Ash Malhotra will be saying something along the lines of fucking Teuthida demons and I won't register any of it because his eyes his eyes his eyes.
He's going to look at me and steal the words from my mouth, I swear. My words and my heart, right at that moment, will be the possessions of Ashish Malhotra, Shadowhunter, Centurion of the Scholomance.
His offensively bland brother, Jay, will notice my presence, and completely ignore it it favor of the sopping wet girl slumped in his arms.
A nod. I will be afforded a nod before he brushes past me with Pia Warrier on his tails. Ash will continue to light up the Templum's parlor and my grayscale life as he'll bask in Aria Rosales's concern.
"Idiota," she'll be lamenting, on her knees and nose inches away from his cock and I'll know, I'll know she wants it as she'll blubber, "Why wouldn't you let Jay iratze this? Why didn't you?"
Her fingers will trace healing ink onto his bleeding body where it's been traced a million times over and he'll finally bestow that seafoam gaze on me.
And then, after 36 minutes, 7 days and four months, I will be okay.
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