I regret to inform you that this page will be deactivating as the admin/Clary hasn’t been here in over a week. Alec and Jace are the only two active characters and that is not enough to sustain a proper RPG.
All is not lost, however!
Heidi and I have created our own Circle Era RP that can be found here - should that interest you.
If not, thank you for following me, it was fun while it lasted. If I ever come across an open role for Jace in the future I likely won’t be able to resist picking him up.
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Before the Uprising the families we know and love from The Mortal Instruments were barely adults starting out with their own ideals and morals. They experienced love, loss and many things in between.
In a society that is changing, but not changing quickly enough, the youth born into that generation hold the power. Those that have have the ideas, and the drive, will prosper and Valentine is a man with many of them. It’s not simple enough to just say what you believe in anymore.
Will you take a stand?
TAKEN | RESERVED | OPEN
- Valentine Morgenstern
- Lucian Greymark
- Jocelyn Fairchild
- Maryse Trueblood
- Robert Lightwood
- Amatis Greymark
- Stephen Herondale
- Hodge Starkweather
- Michael Wayland
- Céline Herondale
Just reblogging this here in case anyone might be interested.
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Alec was going to respond to what Jace had begun to say, but he’d been caught off guard completely by one word: Mancandy.
Mancandy?
He blinked rapidly, finding himself breathing quite heavily, before smacking the back of Jace’s head. Hard. Pressing his lips in a firm white line he gave Jace an ice withering look — a look that he could not hold onto. Alec’s face broke into a small, almost secretive smile and some sort of half-embarrassed yelp of sound came from the back of his throat. He was absolutely and utterly humiliated at the thought.
He buried his face in his hands for a moment, trying to wipe the ridiculous grin from his face and the redness from his cheeks. “No one,” he began imperiously, “is anyone’s… candy.” He could barely speak the word. “By the Angel, Jace.”
Alec had meant to sound a little more furious at that, but his tone came out in exasperation. He sounded agonized instead. He assumed his parabatai would take the opportunity to laugh at him.
“I am going on the trip,” he added, decisively. “And don’t act like you and Iz — and, for Angel’s sake, even Clary — don’t need babysitters sometimes. You can do a lot on your own, more than me, but you’d still jump off this roof if I dared you to.”
He wanted to keep Jace around for a much longer time, but that wouldn’t work if Jace ran off half-cocked and did things that put his life in far more mortal danger than they all already needed to be in. Not only that, Jace had a tendency to push all the wrong buttons. It was endearing to Alec, but it certainly got him into a grievous amount of misfortune with others that failed to find him charming.
“For that…” Alec promptly smacked the back of his head once more.
Jace flinched as he took the full force of Alec’s smack. The sound reverberated off the roof. It was a solid hit and by the Angel, it hurt.
No, Alec hadn’t liked that at all.
Jace worried for a moment that he might have succeeded in making his friend legitimately angry. It wouldn’t have been the first time as Jace was inclined to run his mouth and Alec was inclined to take offense at the smallest perceived slight. It wasn’t Jace’s fault Alec was so damn sensitive.
Jace was already devising his apology when Alec’s facade began to slip. Crisis averted, Jace thought as he saw the barest hint of a smile tug at his friend’s lips. Relief washed over him. Jace hated when Alec was mad at him - and he liked grovelling even less. He watched with amusement as his parabatai buried his face in his hands. Jace snickered at the sight. I didn’t mean to offend your sense of conventional propriety, my friend. Another clever remark crossed his mind but he kept his mouth shut, deciding that he’d scandalized Alec enough for one night. There was no need to push his luck. It was best to stop while he was still ahead.
“I’m going to miss you. Even if you aren’t anything more than a glorified babysitter,” Jace grinned.
