Hey back with a new story concept. I actually came up with this while I was listing to Simple Man by Lynryd Skynyrd( hence the title). I would love to hear feed back on this first chapter to see if you like it or not, and I think I will start posting every Tuesday Friday and Sunday, just so I will keep writing and have some sort of time table.
With out any further delay here it is!
Clary was sitting in the Library, sketch pad resting in her lap as she sketched the sleeping church, curled up in a spotlight spilling onto the floor from one of the six foot windows that illuminated the room. She liked to just st here sometimes with the same kind of Tea hodge used to make, but it never tasted as sweet now that Mayres made it. Never the less, Clary's hands were thoroughly darkened by the led from her pencil as she finished up the sketch. For a moment, Clary considered going up to her room at the institute to grab her oil pastels, when the door to the Library opened. It was Jace.
"I thought I might find you here." Jace stated while walking in. He had a leather bound book tucked under his arm, and walked to a shelf behind her.
"What's that?" Clary asked setting the sketch pad to the side as she rose to her feet. Clary watched Jace examine the book, a smile forming on his lips.
"It's a story that I found when I first came here." Jace explained, opening the book for me to see. The first page had an illustration of a Shadow Hunter, clad in dark gear, riding on powerful looking black mustang. In the Mysterious Shadow Hunter's hand was a burning Seraph blade while his other hand held the reins on the horse.
"It tells the story of a Shadow Hunter that went town to town slaying demons for mundanes, but went on his way before anyone could name him. In the Clave's eyes he was a renegade, a man who didn't let the law apply to him because he was friendly with Downworlders, before the accords, and that made him an abomination."
"May I?" Clary asked holding out her hands. Jace obliged and set the book carefully into her hands.
"We going to train in an hour, by the way." Jace said, wrapping his arms around Clary from behind. "Would you like me to walk you to your room, and maybe hang out together for a while." Jace whispered in her ear, and she blushed.
"Let me grab my sketch pad and then we'll see." Clary smile, and looked to the floor, trying to hid her embarrassed face from Jace's prying eyes. Then Clary let Jace walk her to her room and set her sketch pad and book on her bed side table before Jace pulled her close to him.
His golden eyes stared into Clary's own emerald green eyes, then flickered down to her lips before leaning forward and pressing his lips gently onto Clary's. Her fingers combed into Jace's golden hair, and his hands slid down Clary's waist to the small of her back. He lifted Clary up and set her down on the bed, and she giggled lightly.
"What?" Jace said leaning down, and then leaving kisses as he traveled down Clary's neck.
"You know, right about now someone interrupts us, like clock work." Clary gasped out, before Jace reappeared in front of her with a cocky smile.
"Are you making excuses?" Jace toyed while he lifted Clary's Green tank top over her head and threw it on the ground somewhere behind him. "Because…" and now Clary could see the desire in his eyes as he stared at her. "It's not like this is the first time."
"Yeah, but…" Clary's voice faded as she heard the tell tale sound of Isabelle's shoes clicking closer to her room. Clary sighed.
"Are you kidding me." Jace groaned as turned towards the door. "Maybe if we're quiet she'll go away." Jace and Clary controlled there breathing, silently praying that Izzie would keep walking past, but they were not that lucky.
"Clary can I come in?" Isabella asked and Clary's eyes went wide.
"No." Clary answered a little too eagerly.
"Clary...is Jace in there with you?" Isabelle asked, suspicion rising in her voice.
Clary laughed uneasily. "noooo." Clary drew out the no.
"Oh so i can come in then…" Isabelle pushed open the door slightly, but then Jace intervened.
"Can we get an hour alone, with out you snooping into our private business?" Jace shouted at Isabella, and she started to laugh.
"Fine whatever, just meet us in the training room in a bit ok." Isabelle stated and then shut the door. Jace rolled his eyes and turned back to Clary.
"I am going to kill my sister someday." Jace growled
"Unless you die by her horrible inability to cook." Clary supplied and Jace laughed as she stole a kiss from Clary.
"Would you cry over me?"
"For months." Clary fake swooned.
"And would you ever move on?" Jace pressed, his lip up turned on the corner of his mouth. Clary thought for a moment before replying.
"Probably."
"What?" Jace looked down at Clary, and narrowed his vision on her. "I thought I was you only love."
"I'm kidding." Clary rolled her eyes, and kissed Jace pulling him closer to her. "I will die as on old cat lady pining for you long after you die of food poisoning." At that Jace laughed and continued to Kiss Clary, caressing her bare collarbone in the dim light of her room.
Kind of short and not much plot yet, but that's the first chapter. I may or may not post the next chapter later this evening, if my homework and studying doesn't take too much time. Senior year and all that jazz. Anyway what do you think. I would love to hear from you!