A/N- You know how I have all of these multi-chapter work in progress fics? And how I should finish those challenges before starting new ones? Well, the plot bunnies don't listen. They are merciless. I'll blame it on my final exam review for Latin 1. We had to conjugate many many verbs, and those verbs caught my fancy. There were about forty-four, and while I'm hesitant to sign on for forty-four drabbles, I think this will be lots of fun. Oh, and I stayed up until 4 30 am, finally reading City of Glass. God, I love this series. Witout further ado-
Feel (Jace)
Running. Running. Running.
waylandmorgensternlightwood
Running. Running. Running.
He could run and run and run but he'd never be able to escape this truth. This could not be fixed with a smirk and a snide remark.
Running. Running. Running.
valentinefathermichaelwaylanddad
Running. Running. Run- he stopped. He couldn't run any further. Panting, he dropped to his knees. His lungs were aching, and he gasped the air in like he was dying. He wished he was, because once he stopped running it came...
loveclarykisstruthbrothersisterwrong
Who would have thought the impervious Jace Wayland could feel?