Whereas Jace had been prepared the first time, the second smack caught him completely off guard. He even hadn’t seen his friend rear back to hit him. Jace was rarely caught unaware and he marveled at the realization. This was why he didn’t drink. Shadowhunters should never let themselves be incapacitated - they couldn’t afford to be weakened in time of emergencies. Jace rubbed the back of his head, knowing that it wouldn’t lessen the throbbing sensation. He wasn’t sure he’d deserved that.
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Resisting the urge to ask Jace how exactly he’d managed to stay alive all these years, with that attitude, Alec dismissed the idea of a rune to survive falls. It was possible that Jace was right, but it was more likely that he was thinking of his girlfriend making one. The thought had passed through Alec’s head as well.
Clary had a rather awe-inspiring gift. She wasn’t as physically strong as Jace was — which was truthfully insane to comprehend anyway — but she seemed to be able to see these brilliant new things in her mind and have them come to life.
Runes. They were older than time and Clary defied that all. Alec could still remember when she put the fearless rune on him. That was something he never wanted to repeat.
He let out a soft sort of sound, it sounded a lot like ridiculous. Alec just didn’t want to go home from a trip and find things even crazier than before. Though, there probably was a fairly good chance of just that happening.
“You have that look again,” Jace said disdainfully. “The one you get when you think I’m about to do something like jump off the roof of a building to prove a point.” The fact that Jace would’ve considered doing such a thing under the right conditions was irrelevant.
Jace suspected he knew what his friend was thinking. He placed a hand on Alec’s shoulder and met his gaze. “You can’t protect us from everything, you know. Izzy and I will be fine without you here, oh Wise One.” Alec was the oldest. It was natural for him to look out for his family. But Isabelle wasn’t a little girl anymore, and Jace wasn’t the ten year old boy he had been when he was first placed under the Lightwood’s care.
“By the Angel, if you use us as an excuse to hide in the Institute instead of running off with your mancandy I will be very upset with you.” Jace paused. “Or are you his mancandy?” He half expected Alec to hit him for his insolence.
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Alec fought the instinctual urge to groan. He almost doubted that Jace would even hesitate unless he didn’t have the confidence that he’d be fine after such a sharp fall. He, personally, wouldn’t even bother entertaining that thought.
“Let’s try not to get ourselves killed,” Alec suggested and nearly reached out to pull Jace closer to him. He didn’t bother. Jace wasn’t that stupid. — Well, he had his moments, but he liked being alive. “Whether we survive or not isn’t so much a question as whether we’d be able to even walk again.”
They had hard shells, battle gear and runes, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t die. Dying was the disturbing thought on Alec’s mind that he’d been trying to get away from.
“Your girlfriend would probably like if you had full function of all your limbs,” he murmured, looking down to the bottle and taking another sip. Soon, he’d be pleasantly buzzed. It didn’t take much. He didn’t drink and the bourbon was strong and spicy in his mouth. “I assume you would as well.”
“Maybe there’s a rune for it,” Jace said offhandedly. There were runes for all sorts of things. Runes existed for healing, to increase strength or endurance, to make one move silently. And if there wasn’t a rune for it, Clary could probably create one. She was handy for things like that.
Shadowhunters had been using the runes from the Gray Book for centuries. The runes had been given to them by the Angel. Nephilim didn’t create them - it wasn’t supposed to be possible. And yet, Clarissa Morganstern, with no formal training or knowledge, defied that.
“You’re right about that. Clary would be ticked. She’d probably take it out on you,” Jace said with a lackidasical grin. The little redhead could be fierce when she was of a mind for it. Jace had witnessed it firsthand. And that was to say nothing of what Isabelle might do. ”In any case, I don’t intend to find out.”
Alec worried too much. Jace had more sense than to throw himself off the roof - tempting though that prospect might be at times. If he wasn’t careful he was going to go prematurely gray.
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Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
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If it had been up to Alec, he would have asked for a little less adventure. Adventure seemed to be kicking their asses, rather than thrilling him, if anything. He cocked an eyebrow up at Jace’s words and promptly rolled his eyes, holding back an audible sigh.
