Stay Away From Me Can I Believe
Build A Fortress
And Shield Your Beliefs
Touch The Divine
As We Fall In Line
When I Don't Trust
All Your Theories
Turn To Dust
I Choose To Hide
From The All Seeing Eye
-Muse, City of Delusion
He never dreamt, whether it was a byproduct of the demon blood, he didn't know and he supposed it was a good thing because he never ended up dreaming of monsters and things that would make children run to their parents' room crying like the weak and fearing useless babies that they were.
Not that he would run to his father's room anyway if he could dream about such things, the idea of Valentine comforting him and chasing away the monsters in the closet with a baseball bat almost made him laugh with the absurdity of it all.
All he saw was darkness, pure black space that no light existed, nothing like the screams and death and blood like others thought he would be fantasizing about. No, there was only the dark, monotonous and lifeless. No sweet dreams or terrifying nightmares, just darkness.
Then out of nowhere, after almost seventeen years of seeing nothing but the black emptiness in his sleep, he was (to say the least) surprised that he started to have dreams of sweet, bright smiles and milky, pale skin of a particular pretty female Shadowhunter.
It was ridiculous and unnecessary and impossible because the sound of her laughter and the way she just constantly sparkled made things start to come alive in him that was so disgustingly human, he could puke at the very idea.
In fact, the very sight of her made him sick because he knew he'd be dreaming about every detail he could memorize later on.
The said girl didn't help matters when she frequently flirted with him (probably because she was the only male in the house that wasn't her brother or she didn't think of as one) and he wanted to bang his head on the wall until his brains emptied his skull because it would probably stop the revolting and mortifying feelings she was inspiring in him.
And that just confirmed the severity of the situation even more, feelings weren't acceptable for someone like him, they simply wouldn't do.
Even more when he would end up waking up in the middle of the night, his thoughts muddled with very unnecessary thoughts about her.
It was intolerable and made a good course of action severely important.
So with much disgruntlement, he started thinking of how to get rid of this predicament.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'What the hell? What happened to Raphael/Isabelle or Alec/Isabelle? Sebastian/Jonathan? What?'
I...um...Sebastian/Jonathan invaded my head and kicked out Raphael who instead of trying to break in again decided to just take a vacation over to some place that's selectively not sunny, Alec's off somewhere with Magnus, not in any particular mood to have incest with his sister, and I'm a Hermione/everyone shipper in HP so I guess for Mortal Instruments it's the same thing for Isabelle.
Currently, Isabelle's being chased around in my head by Sebastian/Jonathan whose intent isn't exactly on just having a 'chat'.