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π’Άπ“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’π“‰π“‰π‘’ ([personal profile] onlycareaboutshipping) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-08-24 09:40 am

Grab your pictures

the shipping picture prompt meme

SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.



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creatio: (lxii.)

[personal profile] creatio 2016-10-15 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He puts his arm around her and Clary can't help but lean into it. It's far more comforting than any words she's heard recently, than any of the empty assurances that have been placed in her path. She knows it's wrong to let herself be soothed by his touch, but her heart continues to be traitorous. There's nothing she can do. ]

Will I?

[ She doesn't want to. That's the awful part, Clary doesn't want to move on. She wishes she did. Sometimes she lays there at night and aches because she needs him with her. The phantom weight of his hands in her hair, the memory of his lips. Her stomach always ties itself into a sick knot, shame and weakness carving out a space in her that might never really be filled again.

She can't tell him that.
]

Like you're angry? [ She's seen him furious. But now he just seems tired. ] I wish we could just go away. I don't know, work this out. There's never enough time.
wayward: (108.)

[personal profile] wayward 2016-11-28 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't have to tell him that. Jace knows, because he feels it too. The accusation his father had leveled at him when he'd still worn Michael Wayland's face eats at him. Shadowhunters mate for life. Would he ever feel this sort of adoration for anyone other than Clary? Would the desperate longing for her ever fade? He hasn't found a way to outrun it. He doesn't know how to carve this out of himself. ]

I wish...

[ Jace's wishes are many, and they're all futile. His hand squeezes her shoulder tightly, anchoring himself there. ]

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

[ He wants to kiss her. He wants to lay down with her and sleep, if only to forget for a few hours before reality came to drag him back. But he doesn't feel like he can voice any of that. It's weakness. He can't drag Clary down that path with him. ]