Time in Deerington seemed inconsequential for the hunter of shadows, had it been one, two, four days since he arrived? Life moved without purpose or direction ever since Alec was pulled from his world into this one. Without family, his parabatai, or the institute what was the point? Feeling beyond melancholy, the young shadowhunter sat in a chair in his place of living when he first caught sight of it. A blur in his wall. A blur he chalked it up to the lights playing tricks on him, and his desire for action beyond the day to day monotony.
However, the blurs became a pattern, became a problem. They began to stop looking like blurs, but like shapes of people, or were they demons moving through and along his walls. Being who he was, one night after having enough, Alec got out his bow and began to shoot arrows at the dark shadows (it was his job after all), blowing holes in the walls of his new place-- a flash of light, then a bang, and a new hole would appear.
"Get back here, you son of an angel." He swore, frustrated that they'd always crawl away or melt into the wall at the last moment.
Running outside his living space, he banged on the door of the tenant next door, and ran inside when he answered, seeing a shadow melt through the wall immediately the second he's inside.
"See that? Stop it. Someone stop it." He begged. Racing forward, Alec grabs for it, and looks back at the other person to see if there's any help or recognition incoming.
II. WASH AWAY THE MADNESS. PURGE THE SIN.
Floating. Floating. Alec is dressed in all white and floating. He must be dreaming, and yet no matter how hard he pinches himself, he feels it every time. The shadowhunter could have sworn that he was somewhere else a moment ago-- was he at his neighbors, or across town gazing down into a puddle of water. Now, somehow he's drifting down to the ground in a room that's so white it hurts his eyes. It's more terrifying than facing the shadow, because he was born to chase shadows. Not light.
Almost immediately upon touching the ground he notices not only that he's not alone, but that he has no shadow. What's he to do in a world without shadows. As part angel, one would think that he would fit into the light, but it feels foreign and fake. Everything is surreal, and Alec can't help but question the base of his sanity as a dog appears before him. He glances at his partner in weirdness, and then back at the dog.
"I think that it wants us to follow it..."
III. Wildcard
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Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters
Time in Deerington seemed inconsequential for the hunter of shadows, had it been one, two, four days since he arrived? Life moved without purpose or direction ever since Alec was pulled from his world into this one. Without family, his parabatai, or the institute what was the point? Feeling beyond melancholy, the young shadowhunter sat in a chair in his place of living when he first caught sight of it. A blur in his wall. A blur he chalked it up to the lights playing tricks on him, and his desire for action beyond the day to day monotony.
However, the blurs became a pattern, became a problem. They began to stop looking like blurs, but like shapes of people, or were they demons moving through and along his walls. Being who he was, one night after having enough, Alec got out his bow and began to shoot arrows at the dark shadows (it was his job after all), blowing holes in the walls of his new place-- a flash of light, then a bang, and a new hole would appear.
"Get back here, you son of an angel." He swore, frustrated that they'd always crawl away or melt into the wall at the last moment.
Running outside his living space, he banged on the door of the tenant next door, and ran inside when he answered, seeing a shadow melt through the wall immediately the second he's inside.
"See that? Stop it. Someone stop it." He begged. Racing forward, Alec grabs for it, and looks back at the other person to see if there's any help or recognition incoming.
II. WASH AWAY THE MADNESS. PURGE THE SIN.
Floating. Floating. Alec is dressed in all white and floating. He must be dreaming, and yet no matter how hard he pinches himself, he feels it every time. The shadowhunter could have sworn that he was somewhere else a moment ago-- was he at his neighbors, or across town gazing down into a puddle of water. Now, somehow he's drifting down to the ground in a room that's so white it hurts his eyes. It's more terrifying than facing the shadow, because he was born to chase shadows. Not light.
Almost immediately upon touching the ground he notices not only that he's not alone, but that he has no shadow. What's he to do in a world without shadows. As part angel, one would think that he would fit into the light, but it feels foreign and fake. Everything is surreal, and Alec can't help but question the base of his sanity as a dog appears before him. He glances at his partner in weirdness, and then back at the dog.
"I think that it wants us to follow it..."
III. Wildcard
[If there's anything else you'd like to do, please feel free to give it a whirl. I'm more than happy to do Break My Chains, if someone desires it. Feel free to PM me at this journal if you desire anything. ]