with them, && it only made sense for his wife to have done the same. yet he’d never anticipated her revealing their greatest secret, one that they’d agreed to keep to themselves so not to mix their personal lives with their day to day operations. a decision he’d made selfishly for the both of them and jocelyn had reluctantly obliged him. 

so when valentine swung open the door to maryse’s room that night he had no way of knowing just what would be waiting for him. he didn’t see the hurt on face, a flash of pain in her eyes, or the remnants of the smashed lamp on the floor. no, she was too proud - she’d never let him see the pain. all he got was the aftermath, the absolute silence that made him feel uneasy as he let the door click shut behind him. he usually made it a point not to try to read the minds of his associates - partially because he didn’t want to create dissension among the ranks, and partly because many of them were exhausting to listen in on - but he made an exception… and was startled when he was met with resistance. she was blocking him; he was unable to read her thoughts. with an arch of his eyebrows he crossed the room, crowding her personal space but not touching her. he was a perceptive person, she didn’t need to speak for him to know that something was wrong.    ❝ you’re blocking me. ❞ he stated calmly, hands resting stationary by his side instead of settling at her hips like they normally would have.  ❝ WHY? ❞

the ' allegory of the cave ' —— men who saw only shadows cast across a burning fire, no knowledge of an existence out of the darkness they'd grown accustomed to until they day one of them leaves. he doesn't want to. he's angry, in pain, the sun burns his eyes—— but slowly, he realizes that he's been living a lie : there is so much more to the world than what he thought was true, so many layers he'd never been aware of from the comfort of his cave. everything opened up to him, the world shifted ; everything he'd ever known replaced by reality. plato was on to something when he'd written such a story.

looking at valentine now was like staring at the sun for the very first time. it stung, threatened to blind her forever —— but she saw reality. she saw him.

it’s funny how you see only what you choose to, funny how she’d seen softness where now she only saw harshness ; how the eyes that looked at her seemed foreign, the way he held himself making her angry for the first time in her life—- the demand in his voice making pure rage swell up inside her like a way about to crash on the shore. maryse had always seen the charm, the attitude of someone who knew his worth too well and used it in his advantage : it was compelling, intriguing, kept her gravitating towards him regardless of whether she wanted to or not. not once had she felt he’d treated her like someone who was below him. not once had she felt he looked down on her.

now she noticed it all at once and it made everything inside her burn.

for a second, she wondered how she could ever fall in love with someone who radiated cold. then she wondered how she’d never seen it before ; noticed the spark in his gaze that wasn’t quite right, the shift in his voice that said ’ you're my property, and you must answer to me ’ ( … ) maryse had thought it was a joke. it didn’t sound like one anymore.

but one thing she knew, as her upper lip twisted in disgust despite her attempts at keeping herself composed ; eyes hardening as she took valentine morgenstern for who he was. a man who didn’t see others. a man who used and abused everyone he felt he had any type of claim over, who didn’t care about anyone but himself. it made her sick to her stomach. looking at him made her sick. and while she knew she loved him, she was also aware of the hatred that slowly ran cold in her veins, wrapping itself around every moment, every memory she'd ever had of him. it felt terrible and perfect at the same time. it made the pain numb, even if just a little bit.

                 hating   valentine would   always   be easier than   loving him.

"you have no more business being inside my mind than you do being in my room. i'll do whatever it is i want to do." her voice was ice and fire all at once ; she wouldn't let him see how her heart was bleeding, but she had no problem with him hearing how little she cared about him right now, with him noticing how the sight of him disgusted her or how she wanted him as far away from her as possible. maryse looked him up and down once, making sure that her eyes met his before she spoke again ; hands clenched into tight fists as she fought her own emotions —— she knew someone like her would never truly hurt someone like him. this was ( ... ) nothing to him. she was nothing to him. but by god he'd know she felt nothing for him, even if it was a lie. "leave, valentine. go home to your wife."

battlefield { *:･ﾟ✧ flashback.

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solitaire { *:･ﾟ✧ maryse aesthetics.

“ and one day she discovered   that she was  fierce  and  strong   and full of fire, and that not even   she   could   hold herself back   because her  p a s s i o n   burned brighter   than her fears. ” ———MARK ANTHONY

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sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? silk or velvet? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? wood or steel? oceans or rivers? snow or rain? diamonds or pearls? pastel or primary colours? gold or rose gold? rosé or wine?

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satin or silk? hot chocolate or coffee? dusk or dawn? late mornings or early nights? baths or showers? lilac or baby blue? swimming or running? fruits or cake? singing or dancing? pillow fights or pillow forts? camping or shopping? paperback or hardcover?

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misty mornings or rainy mornings? soft pillows or hard pillows? mismatched pjs or pj sets? tv shows or films? ds or game boy? play station or xbox? tattoos or piercings? rosemary or thyme? graphic tees or button downs? headphones or earphones?

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fire meet gasoline { *:･ﾟ✧ varyse aesthetics.

