alec :

@trescharmant​ ,      “    no    one    made    me.     i    made    me.   “

there  was  a  lot  to  admire  about  philippe  de  lorraine.    the  way  he  seemed  to    COMMAND  A  ROOM    being  among  them.    it  was  the  first  thing  alec  had  noticed  about  him.      all  eyes  had  gravitated  towards  the  blonde  designer  moments  before  they  first  met,    his  own  gaze  following  suit  and  unable  to  waver.    at  the  time  it  seemed  a  miracle  that  alec  was  the  face  philippe  chose  amongst  a  crowd.    they  haven’t  known  each  other  long  and  yet  he  cannot  already  imagine  life  without  the  other  in  it,  in  any  capacity.    friend,  lover,  perhaps  more.    their  relationship  still  evolving  with  alec  eager  to  see  where  it  will  end  up.    

the  party  of  one  of  philippe’s  designer  friends  continues  inside,  whilst  they  have  made  their  way  out  onto  a  balcony.    conversation  between  them  far  easier  than  it  was  with  anyone  else.    words  fall  like  breath.    if  the  other  requested  that  alec  lay  his  soul  bare,  he  would.    it  was  both  exhilarating  and  terrifying  knowing  what  power  philippe  was  gaining  over  him.    things  were  light  and  flirtatious  for  awhile.    their  fingertips  ending  up  intertwined  between  sentences.    then  the  conversation  took  a  turn  towards  something  more  serious.    FAMILY  &  PERSONAL  HISTORY    [  …  ]      the  lightwoods  were  anything  but  perfect,    but  alec  knew  his  family  would  always  have  his  back.    even  through  the  rough  patches.  when  asked  about  his  family,  it  didn’t  seem  like  philippe  shared  that  same  sentiment.  

the  question  already  lingers  in  the  air.  it  was  too  late  to  take  it  back,  but  he  wishes  that  he  could.  maybe  this  was  all  too  soon?  perhaps  they  should  keep  things  between  them  light.  maybe  this  would  never  go  BEYOND  FLIRTATION,  even  if  he  wanted  it  to.  alec  is  patient  and  when  answer  is  given,  doesn’t  even  think  to  push  for  elaboration.  it  wasn’t  his  business,  right?    “  i’m  sorry  i  shouldn’t  have  asked.  “      the  hand  that  doesn’t  continue  to  hold  onto  philippe’s  runs  through  raven  locks,  shaking  his  hair  nervously.        “    that  is  one  of  the  things  that  i  admire  and  noticed  about  you.    your  strength.    not  everyone  has  it.    and,  you  know,  i  like  who  you  are.  who  you’ve  made  yourself  to  be.    a  lot.  “  

philippe    had    dreamt    about    having    alec    lightwood    on    his    arm    at    that    event    for    weeks    and    that    was    one    strange    notion    considering    the    artist’s    personality.    he    was    the    type    of    man    who    never    needed    anyone    by    his    side.    having    to    share    any    of    his    prestige    and    spotlight    did    not    seem    appealing    when    you    worked    that    hard    your    entire    life,    all    by    yourself,    to    get    exactly    at    the    impressive    place    where    you    find    yourself    right    now,    a    place    where    a    skinny    blond    teenager    from    the    north    of    france    would    never    get    to.    but    with    that    american    boy,    his    heart    had    chosen    to    work    on    his    own    accord.    for    once,    someone’s    company    had    become    more    valuable    than    being    well-liked    and    respected    for    his    work,    for    once    getting    to    know    someone    and    becoming    close    to    him,    seem    to    be    like    the    biggest    dream    philippe    would    ever    achieve.    ❝    oh,    please!    you’re    allowed    to    ask    me    whatever    you    like.    i    just    …    ❞    there    was    a    lingering    sigh,    thumb    rubbing    the    back    of    alec’s    hand    as    his    free    arm    was    placed    against    the    balcony.    

