I am not Cassandra Clare. I do not own her story or any of her characters.
This scene is just a small Jocelyn and Valentine scene with Clary watching without their notice. This is my first one so go easy on the criticism.
Clary crept into the dark room, tears spilling down her face from her conversation with Jace. To her surprise, she found Jocelyn and Valentine three feet apart glaring at each other. The emotions there were so strong that they didn't notice Clary's presence.
They stood there silently in the dark lit by only one small window at the back. They were still staring. Valentine's eyes a hard onyx, Jocelyn, a vibrant green fire.
Then the scene changed dramatically. Jocelyn took a small step forward, still leaving a gap between her and Valentine. She draped one arm around his neck and the other was holding a knife.
They still had their eyes locked together but Clary noticed a change in them. Valentine didn't have a glint of rage anymore but more of a soft gray and Jocelyn had lost the flames in hers, it was replace by a subtle green.
Finally she spoke, "Valentine," her voice was like a croon when she said his name, "if I give you a dagger what would you do with it?"
It took Clary some time to understand what her mother was saying. When she did there was a one-sided battle in her head, She's going to give the knife to him! She's giving him a chance to kill her! Another voice spoke from the back of her brain, But will he?
Clary saw the look in Valentine's eyes again and noticed something she hadn't before, an ancient longing that he was covering with other emotions. The same look Jace has when he looks at Clary.
It also took Valentine a minute to process Jocelyn's words. "Jocelyn," his voice also wrapped around her name, "I would drop it." He said the last words so fiercely that Clary nearly believed him.
Jocelyn put the dagger into one of his hands and curled his fingers around it. Valentine's hand shook.
Clary stood stock still sweating madly, preparing to pounce at any strange movements. What she saw next was completely unexpected.
Jocelyn swung her, now free arm, around his neck looking like she knows what she's doing. As soon as she did that, Valentine's hand stopped shaking and unfurled. The blade slid slowly from his hand and landed with a clatter on the floor. When the room was silent again, Valentine moved closer to Jocelyn and closed the gap.
There! It came to me in a dream once and I thought I should write it down.