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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px transparent solid; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1jby6mT.png); height: 346px; width: 500px; background-position: top center;][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black;margin-top:-27px;font-size:35px;font-family:georgia]ωє αℓℓ нανє тнєм... [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 400px; height: 175px; overflow:auto; cursor: url(""), auto; color: #CDCDCD;][align=center][font=times new roman] [font=georgia]This has not been corrected or edited and as such, may have grammar or spelling errors. December 24, 2018: Acilante, Idris Selene Lucille Blackthorn couldn't help smiling as she heard Blaise Lightwood, Jonathan Carstairs, and Marcus Graymark bustled into her home. They filled the room with a pinewood scent, which made Selene long to leave her house. But, alas, that was not to be, at least for now. Sitting her family copy of the “Gray Book” down onto the clear, florescent, coffee table, she turned around and smiled at them. They all stopped talking and looked at her, blushed touched Blaise's cheeks and he looked away, but Jonathan and Marcus stared at her. “What's wrong with you, Seelie?” They said in unison, using their very annoying nickname for her. Selene tried not to flinch and simply shrugged. A black mark in the shape of an eye could be seen on each of the boys hands. Something they'd received only a week ago. It was their very first rune, just like her own which could be seen on her own right hand. Only, her right hand was bandaged tightly and about double it's normal size. The marking hadn't gone as planned, Selene hadn't been strong enough for it. Something that, even at her young age, she could tell made her father beyond embarrassed. All four of them had received their marking at the same time, of the four, she was the only one to fail the marking, her body physically unable to bond with it yet. It made her feel like a failure, like she was falling behind and her friends were leaving her in the dust. Out of all of them, why had it been her to reject the mark? Seeming to sense her pain, all three joined her on the spacious couch. Blaise sat to her right and genitally drew her bandaged hand into his own. Warmth flushed into her cheeks. Jonathan sat to her left, while Marcus sat next to him. Unlike Blaise and Jonathan, Selene and Marcus weren't that close. Though, Jonathan and Marcus were about as close as she and him were. Blaise simply preferred to stick by her, befriending who she befriended. Not that he wasn't close as the other boys, but Selene and him seemed to have an unbreakable bond that wasn't their with the others. She was sure that they'd become parabatais one day. Soon, the adults started filling the room. First came Clarissa and Jace Herondale, with a girl around seven hanging to her fathers leg. Jace also had his arms wrapped protectively around Clarissa, whom was heavy with another child. It was strange that they only had one child as of yet, seeing as many Shadowhunters their age already had two, or even three. Next came Alexander and Elizabeth Carstairs, who unlike Jace and Clarissa, already had three children, counting Jonathan. Each were around five and also twin. They were the most destructive and outspoken children Selene had ever seen. It was a blessing they'd been left at home, for whatever this meeting was about. Something they'd no doubt annoy Jonathan about non-stop, trying to milk every bit of information they could. Soon entered Jocelyn and Luke Graymark, along with Robert and Maryse Lightwood, who chatted in earnest. Jacelyn and Luke were in their late-forties, and the mother and step-father to Clarissa. Robert and Maryse were also in their late forties. It was often a mystery to Selene why they'd both had Marcus and Blaise at such an old age, not that she was complaining. Finally came her father Arthur, who, unlike the others, had no wife. Selene's mother had died giving birth to her, and Arthur had never remarried. So, unlike the rest, she had no brothers or sisters, along with no mother. Clearing his throat, Arthur said in a clear, authoritative voice, “We have come here today to honor the marking of our children. Each of them born only months apart, are the future. So, it is my honor to hereby announce them as true and honor bound Shadowhunters, protectors of Idris and all whom live inside it, as well as being the protectors of the mundane world.” Each of the adults clapped, some more enthusiastic than others. The rest of the evening was uneventful. Soon, all of the boys, inclusing Blaise, grew bored and wondered outside to play. Selene was forced to say in, as her father had said. It was unbearable. A shifting on the couch made Selene look up, coming face to face with Clarissa. Selene tried her best not to gawk at the beautiful red-headed woman. Her body was covered in exotic, never before seen runes. It was an honor just to see them up close. “Why are you not outside with the others, young one?” In response, Selene simply raised her swollen hand. “Ah, I see.” In a quick movement, Clarissa had Selene's hand in her own, unwrapping the bandage gently. The skin was purple and red, yellow puss coming out of the marking outline. She heard the sharp intake of breath from Clarissa as she took in the scene before her. And, indeed, it was not a pretty one. In seconds, Clarissa had her stele out, drawing a healing rune onto Selene's paper-thin skin. Unlike her first, this one did not hurt at all. The purple and red skin cleared up, and the puss seemed to melt away. “How?” “That mark, whoever did it, did it wrong. An easy mistake, I suppose for an amateur.” Now that her hand was