    ❝    i’m    afraid    i    don’t    have    any    beautiful    stories    to    tell    you.    ❞    he    confesses    at    last.    cerulean    hues    would    forever    stare    at    alec    with    warmth.    philippe    would    always    have    a    sort    of    understanding    and    patience    towards    the    other    that    no    one    else    could    ever    have    from    him.        ❝    i    became    a    designer    all    by    myself.    i    got    to    paris    seven    years    ago    with    a    slot    at    la    sorbonne    and    twenty    euros    in    my    pocket.    i    guess    you’re    right    when    you    say    i’m    strong.    but    i    didn’t    have    any    other    choice.    ❞    it    warmed    his    heart,    knowing    that    a    man    like    alec    admired    him.    not    in    the    way    he    constantly    starved    on,    not    for    power    or    influence.    but    because    his    affection    was    already    precious    to    him.        ❝    you’re    special,    alec    lightwood.    i    never    tell    anyone    such    thing.    but    you?    i    think    i    could    spill    my    heart    out    to    you    right    now,    and    i’d    even    thank    you    for    that.    ❞

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𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙 ​:

stomach  feels  as  if  a  marching  band  is  using  his  insides  for  practice.      sometimes  tongue  gets  away  from  him  and  moments  that  should  be    KEPT  SILENT    are  replaced  with  embarrassing  remarks.    THIS  WAS  OVERSHARING          [  …  ]        but  he  couldn’t  exactly  help  it.    philippe  makes  his  mind  a  little  fuzzy  and  alex  was  attempting  to  hint  at  something.      trying  to  be  smooth  instead  of  forthright  with  his  feelings.    saying  ‘hey  i  would  actually  like  to  share  this  metaphorical  bed  with  you’  probably  wouldn’t  come  off  as  romantic  as  it  sounded  in  his  head.    bottom  lip  is  scraped  against  top  teeth  as  the  other  continues  to  keep  attention  elsewhere.    drumstick  is  twirled  between  fingertips,    gaze  looking  from  lap  to  peer  at  the  handsome  guy  in  front  of  him.    the  movement  of  hand  stopping  at  other’s  admittance  to  never  having  been  on  a  date  before.    alex  almost  didn’t  believe  it.    not  that  there  was  anything  wrong  with  it,  just  …  philippe  was  daydream  and  thought  consuming  handsome.        “      you  think  i’m  cool?  “        boyish  smile  cracks  along  expression.      not  the  most  important  thing  here,  alex.        “      i  mean,    no  one  is  just    ONE  THING    and  i  happen  to  find  art  pretty  cool.      i  could  never  draw  like  you  do.    “        the  blonde  inches  forward  some  in  his  chair.    “    i’m  not  really  …      EXPERIENCED    in  the  dating  department  either.    no  uh  hot  boyfriends  here,    but  maybe  there  could  be…  i  mean  if  you  wanted  to  uh  …  you  know  go  on  a  date  with  me?  don’t  feel  pressured  or  anything.    i  just  would  like  to  get  to  know  you  better.  “  

    it    was    surreal    to    think    that    alex    mercer    even    knew    that    he    existed.    he    was    the    drummer    of    sunset    curve,    and    well-liked    by    almost    everyone    in    that    school.    philippe    wasn’t    that    much    of    a    loser    not    to    know    all    of    that,    and    not    so    stupid    not    to    have    been    caught    up    with    the    gossip    of    alex    being    into    boys.    he    once    dated    luke    who    was    also    in    the    band,    didn’t    he?    maybe    they    were    broken    up,    but    that    did    not    mean    the    frenchman    ever    thought    he    could    ever    have    a    chance.    ❝    are    you    for    real?    this    isn’t    𝒂    𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏    𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅    𝒐𝒇    𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆   for    a    tiktok    prank,    is    it?    ❞    cerulean    hues    dared    to    make    eye    contact    at    last.    pencil    resting    against    the    notebook    as    philippe’s    face    lit    up    with    the    most    genuine    smile    one    could    imagine.    he    was    blushing,    so    much    he    could    feel    his    cheeks    burning    red    as    he    nodded    in    response.    ❝    i’d    love    to    go    on    a    date    with    you.    and    get    to    know    you    a    little    better.    i    mean,    don’t    think    i’m    a    loser    …    or    a    creep!    ❞    he    chuckled,    going    back    on    a    few    pages    on    his    sketch    book.    ❝    but    i    once    drew    your    band’s    logo    …    and    you    playing    the    drums.    because    i    think    you    look    really    handsome    when    you’re    doing    that.    i    mean,    i    can    see    how    passionate    you    are    about    music.    ❞

