'She's been through hell and came out an angel.
You didn't break her, darling.
You don't own that kind of power.'
{Shadowhunters}
[Season 1 + Season 2]
Started: 2016
Completed after hiatus: 17/06/22
Story translations available: see last chapter
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~~~•~~~ "Talia."
The young woman froze at the sound of her voice.
Her body filled with a cold sense of dread as Talia's heart began beating through her throat. Alec stopped where he was walking too, his eyes set over her shoulder and she watched as his playful expression sunk from his face.
Slowly she turned and met the older woman's eyes. The eyes that had shamed her for twenty years. The eyes that had held the unspoken truth that Talia had meant nothing in comparison to Clary.
Jocelyn.
Her face now held a look of pain and desperation within the ageing lines of her face. She looked exhausted, Talia could see, but it did nothing to move her from her spot in the hallway as her face turned to stone.
"What is it you need, Jocelyn?" Talia's voice was smooth, the mantra of words imbued into her everyday lexis flowed into the space between them, only this time, no emotion, no fear, resided in Talia.
Jocelyn shuffled nervously in front of her as her eyes moved to where Alec had come beside the shorter girl. Talia felt his finger loop around one of her belt loops in her jeans, motioning to her that it was okay to move away. She stood her ground, rage flowing through her in swarms.
"I wished to speak to you," Jocelyn started, her hands wrung in front of her as if she was nervous, "I heard you had healed well and were out of bed so I-"
"You shot me."
Talia's eyes narrowed, her stare unwavering as Jocelyn moved her gaze to a spot along the wall.
"I hadn't meant to shoot at you."
Her fists tightened as she glared at Jocelyn's attempt to eschew her involvement in her injuries, in the scar that still remained on her torso. Talia suddenly felt a gentle touch at the top of her palm, an electric spark of energy zipping through the point of contact, and noticed that Alec was trying to reach into her palm, to unravel the tight fist that was turning her fingers white.
She looked across to him for a moment and saw his blue eyes looking gently down into hers and she found that in his eyes she found a calm within the tormented ocean inside of her. He brought in a new tide of life within her and she didn't want her anger to crash against it.
Talia sighed and released the tight grip she held on her fist, feeling Alec's fingertips gently move over the nail marks she'd left in her hand, "What do you really want Jocelyn?"
"I wish to speak to you about everything, all that I did and why I felt I had to do it," She said, her eyes shifting between Alec and Talia, "Clary said it would be best to speak to you about it after what has happened."
