“Or is he?” Jace asked softly. The velvety murmur was worse than Isabelle’s snapping or Alec’s frustration, and he still hadn’t looked away from Simon. “Have you had dealings with demons, little boy? Walked with warlocks, talked with the Night Children? Have you – ”
“Did you run out of alliteration?” Simon interrupted. “ ‘Night Children’ – what is that, vampires, probably, could you not think of any verbs beginning with v? Verbalize, vent, venerate, vacuum – that’s a good one, have you vacuumed with vampires – ”
When Simon Fray follows a blue haired boy into a storage room, he has no idea how weird his life is about to get. Mortal Instruments rewrite/fanfiction.
Chaotic good, autistic, agender (she/her), disabled. Massively into myths, wild for worldbuilding, picky about prose. Far too fond of puns. Pagan hopepunk.