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Date: 2017-12-18 05:28 pm (UTC)
perchanced: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴋɪᴛᴇs — ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ (memories of feelings never told.)
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( her head tilts to the side for a moment as she considers him, arms coming up to cross loosely over her chest. mutants may no longer be a secret in the world of mundanes, and if she's especially honest, she can't very well say she's surprised. something beyond the everyday is nearly impossible to ignore when it's right in front of you, after all; she can't blame the mundanes for being simultaneously terrified and captivated by mutants when she was equally captivated herself. not that he had scared her, but then, it took a lot to scare isabelle lightwood.

she hums, low and soft under her breath, for a moment before the words finally align in her mouth. when she speaks, there's a hesitancy to it, a quietness that hasn't quite shown itself before. )
No. No, I suppose we aren't. To downworlders — to our demon parallels, those with the Sight, we are known. But we don't expose ourselves to the rest of the world. ( the corner of her mouth quirks up a bit as she considers him again. ) But you do.

( for that, isabelle can respect the mutants. reactions of mundanes can never be predicted, nor guaranteed as pleasant, and yet the mutants do not hide themselves regardless of the consequences. she can appreciate the courage in that. )

I suppose we're varied... in our own, small ways. My whip, my brother's arrows, Clary's runes. We each carry some small favor of the Angel in our training, something that sets us apart.

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