The Infernal Devices and Mortal Instrument Roleplay discussion

America smiled a bit. "You just called yourself beautiful," she pointed out. "And deadly."

Xavier doesn't smile when he says 'Yes, i did'.

He really doesn't like it here, America thought. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed.

Xavier instinctively squeezes back. They are lead through the vines made of silver and the lush green paths. Fae watch them unabashed, each one more beautiful than the last. Some leer at America and Xavier almost growls as he puts a protective arm around her.

America stepped closer to Xavier as some of the fae looked at her openly. Everything here was unreal and delicate looking, yet she couldn't wait to be away from the other creatures.

They are lead into the heart of the crystal and earthy palace. The throne room is emaculate, fit for royalty only. It's beauty is cold however, much like the queen herself.

America shivered as she examined the room. High ceilings, beautiful decor, but it put her on edge.

Sitting on green crystal stone is the Queen. She is astoundingly beautiful, it hurts to even look at her for too long. But Xavier knows the darkness that surrounds her heart. The Queen has long silver hair like moonlight and her features are sharply perfect, every movement is elegant, unfortunately her eyes are a dark midnight blue with gold around the iris and golden flecks. They match Xavier's almost exactly, Xavier hates this fact, he wants no part of her. Thier faces hold the same beauty, although Xavier's is far more masculine.

America's eyes finally found the queen, and she immediately felt inadequate. She was stunningly beautiful and had eyes a much more interesting shade of blue than America's navy ones. America felt drowsy as she watched the queen.

The Queens gaze turned to Xavier and a smile breaks out over her face. Xavier has to force himself not to flinch. 'My son, my prince of angels, to what do i owe the pleasure of your company?'

America was confused. The queen seemed to genuinely love Xavier.

Xavier knows the Queens smile may seem genuine, but he could never forget the pain she had caused him. The whipping had been so very painful, but the worst part had been seeing her face, calm and cold as he has been beaten and whipped before her. She cared for his power, nothing more. Xavier's expression is blank when he says 'You know why i am here, your people keep stalking me, under your order it would seem'.

America felt the coldness seep into her bones as she squeezed Xavier's hand. She studied the queen's blank reaction, and determined Xavier's statement wasn't out of the ordinary around here.

The Queen regards Xavier with what Xavier knows now to be greedy and evil eyes. Then she turns her attention to America, she looks the girl over and Xavier stands closer to her in a protective way. It had been a mistake to bring her here, the Queen would use her against him.

America glanced at the ground, the walls, just anywhere the Queen wasn't.

Xavier's jaw clenched and his hand around America's gets tighter, 'Leave her out of it, Queen', the Queens eyes sparkle with intellect, the Queen is no idiot, Xavier knows he has made a mistake. The Queen says in her sing song velvet voice, a voice that had caused more suffering and death than Xavier could comprehend, 'I am your Queen my prince, my son, you must call me by what i wish, you are my son and i am your...', she wants him to say it, Xavier lifts his chin defiantly, the Queen smiles again at his attitude 'Call me by my true name, call me by what sons call the ones who give them life, if not, then i will take away your companion'.

America found her voice. "Not likely!" she said. She pulled away slightly from Xavier and stood up straighter. America looked directly in the Queen's eyes, unblinking.

Xavier surpreses the urge to wince as America makes some kind of attempt at defiance. Xavier says 'Fine....Mother' he spits out 'just leave the girl, i will kill anyone who touches her' Xavier looks the Queen in the eye unwavering and says 'You know i will'.

America decided if Xavier was calling her his mother, she really shouldn't be talking rudely to her. She pressed her lips together.

The Queen glares at Xavier, Xaiver can't help but be glad of the reaction he had caused, he still stands protectively in front of America.

America highly doubted the Queen was going to stop sending the fae after Xavier. In fact, she found it hard to believe he thought talking to her would work.

Xavier knows it is hopeless, that the Queen would never stop, she's ruthless and never ending, two very bad traits in an enemy.

America fiddled with the top of her skirt, waiting for the Queen to finally say something. It was very unnerving to just have her staring.

The Queen raises her chin regally and says far too casually 'Hold her' she snaps her fingers and 5 guards head over to America. Xavier snaps then he takes out his blade and moves closer to America, 'touch her and i will end you' he snarls.

America reached up to take the sheathed serpah blade from her blonde hair. She mentally played out the scenario: Five highly trained Fae that had been around for centuries and have infinite backup against Xavier and herself.

Xavier hates the fact that he will have to do it again but he does, he uses his fae ability to speak inside America's mind "Take my hand and i'll get us out of here using magic".

'Magic?' America thought, torn between terror and excitement. Regardless she reached for his hand.

If the Queen had been expecting it then she would have used her own power to stop him, but she knows how much he hates using it so when America takes his hand he grips onto it tightly, he says the words 'kazpaderi' and his eyes glow brightly, the next minute they are ouside the institute. Only he, having the powers of a prince, could do such a thing.

America watched as the Institute swam into focus in front of her eyes. She blinked a few times to adjust. "Wow," she said. It's the first thing that came to mind.

Xavier turns to America, his eyes stop glowing abruptly, 'I apolagise America, that went...differently to how i imagined... sort of' he says.

America shook her head. "So I take it she won't be leaving you alone?" she said. 'The Queen I mean."

Xavier laughs wthout humour and says 'No, i imagine not, she's most likely very angry about me escaping with you'.

"Why didn't she stop you?" America asked. She'd been wondering that. "She certainly has the power."

'She knows i hate using my power, i a prince so im the only one with anywhere near as much power as her, she was just caught off guard though' says Xavier.

Speaking of his power, America asked, "If you're part fae, you can't lie can you?" That must have been awful.

'No, but im an expert at bending the truth' answers Xavier, and he was, he'd needed to be.

"You'd have to be," America figured. "I find it laughable you've never been able to lie. Even about something trivial like... if you had a good day or something?"

'Well thats easy to ivade, i can just say that my day was alright considering it could have been worse, ro something like that' Xavier replies distractedly, he steps closer to America, he touches her face lightly 'I apolagise again for everything America, but it was nice to have someone with me for once, someone on my side'.

America bit her lip and looked at Xavier hesitantly. She took a step towards him and threw her arms around him.

Xavier gripped America tightly and leans his forhead against hers softly.

"I'm sorry you felt like you were alone," she said quietly. "But now I'm here, and I won't leave, all right?" She looked intently into his eyes.

Xavier looks down into her eyes, his own flash with gold, he feels strangely attached to her, he doesn't know if its the fae part of him or the shadowhunter.

America watched his eyes glint in that odd way they did and smiled a little.

Xavier doesn't smile back, America unsettles him in a way he doesn't quite understand.

America let go of him and stepped back. She tucked a piece of behind her ear while she looked down. "Um."

Xavier just watches her intently.

America glanced up at him and blinked at his intense gaze.

Xavier reaches out to touch her but stops, 'strange' he murmers to himself still looking at her.

"What?" America asked him curiously.

'You... Your just...' he trials off unsure of how to finish, Xavir looks America over again slowly.