"Get away from me!" Clary screeched from across the room, hurt evident in her voice.
Jace couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but one thing had led to another, and they were both yelling awful things. Things they didn't mean but yelled anyway, just in an attempt to hurt the other.
Clary backed up, nearing the front door of their shared apartment, and shakily opened the door handle.
Jace could see her resolve crumbling. He could see the tears threatening to spill over her cheeks, but knew she would never let them fall. Not when he was standing right in front of her.
"I-I need to go. I… yeah," She turned and fled the house. Jace made a move toward the door and slipped through the threshold.
"Clary!" He called, watching as her small form ran down the stairs and disappeared through the front door of the apartment building they lived in.
Jace sighed and walked slowly back to the apartment. He ran a hand through his hair and closed the door with a click. Jace left it unlocked though. He didn't see clary grab her keys, and he wanted to make sure that she could get back in.
He sat heavily on the couch and picked up a book. It was something Clary had left lying around, full of drawn images and textboxes. His eyes scanned over the words and pictures, though his mind didn't process anything. When he looked up again, it was dark outside, and the time on his phone read 7:00.
She's probably just going to spend the night at the Institute, or maybe with her mom, Jace thought. Though, that didn't stop the pang of concern from going through him.
He flipped open his phone and sent a text:
To Clary-
Hey. I'm sorry about everything earlier. You know I don't mean what I said. I'm sorry. J.
Jace decided that he should call around, just to make sure she's alright.
He knew that Clary could take care of herself, but even after all these years he still could shake the image of the short, fire-tempered mundie girl he fell in love with. Every time she went out alone he had this feeling she might never come back, and that scared him more than anything else in the world.
After various conversations to the lightwoods, Clary's mom, Luke, and Magnus, Jace was starting to really worry. Where else would she have gone?
He threw a jacket over his shoulder, and headed to the door. When he stepped outside Jace stopped short.
Clary was lying on the floor, her body huddled up in a ball and leaning against the wall. Jace sighed in relief that she was okay.
Leaning down to gently lift up her sleeping form, Jace pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, walking them both back into the apartment and softly closing the door.
It was late. Maybe 1:00am? Alec wasn't sure. He hadn't thought about the time all day.
Him and Magnus had spent the whole day together, and had both left their phones on silent in the kitchen.
It had been so long since they had been alone together, and when Alec had stopped by unexpectedly in the morning with coffee and breakfast, Magnus had refused to let him leave.
"Stay, Alexander. It's been so long," The warlock had said. Alec had thought he looked way too good at eight in the morning. A glitter-free face, and unstyled hair had left him looking relatively normal for once in awhile.
They had eaten bagels and drank warm coffee in the pale winter light of Magnus' kitchen. Chairman Meow had been sitting happily on the plush carpet, and the high warlock's slit eyes had been glittering with happiness.
Alec could picture living like that. Never having to leave.
He could picture waking up in the bright colored bed Magnus adored, and slowly getting dressed under the sharp eye of his warlock. Leisurely walking down to the small cafè down the street and ordering breakfast. Talking about what they wanted to do that day. And then, when the day had ended, and the sun had long since set, they would both lie down and slowly drift off to sleep. The way Alec had wanted to for so long.
When breakfast had disappeared, they still sat, chatting about the past few days and what each had done.
Later on, Magnus had suggesting they go out and see the sun. Alec had thought that maybe a walk through the park might be a good idea, and they had both bundled up in warm coats and thick scarves to ward of the biting wind, before heading out the door.
Magnus had kept the steady chatter going through the whole walk, and Alec continuously pointed out nice scenes that dotted the public area. Small children held hands and ran around trees, and it made Alec wish that adults didn't have to grow up and think it weird. He took Magnus' hand in light of that, and smiled.
The rest of their day had been spent in small bistros and quaint shops. Warm mugs of coffee, and the pleasant look of Magnus without any fancy hairdos or extreme glittering accessories.
When they had finally returned home, it was still early, and Alec had suggested they watch a movie. Something that he never got the chance to do with his shadowhunter upbringing.
Movies were something that they never had the luxury of watching, as Hodge had always thought their time was better spent memorizing runes and demons and battle techniques.
When Alec had mentioned this, Magnus took it upon himself to order chinese food and line up a stack of movies that Alec "absolutely must watch".
When they were well into their third movie, Alec had found that his eyes were slipping shut for longer and longer periods of time. When Magnus had noticed, he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and whispered, "Sleep, Alexander. I'll still be here when you wake,"
He must have been sleeping for quite a while, however, because when he woke, there was pale light streaming through curtains and he was tucked up under a pile of neon blankets in his warlock's bed, being held very close by Magnus Bane.
Izzy's long hair was tickling his nose. She had pulled it up and out of her face a few hours ago. Simon thought it was halfway through Episode II: Attack of the Clones.
Now, she was sound asleep and tucked under his arm. Her face was cleared of makeup, and she was swallowed in Simon's grey hoodie.
Every few moments, Simon had to look down and remind himself that this was not a whole big dream. That this badass girl who was sitting curled up next to him was his.
He wanted this moment to last forever. Isabelle didn't let in many people, and Simon couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky that he go to be one of those people. Felt incredibly lucky that she trusted him. That Izzy let him in when she found herself crying over the loss of Max. When she had no makeup on and was lying on her bed in sweats.
"Mhm, Simon. What time is it?" She mumbled, her face pressed against his chest.
"About 11. I should probably be heading home soon," He said, thinking that his mother might start to worry if he didn't show.
"Do you have to leave?"
"Sorry, Iz. You know I do," She sat up from under him and began to get everything ready for him to leave.
"Alright. Just… text me when you get home?" She peered at him from under thick lashes, concern for his well-being clear in her eyes.
"Of course. You know you don't need to worry about me anymore, though," he gave her a hug, and felt her warmth seep into him.
Isabelle walked over to the door, and led him outside. She shivered in the sudden cold, and rubbed her arms against the wind.
"Go back inside, Izzy, it's freezing out here," Simon said, he pressed his lips to hers for a moment, before heading out of the Institute and hailing a cab.
When the driver had dropped him off in front of his house, he walked quickly up the steps and locked the door behind him.
Flipping open his phone, he sent a text.
To Izzy-
I'm not home. Home is where you are. ;)
From Izzy-
Loser. I'll see you tomorrow
hey :) so this was a collection of short little… things that my sleep deprived brain thought up. my thoughts for this was ways to say "i love you." without saying those words out loud. hope you all enjoyed it!
-mischiefmanaged1916