back to normal, Clarissa set about fixing Selene's hand. Once done, Selene felt light-headed and hungry. But she knew this was how one should feel after their first marking. “Thank you.” “You're very welcome, Selene.” Smiling, Selene got to her feet, waving a quick goodbye to Clarissa, and rushed outside to be with her friends. Not only did she feel amazing, she also felt whole once more. It was a good feeling, seeing as her father would now look at her with pride. --- Watching the girl run outside, a sense of foreboding ran through Clary. Something was strange, not quite right about her. But, seeing as something wasn't quite right with Clary herself, who was she to judge? And why had the girls father purposely messed up her first marking, knowing it would bring her pain? It was something she would find out in due time. Though, not right this moment. Lost in thought, Clary didn't notice that Adele, her daughter, had wrapped her small arms around Clary's legs. Looking down at her daughter, Clary smiled. This tiny girl was hers and Jace's entire world. [color=#66ff99][size=10]December 23, 2021: Los Angeles Institute Selene shivered as she silently made her way through the Los Angeles Institute. Over a decade ago, many of her and the Carstairs family members had been slaughtered and turned into dark Shadowhunters. Even now, a shadow covered the once happy place. At the moment, it was only her and Arthur, Selene's father, staying at the Institute, the others called off for Shadowhunter business. Even Jonathan, who was the same age as her, had gotten to go with his family to check on the distress call up in the New York Institute. At the though of New York, Blaise jumped into Selene's mind. They hadn't seen each other in months, but would often video chat via Skype. Unlike her, Blaise had grown in size, around six-feet at the age of fourteen, while she stayed in the lower five-feet range. But, her body had filled out in other ways. Her breast were starting to become rounder, perkier, but still remained small. Selene's body was also starting to become curvier. Helen, her cousin, often called her: “Their little fairy”, even if she, herself, was part fay and not Selene. Quickening her steps, Selene entered her room. It was a small, yet comfortable, space. Her computer screen also had a message box popped up. Walking over too it, her face brightened when she read the message that had been sent to her only about three minutes ago: Dec 23, 2021: Chat Connected[ Blaise: Hey Selene, how r u 2day? :) Selene quickly replied back: Selene: Good, and you? Blaise: I'm okay, just got back from Demon hunting. Nothing big. Wish you could have came with Jonathan and every1 else. Selene: Same, it's really lonely here with just me and dad. Maybe I can come next time? Blaise: Ya, hopefully. I miss you. Tell Arthur “Hello” for me. Selene: Will do, up for a video chat later tonight? Blaise: Sure! Cant wait to see u! Selene: Alright, see you later tonight! Logging off for now to do some training. Blaise: Bye! See u later! Selene has logged out Blaise has logged out Chat Disconnected Selene couldn't help but blush. Most of their chats were brief like that, lasting only a few minutes at most. But, their video chats could sometimes last for hours. Those hour long chats were what Selene looked forward too when it came to the end of the day. Doing as she said she would, Selene picked up one of her chakhrams and began to expertly spin it before lettering it go. With a whizzing sound, it lodged itself deeply into the practice board. The mark was clean and precise, no margin of error to be seen. Hours of practice had made her a master with the weapon. This went on for a few more hours until her computer made a dinging sound. Eyes wide, she quickly changed into a velvet shirt that said: “I ♥ New York”, which had been a gift from Blaise, sent to her though the mail. She also put her hair into a neat bun, held into place with a pencil. Finally, she sat down in her chair and hit “Accept?” for the Skype video chat. Blaises face popped up in front of her. “Hey Selene!” He said happily. “Hi Blaise.” She replied. And just like that, they became absorbed in their conversation. It wasn't until 4 AM that they called it quits for bed. When each had finally closed down their windows, Selene made her way to her bed. Laying down, she stared up at nothing until she finally fell asleep. [color=#66ff99][size=10]November 17, 2022: Los Angeles Institute Tears burned at the edge of Selene's eyes as her father looked down at her, face cold as stone. He'd been arguing with her for the past hour, trying to make her do something she didn't want too. Eventually, he did want any Shadowhunter parent would have: He put Selene in her place. “I just cant understand why you don't want the Carstairs boy as a parabatai. Our families have matched up in pares for generations! I had a Carstairs parabatai, my brother had one, even your cousin, even if we shouldn't be talking about her, took on a Carstair parabatai!” “But father! I already have someone in mind to become my parabatai!” “Who? The Lightwood boy you're so fond of? You are too good for him!” This, Selene knew, was untrue, but she didn’t interrupt her father again, in fear that he may punish her more. “You will take Jonathan Carstairs as your parabatai or so help me God, I will make sure you never, ever, see Blaise Lightwood again.” With a sharp intake of breath, Selene was barley able to squeak out, “Yes sir.” A smile came to her fathers face and he gave a approving nod, “I will tell the Carstairs that the marking will take place tonight.” When the time came for the marking, Jonathan gave her a sweet smile, stele in hand. Together they must choose matching places on their bodies