Soul Bound, Heart Bound (Mortal Instruments fanfic)

Soul Bound, Heart Bound (Mortal Instruments fanfic)

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The golden eyes looked at her softly, and yet they burned into her as if the Heavenly Fire itself. Now it seemed that she knew every scar on his ivory skin, every feather on his mighty wings that shone like molten gold. No... I couldn't be the truth. This had to be a dream, this had to be a nightmare. However something inside whispered it wasn't... This was reality, once again a new one. She wanted to scream that she belonged to another, but her body remembered, remebered every single moment how her fingers were tangled in his long sleek hair, how her lips were locked to his rough ones and how her skin heated against his... She cried inside because she was his, and he was hers. He caressed her cheek before standing up and putting on his long white robe. "I have to go" he said, his tone gentle and understanding "My duty to Heaven calls me. Though I will return soon, my dear. And then nothing will bring us apart ever again". She just nodded. I shook my head, anger and dissapointment boiling in my veins. Why did this have to be true. I hoped I will never again join my ways with shadowhunters. Especially one of them. Of Fairchilds. A demon had saved me after they left me to die. A demon had raised me as his own. And a demon was the one whom my heart had called the first time our eyes met. My home was Purgatory, I despised Idris. A shadowhunter had destroyed his own kin, and yet few still remained. Me included. And though there were still angels. She was bound to the one I held the most dear. It seemed whatever I had wanted of that matter, the destiny decided otherwise. Perhaps then it was for the best. If not the Destiny, I would have never met Belial after all, just like my uncle would have never met her. In Destiny we trust, as it canno be changed. Yet, yet, beloved summer, my words don't mean the ice was broken. (OC/OC, Clary/Raziel, Isabelle/Meliorn) *Disclaimer - I own nothing exept Aida and other OC's. As well as Purgatory.
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"You think I give a shit about everyone else in Prythian if it's your life on the line?" Azriel snapped. Eclipse's eyes watered and she looked away in frustration. Azriel reached forward and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. Eclipse's breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. "If it's you or Prythian, I will light the fucking fires myself and burn it all to the ground." "Az-" she breathed softly staring into his hazel eyes. "No. I waited 500 years for this, for you, and if you think that I will ever be okay with spending one Cauldron damned second of this life without you from this point forward, then you are sorely mistaken." He stared deeply into her eyes. "If you.. Mother.... If you die Eclipse there's no fucking point to anything. Mate or not you are the light of my life. Nothing makes sense without you, it's all just blood and shadow without you and I can't, I won't go back to that. So if you go, then I'm following right behind." What if, hear me out, but what if Rhysand's sister hadn't been the youngest of his blood relations. What if, before her death she had been married off to the heir to the Day Court? What if they had a daughter? Born somewhere in between the day and night, a bridge between the courts. Powers from both. An affinity to control the light and dark, an intuition so keen she had never been wrong a day in her life, an affinity for magic and spells so strong she could rival her father, known by many names. The Warrior Princess, the Candle in the Dark, Daydreamer, Eclipse; Spell Weaver.

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