Entries tagged with person: isabelle lightwood

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Room 401, Wednesday Night

Well. No question about it. That fight had definitely gone poorly.

Alec didn't have a scratch on his neck now, which was unsettling, though his jacket was splattered with blood. He tossed it over his laundry hamper for lack of a better place to put it right this minute, opened his window so the blood wouldn't start to smell, and then he sank onto his bed, put his head in his hands, and exhaled deeply.

Although he was healed up, he still felt like crap. A lot had gone wrong today. He thought that for once, he might put off addressing it.

[[open and expecting one! a different one than that other one. also, probable SP.]]

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Room 401, Wednesday Morning

Alec had spent the last few days pretty consistently upset, and today wasn't much better. Even training in the gym late last night for twice his usual time hadn't helped at all, which was probably because those sessions were good for working off anger and frustration, and Alec wasn't really angry or frustrated, just... sad.

He showered and got dressed and thought long and hard about skipping class today, and then he flung himself back into bed, thinking darkly about how utterly unimpressed his parabatai would be if he saw this pathetic display of heartsickness.

[[open post!]]

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Room 401, Monday Morning

Alec had not had visitors over the weekend (a fact which certain Canadians were sure to appreciate). And in his usual cantankerous way, he had been annoyed to find the park occupied yesterday when he had diverged from his usual morning workout routine to run around outside, but found the path impeded by hordes of chattering parents.

Today, though, they seemed to be gone -- thank the Angel. So Alec went for that run that he was still grumpy about not having been able to go for yesterday, and then returned to his room, showered, and finally sat down at his desk with the Fandom High academic calendar in front of him, transferring important dates into his planner. Fine, Fandom. He'd make the bare minimum of effort to pay attention to your scheduling things from now on. If he had to.

Oh. Apparently there was a trip coming up. Maybe he should sign up for that.

[[door and post open!]]

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Room 401, Monday Morning

"Yeah," Alec said into the phone, his voice even more subdued than his normal quiet tone. "I know, I didn't mean for a week to go by without... yeah. Things were wei-- I know. Sorry, Iz. Love you too."

He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment before putting it back down on his desk. Then he didn't have anything to stare blankly at anymore, so he just looked at his hands. Hands that had shot Jace the other day in that weird place. Of course he'd had ample reason, and he'd been smart to avoid getting injured again, especially as he'd had a few responsibilities at the time, but... still. It was still the image of Jace's bloody wrist that kept flashing behind his eyes -- that and the helplessly guilty mantra that whatever had happened had been his fault, that Jace would never have gotten cursed if Alec had been looking after him better, that anyone else Jace might have hurt had been because of him.

That, not everything that had happened after, was what was sticking with him right now.

Well. That and -- a remark Jace had made that he was trying to avoid dwelling on. But he was Alec. Dwelling was sort of his thing.

Now that he thought of it, he almost missed the guilt-trippy phone call with Isabelle. That had at least had let him focus on something other than his own mistakes for a while.

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Room 401, Wednesday Evening

Earlier this evening, Alec had made the mistake of taking a call from Isabelle on what was apparently a really slow night for the demon world of New York.

Forty-five minutes later... here he sat. Still talking to her.

Or, well. Listening, and occasionally managing to get a word in.

Which was comforting, in a way -- Alec missed his sister, and her motormouth tendencies made for a nice reminder of home -- but, you know, he'd really like to either accomplish something at some point tonight (he'd been planning on going down to the salle) or at least have the chance to speak. You know. Eventually.

Finally he gave up and just held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, using his free hand to touch up some of the runes on his other arm with his stele. "Uh-huh," he said in response to... something Isabelle was rambling about. "I agree."

[[door and post open!]]