Ok, so I got my muse back eventually and decided to write an Infernal Devices fanfiction, because I love the books.
Yes, I am more of a fan of the WillTess pairing, but I felt that Jem should have her and I should at least write one fanfiction that involved Will being happy even without Tess.
The basic outline of the story is that Will meets a girl named Arielle, and all sorts of things happen.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing.
Comments and reviews are very much appreciated.
The bell rang with a clatter that shook Will from his reading. He turned his eyes momentarily to the bay window, spotting a female in a dress of a most unusual design. Stray particles, like dust, clouded his vision and he frowned, shaking his head a little and sending his cropped dark locks wavering a little. His eyes fluttered up to the sky, dark eyelashes casting intricate shadows upon those sculpted cheekbones as he looked heavenwards. It had just began to snow, powdering the world in a light mist.
Those eyes closed then, the flawless blue of freshly picked peonies hidden from view by the lashes that many a girl would have begged for before they reopened, just as the bell was tugged for a second, insistent time. It grated within his ears like a foghorn, and he sat back, leaning against the heavy velvet drape and brooding on why Sophie had not yet gone to answer it.
Then of course he remembered; Sophie had been taken 'training' with Gideon, if that was what you could call secret outings that probably involved some frolicing that should most certainly not happen to a woman of her state in society, or rather, the lack of 'Mrs' at the beginning of her name. But Gideon had proposed to her; Will could still remember the night. They had been celebrating some new invention of Henry's, when suddenly Gideon had stood and announced his intentions to Sophie.
Henry, being Henry had choked on a chicken bone and Jem had had to escort him to the medical wing. Good old Jem. Charlotte, having sat back down again heavily had murmured some congratulations, her face a little paler. It was not on Sophie's part, but he knew how Charlotte's brain worked - she would be thinking of Benedict Lightwood, that pompous old fart, and his rows with the court. But then, he also knew Charlotte would consider they knew of his demon pox.
Perhaps it was Charlotte's musings that had inspired his own.
Thankfully however he did not bear a child that could kick at the flesh of the belly, hurting the mother and earning sweet coos of delight from all other female members in the room. Such strange creatures females were. Strange indeed. And then Tess.. she was simply-
The bell rang for the third time, and Will's eyes flashed open, the blue hues infuriated even as he clambered off the window seat, dropping the book and walking slowly downstairs. If they had deemed that their business was urgent enough to rouse him from his thoughts, well perhaps they would be inclined to wait a little longer. Will moved over to the sprawling array of weaponary that adorned the coat rack; his fingertips grazed Jessie's umbrella and a wave of remorse swept through him.
The shadowhunter life ruined everything else.
He plucked from the pile a slender blade concealed in a sheath that appeared to be a cane - Jem had designed it and it had his lingering feel, lingering touch to it. The oriental dragons that carved down the piece had been done in his own hand, and Will brought it up to his face, inspecting it as he again became engaged with his mind and the meaning to the curves of the dragon, until the bell, again, brought him back. He shook his head a little; he was getting far too preoccupied with life in general.
Sliding the cane into his right hand he made his way leisurely towards the door, pulling it open and leaning up against the door frame. The woman had disappeared, and more of out precaution than anything his hand tightened on the handle, even though outwardly he was cool, composed and collected.
His sharp mind immediately captured the scene and devoted it to memory; there were footprints in the snow, footprints that came towards him and then seemed to curve slightly around the corner of the door, almost to lean against the pillar to the doorway; Will had done it many times, be it avoiding Jem or simply too out of breath to continue onwards.
And then there was that unfamiliar little grey scrap of cloth.
He drew the blade a little, feeling that tug and pull of the cane as he pushed his thumb into the hidden catch and unlocked it from it's held postion; the spring within the cane seemed like a wild beast raring to be free of the bonds that so diligently held it in place; the ingenious coils.
Slowly he made his way from the doorway, moving ever so gradually from it until the reflection of the dull sun on the snow was almost blinding and he had to turn his face a little to the side to prevent the image from being seared into his retinas. The enemy would obviously have the advantage of an attack.
Inch by inch he took the courtyard, and with each step he remained free of attack - if one didn't count the pigeons of course. He extended the cane slowly, prodding the fabric. It fluttered limply, but other than that stayed still. Suddenly he heard a very abrupt, harsh cough and whirled, sheath flying off the blade as he angled it in the direction of his attacker.
What he saw however, was not the attacker one would expect.
A woman around the same age as he was pressed up against a pillar, her dark red hair knotted and tangled and vibrant green eyes shining from her gaunt and hollowed face. She was incredible beautiful; this enchanting feline beauty that one would associate with the likes of a fair maiden. Her clothes however, were torn and bloodied - there was a rip up the side of her skirt that exposed a slender leg to the knee and Will averted his eyes out of courtesy, focusing on that face.
"Excuse me..." Her voice was soft and exquisitely delicate, and for a few moments she trembled a little as if the wind itself could have blown her away. "I am looking for a Theresa Gray..." Her breathing was shallow and labored; the slightest trail of blood ran down from her lower lip before her eyes rolled back and she pitched sideways.
Ever the gentleman, Will's body worked faster than his mind and he dropped the blade - which would have earnt him a lecture from Charlotte about always being prepared - capturing her in his arms. He hoisted her up slowly; a look of slight disdain crossed his face, even as he inelegantly shifted her over his shoulder and retrieved the delicate ivory cane.
Will turned, sliding the woman back into his arms in a bridal style before he took her round the long way to the unhallowed house, grumbling about the indecency of mortals.
He couldn't help himself however, as he twisted an arm around her and swept the hair from her face, gazing into that smooth, ivory complexion.
I hope you're liking it so far, remember, I love reviews. ;3
Sophie will return home in the next chapter, along with everyone else who will make a complete fuss over her. I can't say that Sophie isn't relieved that the attention isn't on her.