The Way We Are
Ok guys, so this is my first story so please bear with me if it's really crappy. And please review, it would be much appreciated!
Warning: Pairing: EvilClary x EvilJace
BTW I do not own Jace or Clary or anyone really! Just their AU personalities!
Music to listen to whilst reading: For you only – trading yesterday
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Prologue
They first met in Summer. They were fresh-faced and young, only thirteen years old but were mischievous children that liked to wreak havoc. The moment they met, they just clicked into place. Together. He was running down the street, his nanny frantically chasing after him when he crashed into her, the adorable little girl with all the adults surrounding her, wrapped around her little finger. He, for the first time, acts like a perfect gentlemen and offers his hand to help her up. She shakes her head and gets up herself, smoothing down the front of her white dress.
"I'm Clary."
"I'm Jace."
From then on it was a flurry of white chocolate, pink ribbons and yellow daffodils. (When what she really wanted was dark chocolate, tattered black ribbons and bloodstained red roses.)
They meet again in the same place. Except this time it was from across a brightly lit and crowded ballroom, eyes catching each other almost instantly. He smirks and her breath catches. (It's never done that before.)
He crosses the ballroom, casually flirting with a few young ladies before moving on, closer to her. (She pretends that sudden ache in her chest isn't jealousy.)
He finally reaches her whilst she's striking up conversation with a handsome (smitten), young (naive) shadowhunter. He has a glint in his eyes, one that she's seen many times before. On the faces of all the young men that she's strung along for fun. (She tells herself she doesn't care. She does.)
They carelessly flirt and jab at one another, in a cautious dance of lies, concealed truths and sinful glances. They catch up. Her mother is gone. Her brother is annoying. Her father is evil. His father was slaughtered. His mother suicided. He is alone. None of these things are mentioned. He's grown up and so has she. He's devilishly handsome and she's wickedly beautiful and they're aware of it. They gloat and drown in their own vain splendor, and laugh at other people's misfortune. (Never their own). They spot a blond haired boy with a broken nose chatting up a short, frizzy-haired red-head. They laugh. (They don't dare mention the similarities or the happiness that radiated off the eerily familiar couple.)
The night has ended and they're ready to go, they had long ago drifted away from each other to find their next victims. As they walk out they don't even bother to say goodbye, merely sending one another secret winks that promise much. He leaves with a harem of girls and she with awestruck followers. (She brushes against him with an airy apology, a light giggle, and a flutter of eyelashes that leaves him momentarily stunned.)
They keep bumping into each other. It's accidental of course. (They would never purposely look for one another. ) and they soon have a daily ritual of hanging around the Accords Hall, pointing out the flaws of each unfortunate passer-by to enter their view. (They never look at each other when they make those snide comments.)
She wishes he was just a toy so she could use him and discard him. (But she can't, she won't and that's what scares her.)
He introduces her to his friends slash family, the Lightwood's. The parents think her an angel (They both give sly looks at each other.) and the three siblings worship the ground they stand on. They all hang out together and pretend to be the 'innocent angels' the family believes them to be. (The siblings never notice the not-so-subtle devious looks exchanged between the pair of angels.)
She loved him and she knew that he loved her. (But love has never been her or their forte and she just has that gut feeling that it wasn't going to end well.)
Her father has started a war and they're on opposite sides. They don't notice. (Yes she does). She chooses her family. He chooses his. It's not as if they're selfless because they're terribly selfish, but because this love that they have for one another frightens them and they don't really want a Romeo and Juliet love story. They're too selfish to die for something as stupid and ridiculous as love.
And like their re-meeting so long ago, they are in the same ballroom as before, negotiating terms to an alliance. Her by her father's side and he by his family's side, on different sides of the room. She has lost many of her soldiers, not that she cares or has noticed. He has lost friends and family and cares, and notices. His now unforgiving stare penetrates her icy black heart and she almost feels regret. Almost. They realise what this scene looks like and they don't like it. Neither one of the two twisted, cruel individuals want to restart this vicious circle that they have invented for themselves. So this time, he stays put, doesn't move or look at her. And neither does she.
She wanted him to be hers forever and ever and ever. (But forever is a very long time.)
Thank you very much everybody and I hoped you enjoyed. If you liked it or didn't liked it, please review! It is very much appreciated!
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