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DEERINGTON un: lightwoods text / video / call — open for prompts & continuations.

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backdated january event, the beach.

[hedon]

[After more than a year stuck in the crux of the hell dimension that called itself Deerington, Magnus had come to regard parties that led to uncertainty with the aloof spirit of experience. The last time things had gone like this they'd wound up aboard a false titanic making its maiden voyage. He'd been treated like a second class citizen and forced to live the role.

He's overdressed for the beach, still in a pair of his best silk pants and top but he couldn't bargain with the comforts of home. It was one of the few things that this place had allowed him and the fabrics billow as he makes his way up the shore to take it all in. People sunbathing, children playing, it all seems so absolutely innocent and Magnus is looking for the hidden threat when his eyes fall on a familiar form.

At first, he isn't sure it's Isabelle that he's looking at, but the closer he comes across the cool sand it's clear that it can't possibly be anyone else. Magnus is faced with the feeling he always has when he spots a Lightwood brought into this realm. First, relief, and then a huge amount of guilt and worry. There's no explaining what happens here, how high the stakes are. Not to a shadowhunter, certainly not the likes of them. Formidable. Proud.]

Of course, you'd show up on a beach. You do love to make an entrance.