Hi guys, my first fanfic. I'm a Clebastian shipper! Enjoy!
Ama me fideliter, Fidem meam toto, Decorde totaliter, Et ex mente tota, Sum presentialiter, Absens in remota.
Love me faithfully, See how I am faithful, With all my heart and all my soul, I am with you, even though I am far away
Clary glanced at the angel wings in the institute. The message read: I'm coming. Sebastian was coming. Coming for her. And he was going to kill everyone she loved. Nights nowadays were filled with eerie silence and she felt utterly alone. Jace couldn't touch nor hold her so she would shiver her way through the night, listening to nothing but her own breathing.
Since Jace had the heavenly fire inside him, she was not able to kiss him. All she could do was look at his dark eyes and blonde hair and usher herself into holding back from her boyfriend. Only a few months ago, they were brother and sister in love but now: this felt worse.
Every night, she would look at him sleep, touching his burning skin lightly, hoping the fire would somehow go. The silent brothers were doing the best they could but Jace was still as hot as a burning stove. How could his skin be so pale but yet so warm? Clary sighed that night and drove away from him, lurching onto her itchy pillow. She thought about the wings. Could they fly away back to the angel?
A small thought came to mind. Whoever Sebastian had hurt was going to make him pay. She was suddenly worried about him for a flinch of a second but then shook her head vigorously and closed her eyes.
After hours of restless sleep, Clary fumbled for the weak bed lamp and pulled on a trench coat from her old clothes. This coat brought back memories. It smelt of her and Simon. Before all this had happened. She would go everywhere with it, hung back gracefully against her shoulder or wrapped tightly around her small waist. It still trudged reluctantly to the floor as she piled her pillow back into its position. She gazed at Jace who was sleeping soundlessly and left the room.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as she stepped into the kitchen. A small candle was lit on the table as Clary drove her hand onto the kettle, preparing herself some sweet Camomile Tea. Her mum used to make her Camomile Tea when she was ill; the Twinings one from downtown. She stirred the tea with a small spoon that was barely seen from the hot liquid. Clary handled the tea and drew it to her lips.
"Are you enjoying yourself there?" a cold, muffled voice came from the corner. It was familiar. The figure stepped forward. It was Sebastian.