Hi~ This is very short drabble written In one of my classes! (My sister was reading over my shoulder while I was writing this authors note and was noting that I didn't specify what class I was in when I was nearly bored to death in when I wrote this story, so just for her… I was bored I don't even remember what class I was in!)
BTW- Anyone who is reading my other story 'My Tears Are Silent' the reason why the LAST chapter (yes you heard correctly the LAST chapter) is coming so slowly is because it's like 7 chapters worth of story line! And yes I'm am very sad that this particular story is coming to end… but in this case when one door closes to open if you get my drift.
Cold air whipped around Clary's pale cheeks, her eyes stung to tears from the harsh wind. Her vibrant hair like a light beaconing Jace to pull her small body into his arms and protect her from everything that's out there, He sighed as he glanced around the grassy plains and silvery lakes of Idris. The sky turning a pleasant orange as the sun made its way behind the highest points of Alicante.
Warm arms snaked around Clary's waist, Jace's callus hands rubbing against the tough leathery material of Clary's black shadowhunter gear, Jace rested his chin on her shoulder. Clary sighed and leant against Jace's shoulders, playing absently with his hands, Tracing every scar and line on Jaces delicate hands, She remembered thinking to herself that his hands were the hands of a soldiers not a teenage boys.
But that's what they were, soldiers, all in black, ready for anything the Clave ordered them to do. The shadowhunters always remaindered Clary of toy soldier placed in a row waiting to the child who own the toys to move them to a different position always waiting for someone to move them or tell them what to do next. The only difference was that they were not moved around by a mere child, but the ConClave and that most of shadowhunters had a bad ass attitude and abilities that enabled them to kill a demon 50 meters away with a rubber band and a cork screw. Clary laughed to her enjoying the moment of peace with Jace, the only person in the world who she loved more then her own family. The heavy church bells signalled for every available shadowhunter to gather at the accord hall and receive orders for the inquisitor and consul.
Clary and Jace started down the small slope. See Clary thought to herself always waiting.
Well I thought it was all right even if it had no dialogue! Read and review! Thank you.
~Always Leaves Love Lady Nephilim