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The blonde boy, the one that had an angel's face and the devil's temper, watches her go with a blank face. As soon as she'd turned her back, his face became still, devoid of emotion. It was as if she took all his cares with her, leaving him an empty shell. The others around the table, a tall boy with an agonized expression halfway hidden by his black hair and a broken man now only a fragment of what he had once been, are restraining him. The boy with golden hair hardly seems to notice- all he can do is stare after the girl that had just walked, fled more like, from the room.
Clary... he thinks, the thought tinged with regret and pain. What had happened? Things seemed to be going so well... She had to get away from you, he answers himself. She had to get away before she did something she'd regret. She had to get away from you. But... she hadn't looked all that upset or disgusted, not before The Mundane left. No, she'd looked... Beautiful, his brain supplied. She'd been not inches away from him, so close that he could have kissed her... Stop. And her fiery curls had been so soft under his hands, they seemed to be begging for hands to be plunged into them. Don't you ever learn anything? Control, stay in control... And her eyes, those eyes that seem to contain every possible shade of green, they held such heat... She only looks at you like that, you know. Only at you. She doesn't look at The Mundane that way, only you.
He didn't quite know how, but he was walking forward, out of the kitchen and towards the library. If there is one place in the house for that lazy cat to be, he'd be there. And then he's going to take me to her. All the boy can process is that he needs to see her again, to speak with her... to touch her. She's like a drug, the boy thinks bitterly, once you have some you are left craving more. Upon his arrival at the library, he asks... orders, really, that Church bring him to Clary. He follows the cat as it starts walking at, what seems to him, a purposefully slow pace. He nudges the cat along with the tip of his boot as he growls out, "Move, stupid cat. Or do you want to be turned into a tennis racket?" In the back of his mind, he's startled to hear how harsh the words pouring out of his mouth are; most of his thoughts, however, are on seeing her again. And finding out just why she left in such a hurry. What's happening to me? What's she done to me?
He is brought out of his thoughts by Church, who decided that he was done leading Jace. With a loud 'meow', he stuck his tail in the air and darted off. Much faster than he'd bothered to lead the angelic boy. Stupid cat... don't know why I even bother- Jace stops thinking rationally when he looks down the hallway. There, hidden in shadow, is a glint of red. Her red. Clary's.
In a daze, he walks over to her, hardly aware of what he's doing. Everything seems to go by in a blur, and then he's there, right in front of her. "Clary?" he asks hesitantly. She's curled up in a ball, her red hair fanning out across the floor, her face calm in sleep. She looks so much smaller than she really is, so dainty, so... breakable. "Clary," he murmurs again, sinking down until he's sitting on the ground next to her. Gently, so gently, he reaches out his hand until it brushes against her cheek, a touch so light that he hardly notices he's touching her at all... besides the fact that his fingers feel like they might go up in flames. Clary sighs in her sleep, whispering something so low that Jace almost couldn't hear it- almost. His heart in his throat, he lies his hand on her cheek, feeling the warmth build beneath it. He replays the word over in his head, and over, and over.
"Jace... Jace."
Clary... he thinks, the thought tinged with regret and pain. What had happened? Things seemed to be going so well... She had to get away from you, he answers himself. She had to get away before she did something she'd regret. She had to get away from you. But... she hadn't looked all that upset or disgusted, not before The Mundane left. No, she'd looked... Beautiful, his brain supplied. She'd been not inches away from him, so close that he could have kissed her... Stop. And her fiery curls had been so soft under his hands, they seemed to be begging for hands to be plunged into them. Don't you ever learn anything? Control, stay in control... And her eyes, those eyes that seem to contain every possible shade of green, they held such heat... She only looks at you like that, you know. Only at you. She doesn't look at The Mundane that way, only you.
