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Jun 8, 2018 12:17:41 GMT -5
Post by Jonathan Morgenstern on Jun 8, 2018 12:17:41 GMT -5
we are the keepers of their destiny Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings? 
Memories started to flash through Jonathans head as he was resting. It was almost a day since he got revived and the very moment he was breathing things went totally wrong. The moment his heart started to beat. He received air inside his lunges his mother got banned back to Eden. Well, she wasn't his real mother but her blood was running through his veins. The demon-blood that was going to be through his whole life. She gave him another change, and at the moment the explosion happened, he grabbed Clary and pulled her away. Disappearing just in time before the explosion took them away.
Thanks to the explosion, they could escape and the only place he could hide away was his apartment. His apartment he used as Sebastian. A place that no one knew about except for Isabelle. Isabelle was the only person he felt good with. While it was just an act, he did help her get off the yin fen. Something not many people would have tried or done. At least that was what Jonathan thought. It helped him get inside the institute, but of course things didn't go as planned. He sent his father through a portal and killed a shadowhunter. Till there it went well. Until the unfortunate day happened. The moment he got stabbed by Jace. The pain was still there and once that image happened again, he got up out of his thoughts screaming of the pain. "AHHHHJonathan screamed. He looked around as he saw no one around. It was just him on the couch while Clary was in his bed.
Sitting up, he wiped the sweat off his face as he sighed. He was still trying to see what he was going to do. His father dead, his mother dead, his demon mother banned into Eden. It was just him and Clary, and he wasn't going to risk them to get exposed. He was sure that was something that Clary also didn't want. So taking a moment to breath in and out he grabbed something to drink and took a few sips. Trying to fight the tiredness. The nightmare was going to repeat, even if he wanted it not to happen. The stab felt real. Something he could not get out of his mind.
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▲ ❝ I pray that God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. ❞
It's Complicated
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Post by Clarissa Fairchild on Jun 8, 2018 19:24:52 GMT -5
heroes aren't always the ones who win.
they're the ones who lose, sometimes. So much had happened in such little time, and it feels like just yesterday she was sitting before the board of the art program she wanted to join. It felt like just yesterday she was kissing her mother and getting more out of her eighteenth birthday then she would have thought. To think, she had always believed that she was mundane, that her life was normal, that her father was dead. And then, everything was turned on its head – and sometimes it was too much to swallow. She found out she was a Shadowhunter, lost her mother and got her back only to lose her again; she found out her father was alive and even that she had a brother. She fell in love – twice – and even sentenced to death. And now, her family and friends thought she was dead, she was connected to her brother through whatever Lilith marked her with, and now she was pretty much locked up in the apartment that Jonathan had brought her too.
Having just been brought back from the dead, he was acting a bit different. He had saved her life, whisked her away before the explosion claimed both of their lives. But now, everyone believed them to be dead, which both was good and bad in its own right. Technically, Jace broke Clary out of jail from the Clave, and because of that, she was probably wanted by them. But on the bad side, she couldn’t exactly talk to her friends – couldn’t talk to Jace. Though, she agreed. She was sure Jace was trying everything to get a read on her, using the things she left behind at the Institute to find out if she was alive or not, wanting to believe the former rather than the latter.
It had been a day since it all happened, and here she sat, on the bed in the apartment that she had been brought to. Her arms were wrapped around herself, legs pulled to her chest, as she stared at the door that separated her from her brother. Her chest burned, fingers itching at the bloody fabric that hides the mark that Lilith left, a rune that bound her life with her brother. Clary’s heartbeat was the only reason that Jonathan was alive, that and their father’s bone and a dark ritual that brought him forth. Clary and her friends attempted to stop the resurrection of her demon-blooded brother, and while that didn’t happen, at least, Lilith was banished back to Edom. Her finger rubbed against the bloody shirt, wincing as she touched the mark that was carved into her skin. Unlike the runes, she placed upon herself with her stele; this hurts the most. It would most likely scar, unlike the ink like tattoos that littered her skin.