(  𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒙. )    //    @druhmr​​​​  :    ❛   going out on a date is cool and all; but what about simply sharing a bed with someone, listening to music and discovering everything about one another, together.   ❜

  a    timid    chuckle    escaped    through    the    blond’s    lips.    a    slight    shake    of    head    as    philippe    pondered    if    he    should    make    up    a    story    to    seem    cool    enough,    or    if    it’d    be    better    to    just    tell    alex    the    truth.    the    latter    seemed    to    be    the    most    reasonable    choice    and    won    over    the    other.    ❝    both    things    sound    really    cool.    amazing,    even.    ❞    there    was    a    light    shrug    as    he    attempted    to    focus    on    his    sketch    for    a    moment,    black    lead    nervously    scratching    against    the    paper    while    he    avoided    making    eye    contact.    philippe    knew    that    if    he    stared    at    alex    for    too,    he’d    awkwardly    blush    and    give    away    how    attractive    he    thought    he    was.    ❝    i’ve    never    been    on    a    date    before.    nor    have    i    ever    been    that    close    to    anybody    …    not    even    with        a    friend.    cool    boys    in    bands    are    the    ones    who    get    the    hot    boyfriends    and    the    cute    girls    like    clara    parker    to    hang    out    with.    i’m    just    an    artsy    nerd.    ❞

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holding hands????!? being KISSED?!!!?!???????  ’ ‘  i hope your heart heals from all the damage it took over the years.  ’ ‘  my heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something and they thought of me.  ’ ‘  i have hella heart eyes for you.  ’ ‘  you’re cute. i wanna kiss you for a whole hour.  ’ ‘  it’s pretty iconic to like yourself.  ’ ‘  i am so jealous of animals that get to hibernate, like what the fuck, why can’t i just sleep for four months and then return to real life.  ’ ‘  stop feeling sad and acting weird you bitch (the bitch is me)  ’ ‘  i’m still obsessed with you like it’s day one.  ’ ‘  to quote hamlet act iii scene iii line 92, ‘no’.  ’ ‘  i would have a cuter room if i wasn’t a goblin who threw all her shit on the floor.  ’ ‘  on two hours of sleep i’m either way too happy or violently homicidal.  ’ ‘  let’s go on a date and by date i mean lay in bed and make out for three hours.  ’ ‘  alphabet soup. more like times new ramen am i right.  ’ ‘  tbh it’s okay if no one else thinks i’m funny because i think i’m a riot.  ’ ‘  catching feelings is bullshit. i’m just eating french fries, why i gotta think about kissing you? 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i’m paying you to injure me.  ’ ‘  thank you for being the biggest light in my life and saving me from the darkness.  ’

(  @forsakefate​​  )      𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔

    ❝    yeah,    thanks.    i’m    glad    you    like    it.    it’s    only    a    sketch,    though.    ❞    philippe    had    always    found    it    difficult,    being    kind    towards    people    of    his    own    gender.    he    only    tended    to    be    nice    to    girls,    the    ones    he    found    the    prettiest,    mainly.    he    was    also    nice    to    models    who    worked    for    his    company,    because    he    knew    the    industry    treated    them    like    shit.    but    there    was    something    about    the    men    he    knew    to    be    more    attractive    than    him,    that    made    them    beyond    unlikeable    to    the    blond,    even    if    they    were    lovely    enough    to    compliment    his    art    work.    that’s    why    those    handsome    features    and    soft    voice    were    unable    to    unfreeze    that    cold    heart    his.    all    the    guy    got    was    a    smirk,    philippe    did    not    even    look    at    him    directly.    he    was    too    handsome.    that    was    annoying    as    fuck.    ❝    it’s    for    my    next    summer    collection.    ❞    he    shrugged,    as    the    tip    of    his    pencil    continued    to    scratch    against    the    thick    paper.    hopefully    that    conversation    would    die    down    before    it    even    started.    

(  𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒙. )    //    @lucarus​​  :    ❛    you    are    fearless    in    a    way,    i    shall    never    know.    ❜

❝    it’s    not    a    matter    of    being    fearless,    lu.    ❞    afterall,    fear    means    nothing    when    a    loved    one    is    endangered    the    way    luciana    was.    chasing    after    a    dream    was    one    thing,    and    being    naturally    talented    as    she    was,    philippe    would    always    do    everything    in    his    power    to    support    her.    another    thing    was    allowing    for    powerful    people    to    use    her    dream    against    her    and    crush    her    spirit.    ❝    but    do    you    even    see    what    they    are    doing    to    you?    𝒊    𝒉𝒂𝒅    𝒕𝒐    𝒔𝒂𝒚    𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕    𝒊𝒕.    it’s    2021.    how    come    they    dare    asking    of    an    actress    to    change    her    body    for    a    role?    acting    is    about    art,    is    about    being    gifted    …    and    you    are!    you    don’t    need    any    of    that.    ❞    one    artist    tells    the    other    while    gesticulating    and    walking    back    and    forth    in    that    room,    just    as    the    blond    always    did    whenever    he    was    upset.    ❝    what    do    you    say    we    launch    a    collection    together?    we    can    totally    do    this,    lu!    that    will    save    you    time    and    will    make    us    money    until    you    get    a    role    that    is    worthy    of    you.    ❞

