she’s HIT THE NAIL RIGHT ON THE HEAD; sebastian has learned to do more than just w a t c h death. valentine taught him more than that.
to kill. to slay. TOMURDER.
the dark nephilim has learned to take pleasure in ending the lives of those he kills. it gives him a rush like no other; the sight of blood makes him feel HIGH. there isn’t a thing he truly hasn’t killed for. his father, his name, his own ENTERTAINMENT. there’s no sign of a conscious within his dark mind (by the angel, he’s even slaughtered children ). when he looks upon this girl, there’s INTRIGUE. by now they all know his name.
SEBASTIAN MORGENSTERN, son of the MARTYR. son of LILITH. empty orbs never tear their gaze from her. they grow IMPOSSIBLY dark, slender fingers twitching( oh he wishes to grab phaesphoros & draw some red to color that pale skin of hers ).
“ you would be right, girl. but i do take pleasure in both, “
❛ i have a name. it’s not girl.
it’s allison. ❜
do you hear it? her HEART slamming in her chest? can you hear the way it betrays her at her wrists? her neck? below her breast? she doesn’t think you can. her fingers itch to seek blade seraphic in nature, but fear and common sense paralyze her limbs. she’s heard the stories. the ones about a boy more agile than johnathan shadowhunter ever dreamed. the ones that spoke of movements so PRECISE and SWIFT, they made CHILD’S PLAY out of decapitation.
( and all the stories, or so they’re told, are true. )
there’s a BREAK in her breath. an inhale hitched by a diluted confidence of her own words.
❛ just like you have a name. jonathan. sebastian. whichever.