Clary danced through Jace's dreams.
Like night mares, he became restless, tossing and turning in his bed at the institute. The small freckles on her face were like a dot-to-dot pattern he longed to figure out, like the twisting runes he saw as a child.
He wandered through the halls of the institute as he headed up towards the greenhouse. Since Hodge had left the plants had struggled to live, he made it his mission to return it to the glory it had been when the flowers waved peacefully as they sang in the breeze from the small windows.
Sitting on the bench he watched the midnight flower blossom. Its flower a vibrant red as it faced towards the moon. It was just as beautiful as when he had brought Clary here. Her amazed eyes were like a whispering shadow he ached for as the petals began to fall to the ground like ash.
He watched her at the burnt ashes of her family home. Before she was born her grandparents had loved and laughed and lived in those walls, but now it was just a skeleton like their memories. She wore an elegant dress like and angel and swept across the tormented floor without leaving a footprint. High above her head she held the witchlight he had given her, illuminating her path. He watched her in Alicante. He saw her with her brother, how he tortured her. She saw her crying over the life she would have had, but insisted that it wouldn't be the same without him in it.
He knew he felt the same. It was the blood of an angel that ran so pure in them. If he had ever been asked about soul mates he would have laughed about the requited love stories. He believed that people were on their own, here only to complete their task.
But Clary changed that.
...
The mundane world was so different to the shadow world. But to Clary there was no difference.
She had felt lost, like something was missing for quite some time now. Her heart ached but she didn't know what it longed for. Then there was Simon, her best friend who was hiding secrets from her, he even seemed to have a new life that she couldn't figure out where she belonged.
Jace, the new kid in school seemed to be in majority of her classes. She didn't really consider anything odd about it.
He sat next to her in art, watching her paint a picture of a city. A wave of hope flew through him as he recognised it as Alicante.
"It's beautiful," he whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Glancing around the room she noticed that one of the girls was watching his avidly.
She nodded, smoothly like she had done the day before. The painting confused her, it looked nothing like New York, she couldn't figure out where it was. Jace knocked her out of her reverie again. She had forgotten that he was still there watching her.
"My father used to live in a city like that," he had to force himself not to continue as he thought about the dreams he had been having. She stood in the middle under one of the glass towers, singing a dreaming song as she span in a circle with her arms out. She wore a white gown, making her look more like an angel as danced around her.
"I wish I could live there," her voice was smooth, saddened slightly.
We will, Jace promised.
...
Clary sat in a small chair stirring her coffee as she listened to Eric's newest lot of poems. He had surprisingly moved from using the word 'loins' in all his poems but it wasn't much of an improvement. She saw Jace walk through the crowded room and sit in the seat where Simon had been moments before.
"Horrible poetry," he commented.
"What would you know about poetry? You fail to even write anything other than your name in class."
"My name is poetry."
She made a noise which sounded like a spluttering laugh and turned back towards facing the stage, hoping that Simon would return soon. There was something about Jace that she didn't understand and her senses told her she didn't want to.
"Maybe we should leave and go back to mine," he insisted as she watched her slowly consider it.
"Do most girls respond to you when insult their friends hoping that they will run off and do the nasty with you?" Her voice was on a border line between angry and teasing.
"Well I wouldn't call it nasty, messy maybe, but nasty is a ten foot dragon attacking a bunch of kids who throw rocks at it. But me? I'm part angel."
She felt herself on the verge of laughter again.
"How about a movie then?"
"Oh I see how it is, you ask a girl to sleep with you before asking her on a date. Classy."
"Good, I'll pick you up at 7."