A/N: Just a short oneshot based on the song "Tattooed" by Damhnait Doyle. Set between "City of Bones" and "City Of Ashes". No spoilers that would make sense. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.
Tattooed
You're tattooed on my skin
Don't know where you end and I begin
You're tattooed on my soul
Are you the part that makes me whole?
Silence surrounded her as she stared down at her barren arm. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears. Glassy- like the weapon he had used to apply the Mark. Even though her skin showed no visible signs of it, Clary could swear that there were tiny uplifted scars that weaved the memory of the lacelike mark he had imprinted on her pale arm.
Her first Mark was a rough encounter. Her skin felt tortured as he ran his stele over the flesh, smelling as though it was burning up. He had cleared his face of emotion as he etched out the Mark. Since then, it had been her only Mark- her only proof that she was indeed a member of the Nephilim.
Clary hadn't been in contact with Jace since a little over a week, and it was really waning on her. Without him, there were no sunny skies, no sense of joy or belonging. Simon made her feel somewhat at home, but the feeling could never compare to when she was with Jace. When she had told Magnus she felt as if she had grown up with a part of her missing, she wasn't lying. He was the part of her that made her whole.
When he put the Mark on her, he had tattooed himself on her skin. And Clary knew well enough that tattoos were not reversible. Tattoos were forever.