Hello, Mundane! I see you have found my Clace drabble collection. Well, I hope you like what you have found.
Jace's P.O.V
Her hair, it's magnificent. When she runs, it just seems to billow out behind her, like a fan of flaming red. And it's so soft, how I would love to just run my hands through it. Oh how I would love to kiss her soft, pink lips, until they were red. She has come a long way since I first met her. She is stronger, faster, better at defending herself. And, by the Angel can she defeat a demon. And runes, she can basically make new ones, and they work! It's just fascinating. All this wouldn't be a problem; my feelings for her wouldn't be a problem if we weren't brother and sister. It's like a worm found in the sweetest of apples. They say that forbidden love is tragic, but what about when your love is forbidden because they are your sister. I thought, I hoped, that after time, after finding out we were so closely related, my feelings for her would change. Would fade into brotherly love. But, it hasn't. If anything, it made it stronger. I even tried to hate her, but every time I saw her, my true feelings rose to the surface, and it was impossible. Damn her! Damn her for being who she is. Damn her for being my sister. Damn her for not letting me hate her. Damn her! It's her fault. If she hadn't of been at the club when the demons were. If she hadn't seen me, if she hadn't screamed when we killed it. If she had only minded her own business, I wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't know about us, I wouldn't know about her. It's her fault.
It's her fault…or is it? Or is it mine?