Not for the first time, he asked himself what he'd been thinking. What happened to staying out of shadowhunter business? He'd been so resolute against the idea. Yet as soon as he got the note from Starkweather, he'd run to the Institute. For free. Keeping a professional air would have at least given him an excuse. So what did he do?
He not only healed a nephilim... he stayed at the bedside all night even when it was mostly for comfort and not for healing purposes. Not that he didn't try to help with the fevers and fits. The clouded blue eyes and cries of names had stung like needles into his heart. All people he was not. But why should she call his name? She likely didn't even remember his name.
Sinking down into his sofa, his eyes closed and his fingers idly slid through the silken fur of his cat's head. The Chairman purred softly against his chest as he dallied in intense questioning of his own thinking. No good ever came from Downworlders helping Shadowhunters. They tended to get used as much as they could be before they were kicked to the curb. And that was if they were lucky.
He was so deep in his irritated pity party that he didn't hear the buzzer at first. Not until the Chairman jumped up and ran. Blinking his eyes open, he frowned at the ceiling before rising to his feet. Rubbing his hand into the spiked mess of hair on his head, the jeans and t-shirt ensemble were really only for apartment lounging. He'd not been expecting anyone. So.. he gave to fancy as he growled over the intercom. "Who disturbs the high warlock?!" And didn't they have anything else better to do than drive him insane while he was supposed to be sulking.
What was his last thought? Right. What was so special about the hunter that he ran to save her. And then a flash of dark hair and dark blue eyes ran through his head. He loved the combination. But when the note came to him, what rushed up in his mind was her voice. The first time he heard it... declaring it wasn't his fault he was born. Of a demon. Oh, if she only knew what demon.
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Date: 2013-06-22 03:24 pm (UTC)He not only healed a nephilim... he stayed at the bedside all night even when it was mostly for comfort and not for healing purposes. Not that he didn't try to help with the fevers and fits. The clouded blue eyes and cries of names had stung like needles into his heart. All people he was not. But why should she call his name? She likely didn't even remember his name.
Sinking down into his sofa, his eyes closed and his fingers idly slid through the silken fur of his cat's head. The Chairman purred softly against his chest as he dallied in intense questioning of his own thinking. No good ever came from Downworlders helping Shadowhunters. They tended to get used as much as they could be before they were kicked to the curb. And that was if they were lucky.
He was so deep in his irritated pity party that he didn't hear the buzzer at first. Not until the Chairman jumped up and ran. Blinking his eyes open, he frowned at the ceiling before rising to his feet. Rubbing his hand into the spiked mess of hair on his head, the jeans and t-shirt ensemble were really only for apartment lounging. He'd not been expecting anyone. So.. he gave to fancy as he growled over the intercom. "Who disturbs the high warlock?!" And didn't they have anything else better to do than drive him insane while he was supposed to be sulking.
What was his last thought? Right. What was so special about the hunter that he ran to save her. And then a flash of dark hair and dark blue eyes ran through his head. He loved the combination. But when the note came to him, what rushed up in his mind was her voice. The first time he heard it... declaring it wasn't his fault he was born. Of a demon. Oh, if she only knew what demon.