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 :

𝚊   𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛   ;                        the   worry   for   his   boyfriend’s   health   precedes   any   eagerness   to   show   him   every   inch   of   the   city.                  isabelle   and   the   rest   of   the   family   were   also   anxious   to   finally   meet   him.               since   the   moment   he   left   france   ,         alec   had   not   been   able   to   talk   about   much   else   but   the   man   attached   to   his   hip.               ‘      i’m   pretty   sure   you   could   take   on   the   world   and      CONQUER   ANYTHING      ,            even   without   me   by   your   side.         ‘                           that   is   one   thing   he   always   admired   about   the   other                                    his   courage.                  an   arm   is   wrapped   around   his   boyfriend’s   waist   ,      pulling   him   as   close   as   is   able   ,         while   they   walk   towards   the   pick-up   area   of   the   airport.      several   taxi’s   wait   for   passengers   to   fill   them   and   so   alec   guides   philippe   and   himself   towards   one.                     ‘         as   you   wish.         today   is   all   about   you   ,         my   love.         i   know   what   you   mean   about   not   being   able   to   sleep.         the   bed   seemed         TOO   EMPTY   .            i   missed   your   smell.      ‘               last   part   is   whispered   towards   lover   just   before   he   pulls   away   and   opens   the   taxi   door   for   him.                  ‘            lucky   for   you   ,            we’re   not   going   to   be   living   that   far   away      ,            so   we’ll   be   in   bed   in   no   time.         ‘         

                                         ❝    well,    you’re    not    wrong,    alexander.    maybe    i    could.    but    the    thing    is,    nothing    i    could    ever    conquer    on    my    own    would    be    worth    it    without    you    in    my    life.    ❞    a    brilliant    and    selfish    artist    only    ever    cared    about    personal    achievements,    glory,    money    and    fame.    how    worthless    all    of    that    seemed    after    he    got    to    experience    what    true    love    is.    he    was    ready    to    live    an    anonymous    life    in    new    york    city,    completely    aware    that    there    was    a    great    chance    his    career    would    die    in    france.    it    was    though.    𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆    𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕    𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑    𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒂𝒏𝒅    𝒉𝒆    𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓    𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕    𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓    in    spite    of    being    exhausted    and    jet    lagged.    ❝    i    missed    your    smell    too.    and    your    warmth.    ❞    head    falls    against    alec’s    shoulder    the    moment    they    get    inside    the    taxi.    heartbeat    racing    as    if    on    their    first    date    as    cerulean    hues    gaze    sweetly    into    his    lover’s    eyes,    a    kind    of    softness    only    he    would    ever    get    from    philippe.    ❝    i    thought    about    you    in    my    arms    every    night    before    falling    asleep.    but    you    always    feel    more    dreamful    in    person.    ❞    a    hopeless    romantic    when    it    came    to    that    man,    that    side    of    the    artist    would    forever    be    the    same    in    alec’s    presence.    ❝    that’s    why    i’ll    be    glad    to    meet    your    family    tomorrow    ...    but    only    tomorrow,    mon    ange.    ❞

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 :

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢    𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍    𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚠𝚊𝚜    𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎    𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 .          something    companies    loved    to    sell    to    uninformed    suckers   ,     like    he    used    to    be.        this    didn’t    happen    everyday.          two    souls    that    complimented    each    other    so    perfectly ,       actually    finding    one    another.       it    never    escaped    him    how    LUCKY     he    was.   answer    to    the    other’s    question    had    been    so    definite ,      because    letting    this    go    would    make    him    an    idiot.        kiss   is    returned    with    passionate    response.    fingers    glide    softly    along    philippe’s    sharp    jawline ,      hand    stopping    to    rest    underneath    his    ear.       he    doesn’t    go    far    whenever    he    pulls    back.    touch    is    too    sweet    and    too    desired    to     abandon    completely   just    yet.        ‘     i’ve    been    thinking    about    that     IMPORTANT    EVENT    [  …  ]       probably    a    bit    too    much.     ‘           laugh    is    breathless ,      caressing    the    other’s    lips.       ‘    are    we    making    this      A    RACE ?      see    who    is    able    to    make    this    event    happen    first?      i   love   a   challenge.  ‘ 