“ maybe he   didn’t   change   maybe he just  [  became  ]   more of who he always was   maybe the person you knew   was just an   i l l u s i o n     you’re in love with a ghost. “ ———R.H. SIN

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

03: Do you regret anything?

04: Are you insecure?

05: What is your relationship status?

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

08: Played any sports?

09: Do you bite your nails?

10: When was your last physical fight?

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

14: Do you miss someone?

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

31: Does somebody love you?

32: What is your favourite color?

33: Do you have trust issues?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

54: Is cheating ever okay?

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

58: Favourite weather?

59: Do you like the snow?

60: Do you wanna get married?

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

62: What makes you happy?

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Please send me some with the number(s) so I can do these!!

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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey”  (via thelovejournals)

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devil within { *:･ﾟ✧ a musing.

there's something odd and bittersweet about longing for something you know you shouldn't want ; about craving what you know will only tear you apart and leave you bleeding on your own, about desiring what will undoubtedly kill you, sooner or later. you fight it because you must, fight it because you're strong and fearless and there's a   lioness roar   in your young heart ; because you're better than the feeling that shakes your foundation and rattles your bones, because you can't let it, him, win. because your pride beats in your chest and pumps through your veins and he crushed it into a million pieces when he crushed your soul.

you fight it, him, because you lost too much already. because he stole the sparkle in your eyes and the happiness in your voice, and your innocence was stolen without your permission because he took it not when you offered it, but when he finally clenched his fist around it and dreams slipped through his fingers like dust. you fight it, him, because he broke your heart, yes, but by god you won't let him break your spirit.

still, you want it, him, because he   c r a w l e d   underneath your skin and buried himself in your mind and you can feel his touch when you close your eyes ; feel your breath hitch as though his fingers were dangerously wrapped around your neck. he lingers, and you feel like he always will ; that his voice will haunt your slumber and that he’ll take your sanity as he has everything else.

and it’s when your fear rages stronger that you realize that while he broke the soft, gentle girl you once were, he sculpted a strong unwavering woman in her place ; tough yet kind like only broken people know how to be.

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old friends { *:･ﾟ✧ luke.

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people like maryse rarely had friends ; she didn’t connect with people, not like others would, not when she couldn’t share her life openly and tell her story in a way that others would understand. it was too complicated in far too many ways, and so she’d spent most of her life dedicating herself to her children, to robert, and now slowly but surely to her independent existence as a woman. that last part wasn’t coming as easily as she’d hoped, but it was what it was. and yet she found herself at the bar, having left isabelle babysitting max, finally have a moment to breathe and be around adults—- between home and work, she needed some grown up time every once in a while.

because while she couldn’t find friends in normal people, she’d never truly broken contact with the people she’d met in her youth, who had been through the same thing she had. for a while it was luke and jocelyn ; every couple of months they’d been, spend some time together, allow themselves to relax into the new lives they’d found outside of the madness that was everything surrounding valentine. later, after jocelyn passed away, things changed a bit. it was a shock for her, to know that her friend was gone—- it had been a notion she’d never really considered, especially considering how it had happened. still, even though they weren’t as close as they’d once been, she still talked to luke.

it was easy, nice to be able to talk to someone who knew her ; especially after her divorce she’d found herself meeting up with her old friend every few months, just to catch up. talk. laugh. which was why she was at the bar, a cosmo in hand as she texted max back—- no, he couldn’t stay up later, yes she would know if he had. well, at least he thought she would know. parenting, she’d learned, was made up of a lot of love and a good dose of moderate lying.

so far, so good.

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aries - the buzzing sound of neon, sparklers, red velvet, spilled ink, fogged up windows, fire dancing, city lights taurus - dust storms, tumbleweeds, fireside lullabies, the sun breaking through barren tree limbs, dried up flower petals, worn out boots gemini - sleepovers at the bayou, cracked mirrors, lucid dreams, psychic parlors, lavender, hotel hallways cancer - paper cranes, the city reflecting off the pavement after it rains, dripping honey, fields of wildflowers, hazy mornings leo - paint splatters, buzzing bees, bright beach towns, cinnamon, walking out of the movie theater into bright sunlight virgo - pomegranate seeds, film noir, silver bullets, seagulls & their riddles, skylight roofs, vials filled with healing herbs libra - dandelion fluff, slow dancing in your bare feet, curtains fluttering from the open window, rainy sunrises scorpio - a ghost town after midnight, spiderwebs, elixirs & potions, shades of red, obsidian, an emptied out swimming pool sagittarius - war paint, harp strings, a bird’s loose feathers, burned out light bulbs, mushroom rings, letting your feet hang off the edge capricorn - snowfall, marble statues, ivory, a quiet unbecoming, the scent of vanilla, black & white polaroids, white ink tattoos aquarius - aquariums, wispy clouds, jewels for eyes, sea salt, lava lamps, a siren’s song, renaming the constellations pisces - watercolors, swirling skies, rose petals, sea shells & the way you think you can hear the ocean on the other side, strawberry fields

associations with the zodiac signs (version two // version one), angelea l. (via wildfairy)