I've never written for the Infernal Devices before. So enjoy? Review? Whatever. This fic sorta breaks my heart a little. I never really thought much of Sophie, but then I was rereading Clockwork Angel, and something hit me :P
Disclaimer: No. I do not own the Infernal Devices, but oh! How complete my life would be if I did! :D
"It's alright to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they are worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it."
-Sophie, Clockwork Angel
She quietly slips into his bedroom, her slippers padding almost noiselessly. How absurd. She shouldn't be in here. Master Jem is already asleep, and she is expected to leave him alone.
She stands by the door, barely breathing, just watching. She knows she has no purpose being here, but she couldn't sleep without going. As quickly as she dares, she scurries up to his bedside, and hesitantly sits on the edge of an armchair. Her eyes widen slightly at the sharp tangy smell of yin fen.
His eyes are closed, but they are moving restlessly. His breathing is rattled, but he looks serene. Bits of long, pale hair fall onto his flushed cheek. Sophie smiles faintly, and before she can lose her nerve, reaches out her hand to tentatively stroke his face.
He stirs, but doesn't awaken. "Oh, Jem." She whispers, her voice catching. She knows she's torturing herself. That she'll never be able to have him, but still; having him for those few precious minutes every night almost makes up for ache she feels every morning.
She sits there, thinking about what it would be like; being a shadowhunter, living in the institute and having a real shot at someone like Jem Carstairs. A tear leaks down her cheek, and she makes no move to wipe it.
A strand of her hair falls from her bun and tickles Jem's cheek. As he moves his hand to wave off the nuisance, so does Sophie. Their fingers meet, and Jem's eyes begin to open.
Half awake, Jem groggily mumbles, "Tessa?"
And Sophie's heart breaks a little more, because here comes another reason why Jem will never love her.