           a    competitive    creature    by    nature,    philippe    couldn’t    help    but    smirking    against    his    lover’s    lips    once    it    was    implied    that    there    could    be    a    sort    of    race    to    achieve    their    common    goal.    and    truth    be    said,    if    there    was    a    single    person    the    artist    wouldn’t    mind    losing    to    in    this    world,    this    person    was    alec.    ❝    you    are    the    love    of    my    life,    alexander.    and    the    only    one    who    can    𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚    𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌    𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓    𝒎𝒆    and    i’d    thank    you    for    it.    but    i’m    not    sure    i    can    allow    for    you    to    win    this    time    …    even    if    there’s    no    way    i    could    ever    be    losing    by    becoming    your    husband.    ❞    sweet    words    came    from    plump    lips    with    ease    once    cerulean    hues    were    before    ocean    blue    ones.    ❝    i    say,    let    the    best    man    win.    and    you    know,    mon    ange,    that    i    don’t    fight    fair.    ❞    there    was    a    playful    smirk    along    with    a    gentle    nip    to    his    boyfriend’s    handsome    cheekbone.    ❝    one    way    or    another,    you’re    mine,    though.    ❞

THE VILLAGE (2004) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ We came here to start anew. We are grateful for the time we have been given. ❜

❛ Everything need not be said with such drama. ❜

❛ It is a warning of doom to come. ❜

❛ Is it possible, in your haste, you have missed the simplest explanation? ❜

❛ Does anyone have further questions pertaining to our immediate doom? ❜

❛ That is the most I’ve heard you speak in many years combined. ❜

❛ I have great reverence for the word ‘love’. It should not be thrown about lightly. ❜

❛ It would be prudent to keep our deal a secret. Can you do that? ❜

❛ We ought not return right away. What shall we do with our stolen time? ❜

❛ Some people, just a handful mind you, give off the tiniest color. It’s faint, like a haze. ❜

❛ Sometimes we don’t do things we want to do, so that others won’t know we want to do them. ❜

❛ Society survives on greed, and desire. Its heart is fed by wants. It has no place for something so untradable and old fashioned as contentment. ❜

❛ There are secrets in every corner of this village. Do you not feel it? Do you not see it? ❜

❛ Are you okay? Your quiet is a different quiet than your usual quiet. ❜

❛ I think it is noble, but I do not this it is right. ❜

❛ May we stop speaking of this? It is putting knots in my stomach. ❜

❛ He’ll come back to make sure we’re safe. ❜

❛ Don’t let them in! ❜

❛ I myself wonder if this simple way of life can go on. If it was meant too… ❜

❛ You are fearless in a way, I shall never know. ❜

❛ How is it you are brave when all the rest of us shake in our boots? ❜

❛ I do not worry about what will happen. Only what needs to be done. ❜

❛ When we are married, will you dance with me? ❜

❛ Why can you not say what is in your head? ❜

❛ Why must you lead, when I want to lead? ❜

❛ If I want to dance, I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak, I will open my mouth and speak. ❜

❛ Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? ❜

❛ What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? ❜

❛ What gain can rise from my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? ❜

❛ I fear for your safety before all others. ❜

❛ And yes I will dance with you on our wedding night. ❜

❛ Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance, I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak, I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise from my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? I fear for your safety before all others. And yes I will dance with you on our wedding night. ❜

❛ One love to sacrifice another love is not right. ❜

❛ There is nothing you can do that would sacrifice my love for you. ❜

❛ It is amazing to witness which two people love chooses to unite. It follows no rules. ❜

❛ If he dies, all that is life to me will die with him. ❜

❛ Money can be a wicked thing. It can turn men’s hearts black…Good men’s hearts. ❜

❛ I tell you this, so you will understand some of the reasons for my actions and the actions of others. ❜

❛ You are a strong one. You lead when others would follow. You see light when there is only darkness. I trust you among all others. ❜

❛ Do your very best not to scream. ❜

❛ Do not be frightened. It is only farce. ❜

❛ There did exist rumors of creatures in these woods. ❜

❛ You are to tell no one in the towns where we are and return with haste. ❜

❛ Are you ready to take on this burden, which, by right, is yours and yours alone? ❜