“I am,” Alec began to point out, reminding Jace in the process, “drinking with you on the top of the Institute. A place where the two of us could easily fall, break our necks on the pavement below.” He took the moment to glance down towards said pavement and wrinkled his mouth uncomfortably. He sighed and added, “There’s certainly no fun in that.”
If Jace truly was a cat with nine lives, Alec thought to himself, he had likely already used up eight of them.
Jace craned his neck to look over the edge at the street below. It was a long way down. Shadowhunters’ training was rigorous and all encompassing. They learned how to kill and tie tourniquets, but they also learned how to fall. He knew from personal experience that he could survive falls from 20 or 30 feet easily, but they were up at least 100 feet. It was enough to make even Jace Herondale hesitate.
“Are you sure? We’re made out of sturdier stuff than most. The fall might not kill you.” Ordinarily, Jace was eager to prove others wrong, but this time he suspected his parabatai might be right. Alec was forever reminding Jace of his mortality. Memento Mori. “If we were to fall of the Institute whilst drinking, I think that would be a prime example of natural selection at work…”
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Coping
Jace was inside his own head when Alec looked up again. He supposed, there had been a lot to think about. He kept forgetting that he wasn’t the only one going through this entire ordeal. Jace had things he was going through all on his own. Things, Alec was sure, he didn’t even know about yet.
Alec had never met anyone like Jace in his life. Jace was, solely, the most incredible, talented and bright Shadowhunter he’d ever known — and he consistently told himself that he had to be at least something to be paired with him. Jace, over the years, had tested his bravery, strength and speed. His parabatai had made him a better Shadowhunter and they fought better than most together. Where Jace was incredible at close contact, Alec could shoot his bow and arrow quickly and efficiently from afar. Jace’s energetic and enigmatic nature brought Alec out of his shell and he liked to think that he brought his friend from the edge of spiralling out of control. They were, he thought to himself, two sides of the same coin.
As Jace spoke, Alec had to admit it sounded a little more than melodramatic, but Jace was always melodramatic. He knew that didn’t make what his parabatai said any less true. Perhaps, he wouldn’t have if he didn’t have Magnus in his life, but he would have still trusted his friend without any doubt. Jace didn’t lie. He told truths and that utter and real honesty was something Alec depended on.
He felt the smile tug at his lips again. He could leave. It wasn’t as if things would fall to hell without him. Jace and Izzy didn’t always need him, but this was a new chapter in his life and he wondered if he needed them. No, he always would need them, this just wasn’t anywhere Jace or Izzy could follow. Nothing they could guide him through.
“Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone, will you?” Alec asked pointedly. “We’re all aware you’re like a cat with nine lives, but that doesn’t mean you should use them up,” he said, his lips forming a thin white line across his serious face.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jace asked. Trouble had the tendency to follow Jace around like a lost puppy. Jace wasn’t sure if he was even capable of staying out of trouble. A grin spread across his face and his eyes sparkled with mischief. It was in Alec’s nature to be fiercely protective - and patonizing. Sometimes Jace just couldn’t help himself. “What’s life without a little adventure?” The question was absurd. Shadowhunters lives were fraught with danger. If anything they needed a little less excitement. Jace knew that. Simply being in Alec’s presence had taken the edge off. Or maybe it was the alcohol. In any case, Jace’s mood was much improved.
They had no way of knowing what would come next, but Jace desperately wanted to believe that the worst of it was over. It had to be. Valentine no longer posed a threat to the Clave, and Jace had killed Sebastian with his own hands. He could still picture the look of surprise on his almost brother’s face as he fell to his knees. By banding together and forging a Downworlder-Shadowhunter coalition, they had survived the onslaught. Now that the dead had been laid to rest they were expected to pick up their broken pieces and move on.
Life was more than just surviving from one catastrophe to the next.