Her head snapped up at the sound of a male scream from outside of the bedroom, the sound of it the man that was her brother. Unlike Clary, if he went outside the walls of this apartment, no one would recognize him. No one had seen the true Jonathan Morgenstern, except for her. Thinking that her brother was in trouble, she jumped into action and grabbed the handle between her fingers as she pulled it open. She peeked out, noticing that her brother was out there alone, sitting up from the couch before removing himself and making his way to his kitchen. Standing in the doorway that separated the bedroom from the central area, she remained quiet and watched the man that was her brother for a few seconds. She knew she would get caught eventually, but she wouldn’t be the first to talk. [googlefont=Muli] |
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Jun 9, 2018 2:59:09 GMT -5
Post by Jonathan Morgenstern on Jun 9, 2018 2:59:09 GMT -5
we are the keepers of their destiny Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?
Jonathan's life wasn't what he was suppose to have. Born from a mother's love. Jocelyn and an experiment from his father, Valentine, made him into the person that he was right now. Sitting on that couch. His demon-blood taking control after his birth. Meaning he was dangerous. Even the smallest flowers took their death when he touched it. Meaning he was not going to be a normal kid at all. While the years grew, so did his powers and his mother got scared of him. No mother love was happening anymore and in the end, Valentine took him away. In a fire accident as people thought. Once there he was locked in a cabin. Experimented. He was nothing more than a test subject. A rabbit locked inside a cage and being tested. No escape.
Just like Jace was. Who was also raised as Jonathan. Both young boys. Both trained for later. The change to do something good. The fact Valentine had plans for them. It was all part of the one thing he wanted. The mortal instruments. A way to make shadowhunters and take down the demonic world. It might not have always been good, but his father did care for him. It was why he was happy to have received a blade at the age of eight. Trying to make his father proud he murdered a werewolf and skinned him for the pelt. It was all he wanted. Attention and love from his father, but since his age grew, so did the murdering. It was that time Valentine was truly scared and banished him to Hell. A place called Eden, where he met his Demonic mother Lilith. The very same demon that made the ritual work with Clary and himself. To survive, to get reborn. It just took her out and back to hell. The place he knows perfectly well. The place that made him cold and heartless. The fire was strong and once freed, it made it cold around Earth.
Looking up from the drink he had in his hand, he took another sip. The pain was still fresh in his body. He touched his chest as he could feel the rune that bonded him with his sister. The sister he never knew, and later found out. It was probably a gift to meet Clary. The only living family member, but things were complicated. They were both presumed dead. He had his true form, so no one would know it was really Jonathan. Sebastian was gone. It all felt like a puzzle that needed to be solved. Something that his mind was not going to do right now. The pain and the nightmares of the stabbing were hunting him and resting was surely not something that was going to happen at all. Not now, not ever. Lucky the anger rune on his neck, helped him to stay calm. It was then that he noticed Clary standing in the doorway. He took another sip as he gave a soft smile.
"You should rest, sorry if I screamed you awake." he said. He was for so many months Sebastian that he was still having his accent and charming style. He wondered if that was ever going to change. He guessed it wouldn't. Looking again back at Clary, he sighed. There she was his sister. Connected by a rune, and he was there standing like he didn't want to be close to her. He was pissed at his dad, he was angry at Jace, he was disappointed that stuff happened the way it went, he was sad that he never grew up with his sister, and mother. All the emotions were going through Jonathan's head, but he wasn't going to break. That was something his demon-blood was going to let happen. It was time for revenge, to the people he cared about. The person that stabbed him to death and the female that distracted him.