❛ I am guilty. I made a decision of the heart. ❜

❛ It is too painful! I cannot bear it! ❜

❛ I hope I am always able to risk everything for the right and just cause. ❜

❛ If we did not make this decision - we could never again call ourselves innocent. ❜

❛ The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe. ❜

❛ Do not pretend you do not feel it. There is something in these woods. It turns my stomach to rot. ❜

❛ It is for love that I am here! I beg you to let me pass! ❜

❛ His will to live is very strong. ❜

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒄 ​:

𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜    𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜    𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍    𝚝𝚘    𝚑𝚒𝚖    ,            and    it    could    very    well    be    because    he    loved    them.         the    desire    to    have    a    dog    or    even    a    cat    of    his    own    had    always    been    there.       had    his    parents    allowed    it ,       alec    would    have    been    a    very     PROUD    PET    OWNER     right    now.      then    he    moved    out     …      and    life    got    in    the    way.      it    was    alright    though ,   because       now    he    got    to   experience    having    his    very    first    pet    with    the    man    that    he    cherished.          ‘      inviting ,     huh?       tell    me    more.   ‘           a    playful    smirk    is    sent    in    the    direction    of    his    boyfriend    as    the    blonde    crosses    the    room.   own    smile    deepens    to    reveal    dimpled    cheeks    as    other    kisses    him    and    pulls    back.    never    would    alec    tire    of     RECEIVING    OR    GIVING    kisses    from    and    to    philippe.      ‘     our    daughter ,        i    still    love    the    sound    of    that.      maybe    one    day    we’ll    have    one    with    a    little    less    fur.   ‘         a    meow    responds    to    that ,       as    if     céline    understood.        he    gives    her    another    scratch    behind    the    ears.     ‘   don’t    worry.        we’ll    still      SPOIL     &    LOVE    YOU     as    much    as    we    always    have.       my    day    was    productive    until    this    moment.   perhaps     céline    could    make    room    and    you    can    sit    and    tell    me    about    your    day.  ‘       palm    taps    against    a    free    space    on    his    thigh ,       but    instead    of    moving ,      she    stretches    out    further    along    his    lap.      a    chuckle    falls    from    his    lips.     ‘   or   not.    ‘ 

    a    family    of    his    own    had    never    been    a    dream    of    philippe    until    the    day    he    met    alec.    the    artist    used    to    be    quite    self-absorbed.    having    success,    money    and    fame    were    the    only    goals    he’d    ever    be    willing    to    achieve,    and    all    of    that    seemed    to    be    ridiculously    tiny    as    enamored    cerulean    hues    admired    how    graceful    was    a    white    cat    stretching    on    the    lap    of    the    love    of    his    life.    ❝    i    can’t    think    of    a    single    creature    who    wouldn’t    be    captivated    by    the    beauty    of    your    light,    alexander.    you    are    what    exists    of    most    magnificent.    ❞    he    whispers    to    his    boyfriend’s    ear,    placing    yet    another    lingering    kiss    to    his    jaw.    ❝    we    can    have    𝒂𝒔    𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚    𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔    𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏    𝒂𝒔    𝒚𝒐𝒖    𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉.    we    have    an    eternity    for    that.    ❞    and    the    thought    of    raising    kids    of    their    own    did    not    sound    frightening    or    challenging,    not    while    he    had    alexander    by    his    side.    philippe    knew    he    could    be    his    best    whenever    they    were    together,    even    if    his    best    was    being    a    mediocre    father.    there    was    an    amused    sigh    as    céline    refused    to    make    room    for    him    to    sit    on    alec’s    lap.    ❝    of    all    things,    i    never    expected    i’d    have    to    share    your    attention    with    a    girl.    ❞    the    blond    laughs,    capturing    their    daughter    with    caring    hands    before    he    found    a    room    on    his    favorite    seat,    the    warmth    of    alexander’s    body.    ❝    my    day    was    boring    until    now.    but    i    created    a    piece    i    actually    think    is    good.    ❞    he    tells,    fingertips    scratching    céline’s    back    while    the    other    arm    wraps    itself    around    alec’s    neck.    ❝    new    york    isn’t    that    scary    if    i    get    to    𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆    𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆    𝒕𝒐    𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔    𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔    every    evening.    ❞

robbe + giving sander kisses

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒄 :

