I alway thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad shadowhunter. To love is to destroy. I believed that. And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how you’d walk into hell to save them. Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.
It is true that I am only a young girl, and do not know the ways of war. Explain to me how you propose to defeat ten thousand Unsullied with your five hundred. Innocent as I am, these odds seem poor to me.
Hey this is Alayne (aka timelordsmith) and I am blogsitting for Victoria because I am her bestest most beloved friend and she is in Orlando doing Florida stuff with orchestra peers and what not.
I’m in that Sherlock and Doctor Who fandom. I’ll be here till Monday-ish.