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▲ ❝ I pray that God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. ❞
It's Complicated
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Jun 9, 2018 8:22:28 GMT -5
Post by Clarissa Fairchild on Jun 9, 2018 8:22:28 GMT -5
heroes aren't always the ones who win.
they're the ones who lose, sometimes. Clary had always thought it was just her mother and her, from the very start. She believed that her father had passed away, a military man and that she was the single child of their union. Learning that was a lie, that her mother had told her all this to hide the past from her, had hurt. Learning that her father – the monster Shadowhunter named Valentine – was alive and well, and then learning she had a brother on top of it. It had been like a slap in the face, but not as much of a slap as it was ripping her heart out when she learned that Jace was her brother – or was made to believe so. When Valentine revealed to her that Jace was not, in fact, the brother that she had, but that he was still out there somewhere, she took it pretty hard. She had been dating Simon at the time, and she desired the man that she still deeply cared for. That was why Simon had broken up with her; it wasn’t that she didn’t love Simon, it was just that she felt connected to Jace. Learning that Sebastian, the guy that saved Izzy, was actually her brother and Jace had killed him.
Now Sebastian – or rather Jonathan – was alive and well, standing just a few feet away from her. It was her life force and their father’s bone, as well as a handful of mundane’s death, that had brought her brother back from wherever he was sent to. Being demon-blooded, Clary didn’t know where people like him went in the afterlife. She was supposed to be dead, placed on death row by the Clave, and now here she was, standing here alive with a burning rune on her chest, hidden beneath blood and cloth. They were connected, not just by sibling blood but by the same heartbeat that pounded in her chest. If only her mother could see her now, maybe she was right. Perhaps the Shadow World was too dangerous for a naïve girl like her, or maybe she was wrong – maybe this was her destiny and always was meant to happen.
‘You should rest, sorry if I screamed you awake.’
Clary’s eyes snapped up to meet his own; his voice was slightly different from the way she knew him to talk as Sebastian. They looked different, presented themselves slightly different and didn’t sound the same at all. Her brother was lucky; he could walk out into the sunlight and be a person because no one would recognize him. Clary, however, was unable to do the very thing she wished she could. They needed to stay hidden, to let the people she cared about believe she was dead. It was the only way they would both survive this mess. She shook her head, “I was already awake,” she said as she removed herself from where she stood and took a few steps into the room, arms crossed over her chest. Plus, she didn’t trust the man before her – sure, he was her brother, but that didn’t make him any less evil. Maybe he could change, perhaps she could help him with that, but for now, she knew that the rune that connected them was only helping her survive whatever Jonathan had planned. He was back from the dead, probably thirsted for revenge against those that killed him – against her. [googlefont=Muli] |
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Jun 10, 2018 3:10:38 GMT -5
Post by Jonathan Morgenstern on Jun 10, 2018 3:10:38 GMT -5
we are the keepers of their destiny Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?
There was no reason for him to distrust his sister. At least not for now. She was only trying to help right now. He helped her and visa versa. Something he did not believe right now. The stories of his father, how his sister was. How his mother was. Most were a lie and he never thought about it. The fact his heart told something different. It felt like his father wanted to tell those stories. To see the emotions. The eyes that turned to a black hole. The demon powers that activated. It was a blessing for his father, and for Jonathan it was sometimes a curse. Not that he didn't mind the powers, he was just always angry. The blood was strong and burned like fire. The fire that also was in Eden the hell. Burning full of warmth. The warmth that wasn't love at all.
Looking up as Clary started to speak he sighed a bit. "Hard time sleeping hmm?" he said as he saw her getting closer to him. Grabbing another glass he poured some water in it as he gave the glass to Clary. "Here drink some water." he said. Jonathan couldn't be angry at his sister. All he wanted was to feel the love from his sister. From a family. All he had was gone. His father murdered and his mother was also dead. The only thing that represented him right now on the earth was the red haired girl in front of him. The girl who was born as Clarissa. Her heartbeat was the same heartbeat he felt. The bone from his father and many mundane blood made him alive again. Something he never thought could happen, but it happened. They were connected on a different way then only blood. They were connected by the same heartbeat. He would do anything to protect her now. If she was ever going to die, he would die too. He just didn't know if things went the other way around.
