This plot bunny has been chewing at my brain for a while. I hope you guys like it. Please Review!
I stand in the library of the institute, looking down at the bodies of the woman I used to love and y useless daughter. A noise behind me draws my attention but im not worried, I had already won the battle, though soon to come was the war. I turn and my heart leaps into my throat. I had known that my daughter's friend was... attractive, from the few pictures I had of her interactions through her life. But nothing could have prepared me for this. Pretty wasn't a word I could ever use to describe him. Beautiful? Yes. Delicate? Yes...Mine? Without question.
My eyes roam over his unconscious form, taking him in. I frown at the sight of the bruises marring his cheek and temple, anger clouding my vision. The only one allowed to mark him is me. I clench my fists and walk towards the shadow demon holding him, taking him in my arms and clutching him to my chest. A wave of warmth washes over me as his head rests on my shoulder, soft breaths tickling my neck, and I smile as I walk toward the west wing. The west wing was a secret part of the Institute that few knew about. It was made specially for the leader of The Institute and held far more comfortable and modern living quarters than anywhere else in the building. And only the best would do for my little one. My angel.
I set him on the large bed, brushing a lock of golden-brown hair off his forehead and really look at him for the first time. Even in sleep his features are drawn, tense. Like he's experienced and seen to many horrors in a short amount of time, and, I look back, that was probably what had happened. Such beauty was never meant to have been through what he had. I frown. Despite belief I don't want complete power or chaos. I wanted Shadow-hunters and Down-worlders to live side by side without trying to kill each other. A small sigh escapes me and I place a small kiss to his temple before standing. I walk towards the large bathroom, shedding my clothes as I go and only quickly washing away the blood and dirt on my skin before pulling on a pair of shorts and returning to the bedroom with a bowl of soapy water and wash cloths. Cutting the clothes from his body I sneer, promising myself that he would never again wear thing like these rags again. When the last of the grime is wiped from his pale skin I wrap him in several blankets and join him beneath the covers, letting him curl into me. I feel him nuzzle his nose into the crook of my neck and smile, stroking his hair and rubbing a hand up and down his back. I fall asleep more at peace than I had been in years.
Next, Simon wakes up and they get to know each other a little.{ After a bit of a freak out of course} ;)