He didn't quite know how, but he was walking forward, out of the kitchen and towards the library. If there is one place in the house for that lazy cat to be, he'd be there. And then he's going to take me to her. All the boy can process is that he needs to see her again, to speak with her... to touch her. She's like a drug, the boy thinks bitterly, once you have some you are left craving more. Upon his arrival at the library, he asks... orders, really, that Church bring him to Clary. He follows the cat as it starts walking at, what seems to him, a purposefully slow pace. He nudges the cat along with the tip of his boot as he growls out, "Move, stupid cat. Or do you want to be turned into a tennis racket?" In the back of his mind, he's startled to hear how harsh the words pouring out of his mouth are; most of his thoughts, however, are on seeing her again. And finding out just why she left in such a hurry. What's happening to me? What's she done to me?
He is brought out of his thoughts by Church, who decided that he was done leading Jace. With a loud 'meow', he stuck his tail in the air and darted off. Much faster than he'd bothered to lead the angelic boy. Stupid cat... don't know why I even bother- Jace stops thinking rationally when he looks down the hallway. There, hidden in shadow, is a glint of red. Her red. Clary's.
In a daze, he walks over to her, hardly aware of what he's doing. Everything seems to go by in a blur, and then he's there, right in front of her. "Clary?" he asks hesitantly. She's curled up in a ball, her red hair fanning out across the floor, her face calm in sleep. She looks so much smaller than she really is, so dainty, so... breakable. "Clary," he murmurs again, sinking down until he's sitting on the ground next to her. Gently, so gently, he reaches out his hand until it brushes against her cheek, a touch so light that he hardly notices he's touching her at all... besides the fact that his fingers feel like they might go up in flames. Clary sighs in her sleep, whispering something so low that Jace almost couldn't hear it- almost. His heart in his throat, he lies his hand on her cheek, feeling the warmth build beneath it. He replays the word over in his head, and over, and over.
"Jace... Jace."
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It was the first night back from Idris and Clary was up in the greenhouse sketching the midnight flowers in bloom. As far as she knew, everyone else was already asleep, or at least trying to sleep in their rooms. She couldn't blame them either. It was an exhausting trip and if Clary could, she would be fast asleep right now as well, but she wasn't. Her mind kept wandering back to Idris causing her an irritating insomnia. Usually whenever Clary couldn't sleep, drawing would make her drowsy enough to be able to. However that wasn't working tonight, causing even more irritation for Clary since she truly did need sleep and without a doubt she kne
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Jace waited. Alec and Izzy were still in the Infirmary with her, and he couldnt go in until they were gone. He shifted impatiently, willing them to leave, before forcing his body into stillness. Patience is a necessity, his father had taught him. You cant stalk and kill demons if youre impatient. Impatient Shadowhunters end up dead.
The Institute darkened around him, but he stood silent and motionless in the small niche just down the corridor from the Infirmary. He could hear Alec and Izzy talking, but couldnt make out the words, even with his superior hearing.
The door opened. Alecs voice was suddenly loude
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Do you know what I realised when we were in the Du Mort? Jace asked as he walked down the corridor.
That vampire motorcycles make great getaway vehicles? Clary huffed as she tried to keep pace with his long legged stride.
No well yes, but that wasnt what I was talking about.
What then? She was starting to get annoyed with him the others had all decided to go back to bed for a few more hours before going after the Cup at midday, when the sun would be brightest and the demons weakest, but Jace had refused to allow her to.
I realised that you dont know how t
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just something that i've been trying to write for forever. okay, it's only really a week, but it's so long! and i won't have a computer all next week, cause i'll be at my grandparents' and they don't. have. internet. God save me. maybe i'll get up early one day and go to the library. or something. anyways, comments and criticism welcome.
ps: this is from City of Bones, when Jace tells Clary that he found her asleep in the hallway... i started wondering what had happened
Jace and Clary belong to Cassandra Clare. godammit
ps: this is from City of Bones, when Jace tells Clary that he found her asleep in the hallway... i started wondering what had happened
Jace and Clary belong to Cassandra Clare. godammit
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that is so cute! I always wondered about what he had done when he found her!