Post by Kit Blackthorn on Jun 23, 2013 15:53:17 GMT -5
Kit was lying on the balance beam, bored and tired. She was in complete Shadowhunter attire. She was breaking in some new leathers and felt there was no way to wear them in than some vigorous exercise. It was in the very early hours of a Sunday morning and she wasn't expecting to be disturbed at this time. While she didn't particularly mind any of the institutes usuals, she much preferred to train on her own.
Sighing deeply, Kit sat up and admired her surroundings. The New York institute was one of her favourites. It reminded her of home. This feeling of nostalgia left her feeling kind of empty however. The sense of family and companionship here gave her a sense of longing for a family of her own. She had travelled all around for so long having lost everyone who was dear to her. Her aunt Cordelia had been somewhat of a mother figure to her, but she had seen Kit as a student, not a daughter.
She had no home, no family, and no friends to speak of. She had made acquaintances along her travels, but nobody had ever stuck by her. Kit had learned to fend for herself, and she didn't rely on anyone for anything. While this sense of independence was a valuable quality to have, it didn't do much for her sanity.
All the troubles in the Shadow world recently had shown how much love just opens one up to be hurt. The loss of the Lightwood's youngest son, Max, had shrouded the family, and even the institute itself, with an aura of mourning and sadness. Even one of the most prestigious Nephilim families were not above grief.
Kit kind of admired those brave enough to open themselves up to feelings like love, especially in this line of work. In the mundane world it was hard enough falling in love staying together, this was without the added pressure of saving the world and constant threat of death.
She jumped off the beam and began unbuckling and unstrapping her weapons holsters as she headed towards the changing rooms. There was a noise coming from behind the lockers, which surprised her for so early in the morning.
'Hello?', Kit called out, putting her seraph blades down on the bench, and unlacing her boots.
Sighing deeply, Kit sat up and admired her surroundings. The New York institute was one of her favourites. It reminded her of home. This feeling of nostalgia left her feeling kind of empty however. The sense of family and companionship here gave her a sense of longing for a family of her own. She had travelled all around for so long having lost everyone who was dear to her. Her aunt Cordelia had been somewhat of a mother figure to her, but she had seen Kit as a student, not a daughter.
She had no home, no family, and no friends to speak of. She had made acquaintances along her travels, but nobody had ever stuck by her. Kit had learned to fend for herself, and she didn't rely on anyone for anything. While this sense of independence was a valuable quality to have, it didn't do much for her sanity.
All the troubles in the Shadow world recently had shown how much love just opens one up to be hurt. The loss of the Lightwood's youngest son, Max, had shrouded the family, and even the institute itself, with an aura of mourning and sadness. Even one of the most prestigious Nephilim families were not above grief.
Kit kind of admired those brave enough to open themselves up to feelings like love, especially in this line of work. In the mundane world it was hard enough falling in love staying together, this was without the added pressure of saving the world and constant threat of death.
She jumped off the beam and began unbuckling and unstrapping her weapons holsters as she headed towards the changing rooms. There was a noise coming from behind the lockers, which surprised her for so early in the morning.
'Hello?', Kit called out, putting her seraph blades down on the bench, and unlacing her boots.
