Simon perched on the steps leading into the Accords Hall, absentmindedly listening to the buzz of shadowhunters within. Jocelyn appeared at the entrance, with a proud Mother of the Bride expression. She saw Simon and hurried towards him.
"Simon, have you seen Clary?"
"No, she's totally surrounded... I'll wait until the congrats and hugs die down a bit." He gazed over at the thick crowd of shadowhunters smothering the iconic fire-and- gold haired duo that are Jace and Clary.
"Also, I wouldn't want anyone getting hurt." Simon pointed to the faint Mark of Cain on his forehead which had ended many lives in the days of battle. Clary's mother made a sympathetic face, then ran back up the stairs. As Simon followed her his startled gaze, she gestured to him: 'stay here' before taking off into the crowd.
Simon watched for while as the crowd parted for Jocelyn, and closed in again. As Jocelyn neared the centre, the crowd moved, and began to disperse. Simon caught glimpses of the traditional gold and white attire of weddings amongst them, but his gaze was completely taken by the deep fire of Clary's hair, swirling past her shoulders. As Jocelyn pulled her towards the steps and Simon, the intricate molten gold of her wedding dress rippled down to her ankles, patterns and runes shimmering in the bright Hall lights. She tripped once or twice on the way, and Simon smiled. So Isabelle never had managed to train her in dress wearing. But every time, Jace, in his white debonair suite, always reflecting the gold of his hair and Clary's dress. To Simon, seeing Jace in complete white was hilarious. Very different to black shadowhunter gear. It's like seeing Mario in a tutu. He laughed at the thought.
The laugh drew Jace's attention, who'd previously held Clary in an embrace despite Jocelyn's attempt to get her here.
"Anything to share with the class, vampire?" He said in his trying-to–be-menacing voice, the one reserved specially for Simon.
"Yes. I'd like to congratulate the bride."
"That would be five bucks." Clary gave him a stare that would make a gorgon jealous.
Jace receded, and walked off mumbling softly so only the keen-eared vampire would hear.
"We'll exchange credit card details later." Simon grinned at Jace, but his attention was on Clary. The bride. He smiled again.
"Wow. Mrs. Wayland. Or Mrs. Lightwood?"She was still beaming from the day's events, but Simon could see she was exhausted
"We haven't decided yet."
"When is the carriage coming?" The idea of a witchlight-powered city still intrigued could hear the organised clop-clop of the horses, but but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Can't wait to be rid of me, huh?" She joked
"You just look like you're gonna crash any second." He knew there are only a few people that she allowed to say things like that to her face.
"Yeah, I guess so…I think it'll be here in a few minutes." Those few minutes flew by so quickly. The crowd of shadowhunters, led by Isabelle and Jocelyn and Luke and Alec, trailing Magnus, forced Jace down the great flight of steps, and he snatched his bride as he flew by . As the sun caught Clary's dress, the molten gold reminded Simon of the Angel blood they both share, how they both deserve it and each other.
The carriage rode off with shouts and waves and whistles piercing the still Glass city. Seeing no purpose in staying any longer, Simon walked back to the portal he took to get into Alicante. He is well known in the city now. The daylighter. But right now he just wanted to get home….And play Mario Brothers.
As he strolled, the Mark of Cain began to throb, slowly seizing into a headache, and out of his mouth came words he hadn't said or heard of before. Shadowhunter language. They would know what language it was. All Simon knew was the meaning of the words. "Take me there." There was a sharp pain in his gut, almost as intense as the bloodlust he felt as a fledgling…And then he was gone, swallowed by the air, into nothingness.