Post by Alec Lightwood on Mar 22, 2015 20:01:20 GMT -4
Alec felt sophicated in his own home. It was his parents who made him feel like that. Max was dead and Alec was the son gone wrong. Alec's dad didn't have any more chances besides with chance but none of his own kids. Alec left his house after his father asked him what turned him gay. his father planned it on Magnus. Robert never liked Magnus but now he didn't like him even more.
Alec would've gone to Magnus' house but Magnus was busy being the high warlock. So, Alec made his way to the park where he sat on the bench and watched people interact. At least here most people didn't walk up to random strangers. Here he was able to be a lone and think to himself, something he didn't get to do a lot. He thought about his relationship, he thought about Max, he thought of how he was gay.
No amtter how much he thought about things his problems didn't seem to be going away. In fact, his problems felt ten times worse. He wanted everything to go away but that clearly wasn't going to happen. These things would always stay the same and Alec wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Post by Cherri Rollins on Mar 22, 2015 22:11:32 GMT -4
On the more frigid nights, Cherri rented cheap motel rooms. Now that her cash flow was thinning (being a barista at a local cafe didn't draw in big bucks), if the temperature tipped fifty degrees, she camped out in her car. Currently, it was parked by a heavy, trickling fountain, freshly thawed and bubbling with joy as spring peeked through the high tree tops.
The young girl's hair was swirled back in a knotted bun, and held in place by a beige pony tail holder. Her hair was so heavy that a few loose strands hung in front of her face in long, loose waves. She looked like any ordinary teenager in Central Park, besides one tiny detail: she was alone.
It wasn't usual to see a teenage girl, strolling down a knobby, cobblestone pathway without a herd of girls or a boyfriend at her side. Women traveled in packs in these parts - it was just the safe thing to do.
So what was an average sized girl doing, wandering with a clear soda cup filled with ice coffee and lazy eyes, slitted against the streaky light that poured through the trees. She inclined her head out of curiosity toward the man seated on a bench, several feet away, and her thin lids flickered. Lightwood, her mind registered. She averted her gaze and stirred her mocha iced coffee diffidently.
Post by Alec Lightwood on Mar 24, 2015 19:19:37 GMT -4
Alec felt eyes on him. It was the same feeling he felt when he kissed Magnus in front of everyone. He turned to see who the girl was and why she was looking at him. He didn't recgonize her. Maybe she was just day dreaming toward his direction.
Alec went back to thinking but he still felt odd about the girl. Eventually he just pulled out his phone, that was until he remembered it was dead. He shut it off and looked at the grass in front of him. He was trying to ignore the girl.