@trescharmant​​  ,      *

a    loud    meow    is    followed    by    a    pressure    against    his    legs ,      the    small    creature    demanding    attention.       ‘   céline  …   ‘     any    argument    from    alec    is    cut    off    by    another    meow.      it   would   only   persist ,     so   it   was   simply   easier   to   give   in.      he   lets   out   a   small   sigh   before   pushing   back   from   the   only   desk   in   the   apartment.     a   smile   forming   almost   immediately   as   the   fur   ball    immediately    jumps    up    into    his    lap.      fingers   move   through   the   silky   fur   lovingly ,    scratching    behind   her   ear   every   so    often.     ‘    you’re   just   like   your   dad.   I   CANNOT   SAY  NO  TO  YOU .   ‘      speaking    of   . .     attention    turns    towards   his   boyfriend   as   the    other    walks    in    the    room   to   the   sight   of    céline   curled   up   in   his   lap.     ‘   someone    demanded    that    i   stop   working.  ‘ 

                 one    heart    that    never    easily    softened    was    overflowing    with    endearment    the    moment    cerulean    hues    found    his    beloved    kitten    on    the    lap    of    the    man    that    he    loved.    truth    be    told,    philippe    detested    whenever    anyone    else    touched    his    céline,    and    he    felt    even    more    jealousy    and    hatred    whenever    any    other    creature    came    anywhere    near    his    boyfriend.    however,    noticing    that    the    only    two    creatures    that    he    loved    were    actually    fond    of    one    another    brought    a    sentiment    of    wholesomeness    and    joy    to    the    artist’s    soul.    ❝    i    apologize    on    behalf    of    céline.    𝒚𝒐𝒖    𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕    𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆    𝒉𝒆𝒓    for    wanting    your    attention,    though.    everything    about    you    is    so    …    inviting.    ❞    philippe    places    his    jacket    on    the    hanger    before    making    his    way    towards    where    alec    is    sitting.    genuine    smile    upon    angelic    features    as    he    leans    in,    one    kiss    to    plump    lips    as    hand    caresses    the    fur    ball    comfortably    laying    on    his    lap.    ❝    bonjour,    mon    ange.    hope    you    had    a    productive    day    until    our    daughter    interrupted    your    work.    ❞

(  𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕.  )    //    @haeretik​     :    ❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

    feeling    welcome    and    wanted    were    sensations    unknown    to    philippe.    before    meeting    kai,    all    he    was    constantly    gifted    with    was    the    pesky    feeling    that    his    presence    was    only    required    for    as    long    as    it    was    extremely    necessary.    ❝    are    you    sure    about    that?    ❞    eyebrow    arches    while    arms    are    crossed    right    around    his    chest.    all    he    wanted    to    say    was    that    he’d    love    to    spend    the    night.    why    did    he    have    to    ruin    every    beautiful    moment    that    they    had?    ❝    i    mean,    i    want    to    stay    …    𝒊    𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕    𝒕𝒐    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚    𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉    𝒚𝒐𝒖.   i    just    don’t    want    to    let    you    get    sick    of    me,    kai.    ❞    french    accent    becomes    stronger    whenever    he’s    nervous.    philippe    only    wished    he    did    not    sound    that    stupid.

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒄 :

marriage   &   family   have   consistently  been    a   dream   since    childhood  ,     appearing   more    and    more    like      A      REALITY    with    each    passing    moment    he’s    able    to    call     philippe    his.        ‘    no ,      it    isn’t    lame.   ‘      fingernails    scratch    at    the    back    of    his    neck    as    a    coy    smile    forms    on    countenance.      ‘   well  . .     i’ve     been    telling    people    at    work    the    same   thing.   ‘       even    isabelle    has    made    it    clear    that    they    both    act    as    if    they    are    married    already.     she’s    teased    him    for    not    having    asked    the    question    already ,     but    alec    is    nothing    if    not     A    PERFECTIONIST .       the    moment    had    to    be    just    right    and    both    men    led    such    busy    lives.    when    picturing    the    proposal ,      he    could    close    his    eyes    and    see    them    out    on    a    balcony    surrounded    by    roses    with    the    sun    setting    in    the    background.      it    had    been    difficult    lately    to    plan    such    an    evening.     ‘   marriage …   to   you ,    right?   or    marriage    in    general?   ‘      cheeks    begin    to    heat    up.     ‘   both    are    great.     yeah ,     marriage    is    a    great    institution.   ‘        smooth ,   very smooth …     ‘     i    mean    i    would    be    honored    to    be    married    to    you.   ‘ 