Putting up a kettle with water, he stared at his sister. "Clary.... we never talked about what happened. Not yet..., but I think we should." he said. "You are the only thing that is left from the family for me." he said. His words were sincere. There was no anger right now that told her that. He really wanted to talk to her about it. The things that happened. For the first time it was just Jonathan that wanted to speak and not Sebastian or the demon-blooded brother that people saw. This was Jonathan. Jonathan the brother that wanted to be there for his big sister. After a few minutes the kettle started to whistle as he grabbed the kettle. His hand feeling the heat burning his hand. It felt great, even if it was madness. It was the little thing that he earned. All the time when he was in Eden. The burning flames. It made him miss the warmth, and burning his hand made him think back to Eden. "I got a cup of tea for you if you want?" he asked as he poured two cups of tea. One for her and one for him as he sat down at the table.
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▲ ❝ I pray that God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. ❞
It's Complicated
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Jun 23, 2018 15:06:44 GMT -5
Post by Clarissa Fairchild on Jun 23, 2018 15:06:44 GMT -5
heroes aren't always the ones who win.
they're the ones who lose, sometimes. Clary’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest as if she were the only comfort she could bring herself. The only reason she was still here was because of the Clave believing her to be dead, and that was the best thing for her now. After having postponed her own execution by their hands and breaking out of prison, she was technically a fugitive. Her ‘death’ was the only thing keeping them from hunting for her still. It was also keeping her brother alive because from what she gathered from the rune that pulsed on her chest with each breath; they were bound. Her death meant his and vice versa unless of course, she was mistaken. There were probably still ways to be found by Shadowhunters, but with them believing that she was no longer alive, she doubted it would come about. Unless Jace – oh Jace…she prayed that he wasn’t hurting over this.
Jonathan questioned if she was having trouble sleeping, and with a simple nod of her head, that was all he got out of her as she brushed a strand of curly red hair behind her ear. She probably looked cold the way she had her arms, but she didn’t care. She was keeping her hands to herself, keeping her body in one singular location just in case she needed to attack. She observed as the blonde male before her started filling up the second glass with water and held it out towards her. She looked at it for a second, before slowly her hands reached out and shakenly took the glass from him. She didn’t drink it, not right away at least. Watching him closely, she moved towards the stool that sat not far away from where he stood, though it was across from him. Slowly, she sat down and placed the water in front of her, putting her hands on either side of the cold glass.
She looked down at the glass, at least, until her brother began speaking about talking about what happened. Though, his final words were that it should happen, not that it will in that singular moment. There was nothing really to talk about was there? They were connected, and there was no changing that, at least, she didn’t think there was. They were tied together by blood and heart; death would be only the beginning for both of them if one of them fell under a blade. She swallowed, “I agree—we do need to talk,” she breathed out as her gaze rose from the glass to his own. She could see so much of Valentine in the boy before her, but she could also see bits of her mother. While people always said that she was the spitting image of the fiery Shadowhunter named Jocelyn, the boy before her held some similarities as well. You could tell that she was Jocelyn Fairchild’s son, but also that of Valentine Morgenstern.
She found herself lost in thought for a few seconds until the very kettle that he had placed on the burner began to whistle. She jumped slightly, her eyes scanning the room before snapping towards where Jonathan had moved towards, grabbing the kettle and two mugs he returned to her. “Yeah—yeah sure,” she breathed out when questioned if wanting a cup of tea. She watched him move towards the table with both mugs and slowly slipped from the bar stool, leaving the cup of water forgotten on the wooden bar. She sat herself down at the table as well, though a bit away from where her brother sat. “Not only do we need to talk about what happened…and this—” she started as she pulled her hair away and revealed the red mark to him, “—We also need to talk about protection. Even though it technically looks like we died, I wouldn’t put it past the Clave and some people to assume nothing until we know for sure. We need a protection rune that stops people from being able to track with personal belongings and blood…I had a vision of one, but I need a stele.” [googlefont=Muli] |
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