for the parabatai rune. The only place it never went was over the heart. For that reason, Selene was unsure. After a few moments, they decided to put the run on their upper right arms. A common enough place. Selene was please with where the marking would be going. It wasn't an intimate place, and for that she was grateful. Together, they began to draw the rune on each other. It only took a few minutes and then they were done. Jonathan smiled broadly at her. She smiled weakly back. They were now bound together stronger than blood, stronger than family, stronger than friends. Brother and Sister joined together by an invisible tether in the fighter against evil. After the marking, Selene fabricated a telltale about being tried and escaped to her room. Once there, she sat down at her computer screen and stared blankly at the screen. Eventually, like near the end of every day, a Skype video message popped up: “Accept?” and like every day, she did. Coming face to face with Blaise, tears began to stream down her face. Blaise was quite, letting her cry without interruption. After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, she was finally able to get it together and explain what had happened. Selene look at Blaise's face, which was like stone. For a few more minutes, they just looked at each other. Then, finally, he smiled and said, “Everything will be okay,” only, Selene knew it wouldn't. Nothing would be the same now. [color=#66ff99][size=10]September 27, 2024: New York Institute |
| Something sharp hit Selene across the cheek, sending her flying into the wall. Her head made a sickening sound when the two met. Pain enveloped her and stars danced behind her eyelids. Suddenly, she was lifted into the air by strong arms. Not the arms of the demon they'd been fighting, but the arms of Blaise. If it wasn't for the fiery pain the jumped around inside her head, she would most likely enjoy being held like she was at the moment. “Selene? Selene! Can you hear me?” She mumbled something relatively close to, “Yes” but sounded closer to “Yrrrsh”, no doubt a bad sign. “Just gotta get you somewhere safe and I'll get a healing rune on you. Don't go to sleep on me, you hear?” But her eyes were already closing, her breathing becoming shallow. It felt as if something inside her head was moving around, which it probably was for all she knew. There was no more pain, only a numbness. If Selene had to guess, her cheek bone was broken due to whatever had hit her and her skull was broken as well thanks to the wall. What a mess she was in. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Blaise sat her down on a patch of grass. If Selene had to guess, they were somewhere in Central Park. She hadn't been in Central Park in years. “Alright Selene, get ready, this might be a little painful.” Healing runes weren't meant to be painful. They numbed and lighten and, of course, healed. If she was going to be in pain, she must be in a pretty bad state. When Blaise's stele touched her skin, pain began to blossom as it was drawn. Selene wasn't one for screaming, but she was about too. When the pain became to much, whimpers escaped her lips. “It's alright Selene, I've got you, I've got you. Just have to give the rune time to stitch everything together.” At that, he put her head on his shoulder, so that they were chest to chest. When the dizziness passed, Selene opened her eyes. Everything was steadier now. “Don't ever do that to me again, not ever again Selene,” Blaise murmured into her ear. Heat was suddenly all over her body. Not a bad heat, but a good one. It seemed to radiate from her to Blaise. Gasping, his eyes became glazed as he looked down at her. His lips were slightly opened. She wanted to kiss him, but she held herself back. When the heat was gone, something began to blossom in her left breast bone. Blaise seemed to feel it as well, because he pushed her away enough to lift up his shirt. Muscle upon muscle rippled like water as he did. After a few moments, a dark rune could be seen over his heart. It was a parabatai marking. Only, it seemed to have a faint illumination to it, a sort of shimmer that wasn't there one moment, and there the next. Only, when it did have the illumination, it was in the shape of angel wings. Gasping, Selene pulled up her tattered shirt, not caring if he saw the outline of her small breast inside the lace bra she wore. The same marking was over her heart. With the two of them this close, an invisible tether could be seen, connecting the two of them. “Blaise, what have I done?” Her voice wasn't scared, but in awe. “I don't know Selene, but we have to keep this between us. We have too.” Looking up into Blaise's eyes, she saw a fire burning in them. A protectiveness, but also something else beneath that. Something hidden. Something he didn't want her to see. The way he looked at her brought blush to her cheeks and all she could do was nod in agreement. If anyone found out about what she'd done, they'd want to know how. Only, she didn't know how. Whatever had happened, people would look at her like a freak if the found out she had two parabatai when some didn't even have one. No doubt those that did have one, but had lost him or her would look at Selene with hatred. They'd also take her away from Blaise if the found out, because it wasn't hard for one to figure out she loved him. As if reading her thoughts, he brought her into a friendly, yet protective embrace. Selene no longer felt any pain and couldn't help herself from wrapping her arms around him like he did her. For the moment, she just enjoy his comfort presence, and even if it was just an embrace between friends, it would always be so much more to her. |
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