Lady Midnight

The boy made from glass and thorns #2

From the first day Mark had seen Cristina Rosales he knew. He could read it in her face, the story's she had yet to tell anyone. It wasn't that these story's were increasingly intriguing, no what had caught his eye was that she didn't try to hide them at all. She never did though, always leaving her emotions and thoughts written across he face, so unlike any faery who, if given the chance, would device you and trick you at every turn. But this one was different with her dark hair and richly warm skin, her rounded features hinting at the mortality he so craved. He had first seen her on a patrol with Julian. After the dark war the wild hunt hadn't much to do so passion his time sneaking out to watch over his family was an activity he would happily get whipped for, just a glimpse of tys dark curls or drusillas freckles would remind him that yes, there was something to live for. Then she came, a bright light to his brothers dimming flame and suddenly he could see. She invaded his thoughts and filled the long empty hours of riding in the cloud with only her voice and that look in her eyes that promised more later. Not that he had ever seen him of course, he had made sure of that. But there was only so long he could hold off before he needed to make some kind of move,lest she be snatched by one of the Rosales brothers. Not his Cristina. Not his rose. He had always thought of her like that, never as 'tina' never as 'Miss rosales' always as his rose. Beautiful with thorns that would stab deep if you dared touch her. He had left the first note a while ago until he had finally asked gwyn his price
" Lord, I approach you with a proposition" he had said kneeling before the hunter " I wish to live with my family. In return I shall spy and report to you of the Shadowhunters activities. The Los Angeles institute is home to some of the key clave members and be one of the first to hear of any....interesting...occurrences if any may arrive" he had been surprised by his formal language. He had been more surprised when the fey had said yes.

"Do you want some tea?" Cristina asked cracking open the door a tray in hand
"Well seeing that you have already made it I don't believe I have much choice!" He smiled and she frowned walking in and setting down the mugs
"Mark I have to ask you something" she practically whispered as she bent to make his beverage "how did you know my name." She turned her eyes hard, demanding and he knew this was the time to confess
"You see Cristina, I um I used to come here a watch over my siblings. Emma and Julian and then one day you arrived and...and....I was captivated. You were so different so much more beautiful, so bold and and I couldn't help but fall in love." He set his jaw a and looked up at her. If she ran or screamEd he knew, he would know she wasn't the one, wasn't the person he thought she was.
"Oh." She said
"I have one last poem for you" he pulled the paper out of his coat and began to read "
Leaves fall and plants die but my adoration of you will not
And those who deny my feelings for you can happily lay and rot
For the only thing to save me from the edge of doom
Will forever be my rose, my Tina, yes you
For the winged Serapis from heaven above and the demons under the sea
Can never separate you and me"
With that finished all he could do was gaze at her awestruck expression, and pray to every Angel he knew that she would say something, anything.

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Whoooooop! Mark and Tina....ich bin nicht ship them...five years of German and that's all I can say....I'm a Cambridge student I promise!! Anyway as I said I don't ship them but you guys do!! Eh I wanna get to 50 parts of this by the time LM comes out so I'm totally taking ship requests! On another note I'm officially obsessed with free! Goodnight chickpeas xoxo