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Coping
Alec wouldn’t say as much, but Jace’s approval meant a lot more to him than he’d ever express. It wasn’t just Jace. He wanted approval from all the people around him. It just wasn’t a realistic request. Maybe Jace and Izzy were accepting of him and… who he was, but he knew his parents and the other Shadowhunters around them would never really approve.
He longed deeply for his father’s approval more than anything. Alec had kissed Magnus in the Glass City before they battled because he had been positive that he wouldn’t come out of it alive. Because… if he had to die, he wouldn’t die a coward in hiding. Because he ached for that kiss and because he loved Magnus. It wasn’t going to be important to anyone else because all of their lives had been in danger. His parents were still in mourning. His father had said nothing and his mother had given him silent acquiescence.
It wasn’t as if he could change that about himself and he had spent such a long time fighting it. Alec spent his whole life fighting his true nature, because the things that he wanted were the things he shouldn’t have wanted. The things he didn’t need to be told not to want because everything around him said it. It was only recently he really, truly, began to accept these things about himself. That maybe it wouldn’t be okay to others, but it needed to be okay to him to at the very least be happy. And he deserved happiness, didn’t he?
Magnus opened doors to his world that Alec never knew existed.
Alec nodded to Jace, after a moment. “Yes,” he told Jace, his voice coming out a bit awkwardly. He knew his parabatai would never ask anything too personal — nothing he’d be unwilling to answer — but still his heart pounded a little harder even speaking about this. Travelling. With Magnus. Everything felt deeply personal in his private world.
A small secret smile came to Alec’s lips and he looked down to his hands. He’d never be able to say the things others could say to him. Inside, he was screaming: I’m in love. I love him and he loves me too. Isn’t that amazing?
“We’ve never seen outside our own world,” he said prudently. “And it’s come to my awareness that there is much more out there.” Pausing, he started thoughtfully, once again. “Clary showed me that too. She’s very… strange.” But that strangeness was engaging and intriguing — and it came from that world out there.
Strange. That was a word for it - but she was so much more than that. She was brilliant, and stubborn, and lovely. Jocelyn had done right to hide her daughter’s existence from her husband. Jace couldn’t help but feel that Valentine ruined everything he touched. The experiments he had performed on his own sons was evidence enough. Clary had been affected but she wore none of the scars Jace carried from his upbringing. He had thought the damage had been irrevocable but he was beginning to think otherwise.
“I can’t imagine my life without her - I don’t care if that sounds melodramatic. It’s true.” Jace wasn’t in the business of doing anything halfway. He loved her with his whole being, incapable of doing anything less. But his affections didn’t consume him as his father had taught him it would. Jace was all the stronger for it. His response to her was involuntary, his life divided into before Clary and after. It was as if he had been stumbling in darkness, completely unaware until she had crossed his path. She had lit his world on fire.
Jace clapped his friend on the back. ”Go see it all. We’ll be here when you get back,” he told him. Jace managed to restrain himself from making a joke about defending Alec’s honor. He suspected Alec wouldn’t find it quite as funny as he did. Alec was the level-headed one, the glue that kept Jace from falling apart. He deserved a reprieve. Our lives are too short to waste time.
They hadn’t talked like this in ages. Another lifetime ago, it seemed. Before Jace’s world had been turned upside down, before the reckoning in the glass city. He had only just regained his footing and there was a long journey still ahead of him.
In someways, Jace supposed, it had been another life. After all, Jace had died on the sandy beach of Lake Lyn - his heart ceased to beat, soul unbound from his body. Valentine had plunged the Mortal Sword into his chest. When Clary had related the night’s events to the Clave she had not disclosed one detail; that out of unlimited opportunity, she had implored the Angel to bring him back from the dead. They had agreed together that it was best to keep it secret. There seemed something fundamentally wrong about the ordeal. Jace tried his best not to think about the implications, that he was hiding something this big from the Clave. And from Alec.
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