Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Nɪɢʜᴛ﹣A Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀs RP - Open for joining

(Sure, also I'm thinking about making a female pack leader. Thoughts? I was just gonna do male but figured a female pack leader would be different)

Donovan turned his head and his eyed zeroed in on the cupcakes. He places his sword into it's sheath and strolls over to her. "Suppose I could." He said before picking up one of the cupcakes. "Are these fresh?" He asked ready to chow down on the delicious dessert. Sweet treats were one of his weaknesses.

"Very nice." Donovan answered before taking a large bite of the cupcake. He lets out a moan loving the sweet taste. He was unaware that some of the frosting managed to get on his nose. He takes a few more bites and wasn't long before he ate the whole thing. "That tasted sooo good!"

- Sorry I went to go eat real quick -

Smirking she set Bash's cupcakes aside she grabbed their six, "You can have two and a half chocolate and half of a vanilla." She glanced back at him briefly as she exited the kitchen triumphantly, holding their precious sweets close to her in an attempt to keep them safe. "Adeline or Bash may be back soon, where should we go?" The girl glanced around the hall as if speaking her parabatai's name would make her appear, but they were in the clear so far.

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Adeline couldn't help but let out a small laugh, suddenly realizing she had forgotten napkins back in the kitchen. She still had a bit of flour on her own face from when she was cooking, though she didn't realize it. "You've got a little icing on your nose." She took a small bite of her own, careful not to make a mess with the icing and instead making a few crubs fall onto the floor. Oops. Oh well, I'll get it later. Holding out the plate of the remaining two she took another small bite of the cake in her hand, "Here, you can have these too if you want."

Annabelle laughed with him, shaking her idea at the thought of scarfing them down quickly. "Yeah... I would rather not choke on a cupcake that I don't really need to eat in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to eat them . I'll just have to deal with the consequences later." With a small shrug she tightened her grip on the plate in her hands, "I've got the precious cargo therefore it's your responsibility to find us somewhere safe to hide while we eat them. I'm following you pudgy, we just need to hurry before someone sees us and expects us to share." Once again, she just couldn't help herself. Messing with Jason was just too much fun, who could blame her?

Annabelle merely shrugged, "She would expect this of me, and she would know I would never share cupcakes voluntarily - or share any food she makes for that matter. You're on your own there, I can't save you. She knows me too well." Shutting the door behind them she walked across the room and plopped onto her queen sized bed. "You do realize this will be the first place she she'll look for me, right?" Sitting criss-crossed she placed the plate on the blanket in front of her, trying to figure out a good way to cut a cupcake in half without making a mess since they had nothing to cut it with. Her room was rather plain in comparison to some, save for the few landscape paintings Adeline had gifted her hanging on the off-white walls. Her bed was made up, the comforter and bedsheets were a light, dull blue color that seemed almost gray and piled atop of it was a mini mountain of five pillows neatly arranged at the head of the bed. Only the center one was a small decoration throw pillow, matching the blanket's color it with darker blue beading sewed along the edges and along the front in a random order. Annabelle was one of those people that had to sleep with a lot of pillows, and with how much she rolled around at night she usually ended up with nearly all of them on the floor. There was a small book case located on the farthest wall from the door, next to it a window seat Bash had put in for her when she was younger after seeing one in a mundane magazine. A small vanity table with a mirror and a matching chair was on the opposite wall, and facing her bed was an old wooden wardrobe they had found in storage years ago. Along the same wall was the door to her bathroom, the decorations inside following the same plain, light and dark blue color scheme of her room. She didn't have many personal items lying about, she really didn't have hardly any in general. The only thing out in the open was a small picture of her and Adeline in Idris before the Dark War sitting framed on her bedside table next to an antique lamp. It was the last time she had ever visited the City of Glass since they were no longer welcome with the installment of the Cold Peace. "Please don't make a mess. If you do, I'll have no choice but to lock you outside in only your underwear the next time you take a shower."

"Siblings," Aurora replied. "Well, half-siblings. But I treat them as my full ones. More of a parent, anyway," She explained. There was no point in revealing too much. She'd obviously been mistaken for any old mundane - she shouldn't give away more than polite small talk. "My mother... cheated, let's say. They," She continued, nodding towards Isla and Liam, "Were the result. All three of us were sent away to live elsewhere whilst my parents sorted it all out. Haven't heard from my parents since."

Aurora's face jerked into a small smile - or maybe a smirk, if you looked close enough. Little did this stranger know just how many grey hairs Isla and Liam would be seeing out of her. "I try," She replied. "I try. I don't get much of a break, though. Today's a good day." It wasn't a lie - a tantrum out of an eight-year-old who knows enough magic to smash things around when angry enough wasn't a pleasant experience. It was a rare day that she could actually enjoy her younger siblings' presences, and not be constantly stressed and worried about being found out by the mundane world.

- Okay! I'll add them in a bit when I get the chance but feel free to rp :3 -

"Twins?" Sebastian let out a small chuckle, glancing at the young warlocks before shifting his gaze elsewhere - a habit he picked up from his years of being a Shadowhunter. "I bet you already have your fair share of gray hairs then, or you will soon." He had thought he saw an outline of something under the boy's shirt, but he passed it off as a trick in the light. Probably just a wrinkle or something.

Donovan blinked and used his thumb to wipe the frosting off his nose. He licks off his thumb before lowering it. "I feel like I shouldn't." He placed his hand on his belly although he still had pretty flat stomach. Donovan glances at the cupcakes before shrugging his shoulders. "Eh why not. Thanks doll!"

"I definitely will once they hit their teen years," Aurora laughed. "They're handfuls right now - I can't imagine dealing with a teenage version of them." Almost the moment she finished speaking, she heard a loud rip! from where Isla and Liam were playing. She twisted to look at her siblings, horrified to see that Liam's coat had finally given in, and one of his large, black, bat-like wings that formed his warlock mark had burst through the fabric. She dived to cover it up, pulling off her own coat and draping it over Liam's back. She looked back over to where she had formerly stood, still terrified - if this stranger was a Shadowhunter, who knows what she was in for now?