    everything    philippe    wants,    he    gets.    always    the    boy    from    a    small    town    with    the    greatest    ambitions,    never    had    the    artist    possessed    a    dream    as    grand    as    making    alexander    lightwood    his    husband.    working    on    his    own    talent    and    abilities    day    by    day    was    something    that    depended    on    his    efforts    only.    conquering    a    heart    of    gold    as    alec’s    had    to    count    with    a    blessing    from    god    himself,    a    kind    of    grace    philippe    wasn’t    entirely    sure    he    deserved.    yet    considering    his    lover’s    response    and    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆   on    handsome    features,    a    wedding    was    soon    to    unite    their    lives    definitively.    ❝    what    a    valious    piece    of    information,    mon    ange.    some    important    event    might    take    place    now    that    i    have    it    in    my    hands.    i    shall    work    with    that.    ❞    the    blond    smirks,    hand    placed    to    alexander’s    cheekbone    before    a    loving    kiss    was    bestowed    upon    his    lips.

𝒌𝒂𝒊 :

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁:  blood,  freshly  spilled,  singing  to  eternally  damned  soul  like  a  siren  song  before  he’s  even  through  the  door.  Body  tenses  reflexively,  HUNGER  burning  in  throat  like  an  inferno  begging  to  be  quenched,  but  something  stronger,  colder,  nauseating  stills  the  primal  hunger  of  the  vampire  before  it  can  consume  him.  FEAR.  Despite  icy  greeting  he  doesn’t  retreat,  but  words  and  the  sight  before  him  are  enough  to  halt  him  too.  “  I’ve  been  trying  to  call  you  -  you  didn’t  answer.  ”  Explanation  offered  for  his  presence  lacks  the  snarling  bite  that  rises  to  all  others  (  history  of  ostracism  and  scorn  have  made  him  a  SORE  recipient  of  disapproval  and  rejection  )  and  instead  he  is  overcome  with  a  stillness;  grave  and  deadly,  as  eyes  sweep  over  the  battered  lover’s  ailments. “  Who  did  this  to  you  ?  Tell  me  and  I’ll  END  them.  ”  And  now  the  statuesque  air  about  him  shatters,  unnatural  speed  takes  him  to  the  other’s  side  in  an  instant  and  an  incensed  urgency  fuels  his  words  as  hands  reach  for  his  face.  “  I  can  make  it  better  ——  I  can  heal  you.  ”

    a    heart    that's    been    scarred    for    life    should    find    no    room    for    weakness.    no    one    to    ever    cut    it    and    mark    it    should    be    spared.    kai    was    once    the    only    person    to    conquer    philippe’s    reliance,    a    soul    that    attempted    to    survive    while    drowning    in    pain    and    anguish    just    like    his    own.    and    much    more    than    just    that,    he    was    the    man    who    he    dared    to    fall    in    love    with,    the    one    he    admitted    desiring    with    every    fiber    of    his    being.    he    dreamed    of    building    an    entire    life    of    pure    joy    by    his    side,    one    so    different    from    the    ones    they    knew    thus    far    …        yet    the    vampire    chose    to    deceive    him.    kai    was    not    around    when    philippe    was    humiliated    and    beaten,    he    did    not    honor    𝒉𝒊𝒔    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆    𝒕𝒐    𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕    𝒉𝒊𝒎.    trembling    hands,    covered    in    bruises    engulf   the    ones    placed    to    his    cheekbones,    holding    them    with    every    ounce    of    strength    left    in    his    aching    form.    but    instead    of    pushing    them    away,    they    kept    kai’s    hands    right    where    they    were    placed.    ❝    louis    and    his    friends    were    too    drunk    and    too    bored.    i    just    wanted    to    see    my    grandma.    i    wasn’t    welcome.    ❞    if    only    the    look    in    his    eyes    did    not    soften    the    moment    kai’s    cerulean’s    hues    were    found,    he    could’ve    been    able    to    conceal    how    easy    it    was    for    the    artist    to    forgive    and    forget    when    it    came    to    the    heretic,    to    the    man    that    he    loved.    ❝    how?    how    can    you    do    that,    kai?    it    hurts    all    over.    it    hurts    on    the    inside    …    it    hurt    when    you    didn’t    come    to    find    me.    have    you    met    someone    else?    ❞