In the Sun We Shimmer [nofo]

He made his way through the streets strolling along like he was entitled to the entire sidewalk. Alphonse had always walked with an air of arrogance because he had always been above the entire idea of caring. Up until the two weeks prior, Alphonse hadn't cared about anything. Avon Lightwood was a rich girl, as was he, and she never had needed tesserae. She had gone into the Games prepared. Those years of sparring and training had paid off for the two of them with the fine lines of crimson scars. The two of them could win the Games, she would win this year and Alphonse the next. Alphonse was used to matching Avon and showing her up, that was a thing about their relationship. He'd just finished tending to Avon's roses before heading out to get away from the anger bubbling inside of him.

Willow Lightwood hadn't had the decency of waiting until the Games were over the bring in the new son. A replacement for Avon? She's fucking insane! Her daughter isn't even dead yet and she's replacing her! Sure she was on the television right now cutting off her hand, but does that make her dead? Avon had almost collapsed from blood loss before but she still fought and won her fight at Fight Club. Fight Club. Shit. How the fuck am I going to manage that now? However, he thought kicking the shit out of some kid might be good for him at the moment. Maybe he'd arrange a meeting over the phone and tear the fucking bar up. He was fucking livid and-- FUCK! The coppery taste of warm liquid filled his mouth. He'd bit through his cheek.

The good part about it was the fact that he was in front of the flower shop too. He had come out to try and find a few more roses to fill Avon's garden. He thought she might like the thought he'd put into it. Alphonse wanted Avon to know that he hadn't given up on her.

He passed the boy that was sitting on the sidewalk mummering quietly. "Nice flowers." Alphonse was too angry to be any more polite than that. There was that quiet squeak that brought his attention back to the boy. He raised a brow and grazed his eyes over the boy. "What the hell was that?"

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