As Jamie Campbell Bower's being cast as Jace makes me very happy indeed, I thought I would celebrate by comparing two of his most prestigious works.
No, really, I watched Sweeney Todd and I just had this image and I had to write in down. I don't particularly even know what the following is. Enjoy this piece crack musicalness ;D
Jace looked up at the window of the Institute. He'd woken, needed some air, anything, really, to get out of the church. He'd been somewhere in the gardens when he'd noticed the light in the window, and on further inspection, the red headed figure gazing out of it. When she'd realised who it was watching her, Clary had hurriedly pulled across the curtain, flushed.
Jace grinned, and looked at his feet. He'd never felt this way before, really, about anyone, and he didn't know exactly what it was and it scared the hell out of him. But it was uplifting, it was freeing, and it was terrifying all at the same time, and it was new. So new and foreign and exhilarating that he just wanted to sing.
Stepping back into the shadows lest Alec or worse, Maryse, find him, he began whispering under his breath. "I feel you, Clarissa," he sang, half to himself, half to the crimson topped mystery in the lighted window. "I feel you… I was half convinced I'd waken, satisfied enough to dream you – happily I was mistaken," he chuckled in wonder as he remembered the first time he'd seen her, in the club, screaming at the apparent murder she was, unbelievably, witnessing. "Clarissa!" he almost shouted, his mouth splitting into a rare grin as he wandered among the shrubs.
"I'll steal you, Clarissa, I'll steal you…" he breathed, closing his eyes as he imagined the scent of her hair; he'd be holding her, breathing it in, as she made art on her paper.
"I'll steal you, Clarissa, I'll steal you," he repeated, leaning on a small tree. He smirked as he thought of how she had been hidden away, all those years, when she could have been - should have been – learning their ways, their trades. "Do they think that wards could hide you?" he wondered, shaking his head. "Even now I'm at your window… I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your scarlet hair!" He felt exhilarated, like nothing he'd ever felt before.
"I feel you, Clarissa," he announced, maybe to himself or maybe to her, he wasn't sure. "And someday I'll steal you. Till I'm with you then, I'm with you there –" He leapt onto the stone bench, eyes wide and transfixed on the window, and sang. "Sweetly buried in your scarlet hair!"
The light in the window clicked off, and the magic faded. Jace stood motionless on the bench, wondering what on earth this almost-mundane had sparked in him.
So, um, yeah, that was basically it. Sorry not sorry.
I now want to write the reprise. Maybe Valentine could be Sweeney, and Sebastian could be the crazy beggar woman. Yeah!