( t e x t | seelie & unseelie. backdated to the 3rd. )

[tensed]

[ the way to communicate here seems too much like something the capitol would make. if not for his need for information, he would throw the damn thing away.

( he's still considering a hole in the ground for it as he types. ) ]

I heard some people have been here a few months. I got a few questions.
are there any rules about the woods
what animals are there around here [ it might help if you specified where "here" is, gale. ]
what district are you from?

[ the third question is a last-minute addition, a sign he's not entirely convinced yet that his being here isn't a capitol trick. gale debates adding anything else, but common sense provides the more obvious answers. he's not in the mood to waste anyone's time, especially his own. ]

Comments

[artem]

i thought maybe somewhere in there a sense of humor was hiding and you were making a joke.

courtyard?

[tensed]

i have a sense of humor. [ maybe somewhere in there. ]
ill meet you there

[ and he's up and walking look how much he cares. ]

pls 2 action ok

[artem]

yeah sure and i have green hair

ok.

( it's cool she's dropping everything for you too you big stupid ape )

denied

[tensed]

[ he's back in the clothes he wore when he was stolen: a button-down shirt worn soft, pants, jacket and fingerless gloves. clean, but discolored by soot and coal dust. after a year in the mines, he doubts the coal will ever wash out entirely. the clothes may not look like much, but they're comfortable. they remind him of home.

gale left the bows and quivers behind this time. the hunting knife remains inside his jacket, however, within easy reach. not because he doesn't trust clary — because he doesn't trust the unseelie. he doesn't go anywhere unarmed now if he can help it.

but despite his worries, his face is more open than it had been that first night. his countenance is still serious, but it's not as severe. and when he spots clary, something like a smile softens his mouth. gale tips his chin up in silent greeting before jumping right into the main thing troubling him: ] What's a pizza?

father y have u for sa ken meeeeeee // we need to figure out if this is post-pillowfort or not...

[artem]

( Clary's the same. Her stele is always with her, even if it's not working as well as she knows it should. She imagines it has something to do with the fairy magic at work here. She's not okay with it, but she understands that it's a thing she's going to have to deal with, or investigate for changing.

She's also in her arrival clothes. Plaid shirt, jeans, hi-tops... Just a regular artsy girl from New York City. Her hair is unceremoniously whipping about in all of its fierce orange mess of curls, no matter what she does to attempt to tame it. They don't exactly have modern convenience as far as hair is concerned.

She walks up to him, at least a full foot shorter, and she smiles right back. But when he opens his mouth and those words come out, she stops. And her jaw drops and her eyes get wide and she cocks her head to the side like he's speaking a foreign language. )

... Oh my god. It's -- like, I don't know -- second only to coffee in the list of foods specifically made to make you drool.

probably pre. talk about pizza leads to pillow fort truth.

[tensed]

That's not common either.

[ but he knows what it is. ]

i feel like that phrase right there ought to be in the RP hall of fame somewhere.

[artem]

... You're kidding. Pizza is the single most delicious food-thing ever made! It's dough and it's covered in sauce and cheese and so many toppings! Well, unless you don't like toppings. ( Seriously just. Looks at him like he's insane. ) You've really never heard of it?

takes a bow

[tensed]

[ now the usual annoyance ( seemingly aimed at life itself ) returns. ]

It's almost as if we're from different worlds.

you are the epitome of rp

[artem]

( Clary seems a little defensive when she replies. )

I know that, it's just -- I've always thought pizza was some universal truth, or something. It's like the everyfood.

I try

[tensed]

[ gale matches your defensiveness with idgaf. ]

Apparently not. Unless it can be caught, we don't have much variety.

i can't live anymore bye

[artem]

... Oh. ( well that's not bleak or anything. ) One-grocery town or something? ( lol fuck )

[tensed]

Or something.

[ gale lifts an expectant eyebrow. ]

So. Pizza?

oh i'm sorry did you want to get ahead in your tags

[artem]

I'm not sure they even have it in the palace here. We might have to take a trip to the station to get any. I'd have to ask around. ( She smiles a little. ) But if you feel like riding that far, we could go sometime.

you are terrible

[tensed]

I learned how to saddle a horse.

[ though he tries to sound blasé about it, gale is incredibly proud of the fact and it shows. ]

not as terrible as you wow oh my god please stop everything hurts.

[artem]

Maybe you can show me, then. And we can go get pizza.

( Yeah she can see that. Makes her grin. )

[tensed]

Maybe. Can you ride?

[artem]

( She smiles. ) I can, actually. Jace taught me while we were in Idris.

[tensed]

How'd you meet?

[ finding a spot to sit, he crosses his legs under him and drops to the ground. gale tilts his head at her, waiting for her to accompany him. ]

[artem]

Uh - ( Clary follows and gives a slightly nervous laugh, because the story of how she met Jace isn't exactly the things amazing romances are made of. ) It's kind of weird. I actually, um... I saw him killing someone. Well - okay. Not someone. Something... But I thought it was a someone. Anyway... Pretty violent. ( She plops down next to him, looking over at him, now feeling super awkward. How must that sound? )

[tensed]

[ #panemlyfe ]

What was it?

[ though his brow furrows, he doesn't judge — yet. after years of watching the games, knowing three victors and being in love with one, he has no room to talk. ]

[artem]

A demon. ( And now she's going to brace herself for the skepticism. Gale has lots. ) Seeing him kill it... That's actually kind of how I stumbled into the world I was born to be a part of. My mother had been paying a Warlock to hide it from me for years. To block my memory.

[tensed]

Wait. [ he splays his fingers in front of him. ] You didn't know? About the — ?

[ gale motions to where he has seen clary draw on herself. ]

[artem]

Not until I turned sixteen. My mother spent my entire life running from the world she was born into, and hiding it from me. But destiny's hard to run from. ( Clary rolls up her sleeve and shows him her arm. Where the marks were once a deep black, as he saw when she first drew them, most have faded to a light gray. Some are white. But all are there; all are permanent scars. ) And now not only do I see glimpses of the world I'm from, but I'm part of it.

[tensed]

[ his eyes narrow and his brow puckers as he takes in the marks. it's the white ones that draw his attention the most, the ones that have clearly stayed. ]

Do those go away?

[artem]

Occasionally one might, but not usually. They're like scars. They're permanent, even once the effect has worn off. ( Shadowhunter trivia #24. )