Mary sat on the institute step, her hair damp and starting to frizz. She was seemingly coated in dirt, wrecking yet another set of Isabelles clothes. Sighing deeply, she got up and swung the institute doors open. The walls were no longer closing in on her, instead they were wide, tall, and curved gracefully up into a dome like shape. The floor held a incrediably colored and detailed mosaic of Angel Raziel, his wings furled out, all the eyes wide open. He had a fearless expression, a cool calm, as he held the Mortal Cup in one hand, and sword in the other.
Her thoughts of the Mortal Cup sparked a memory. She remembered mumbles of plans, boastful remarks. With a glower she swallowed these thoughts into the depth of her mind.
She heard her name called outside, but ignored this and walked down to the elevator. Pressing the button Jace had, she stepped in the elevator as the doors shrieked open.
They closed again, and she selected the highest number she could find. Mary felt her stomach drop to her knees as the elevator rised, gears grinding and cables taught.
The doors opened again, to reveal a foreign hallway. Mary started down it, following the witchlight torches that lit the hall with a pale, but bright glow. She stopped though, seeing a warm yellow light spilled from under a set of large double doors.
Curious, she opened it. With a little gasp, she saw a beautiful bed of vibrant flowers, hues of the rainbow, and rich greens. Inching in more, she looked back and forth before heading in. Vines curled up to the roof freely, and there were much more beds of flowers. A winding staircase lead up, and there was a metal bench sitting in front of a couple unbloomed flowers.
The roof was made up of glass panes, that showed the sky. Some silvery stars peeked through the lingering rain clouds, and a half moon was blurred by a passing cloud. Maybe it was a greenhouse?
No matter, it was beautiful. She immediately felt at peace, surrounded by such bright life. Mary sat on the bench, closing her eyes and leaning back.
In her haze of content, she started thinking of angels. Their glorious, snow white feathers, to their near perfect profiles. The swords they held, that blazed with the power of heavenly fire, and molted iron eyes that flashed danger and peace, all at once. Sharp angles of the face, soft gold curls-
What the heck? It was stupid Jace again, invading her mind with his perfectness. Only recently she had noticed his actual looks, since she started making eye contact with him. Why did he have to butt in suddenly, and ruin her thoughts.
"Mary!" she heard from a distance. Probably downstairs. Isabelle could yell loud, not surprise. Mary found herself shrinking into her seat, finally noticing the ruined jeans and mud stained shirt. She felt pretty bad, Isabelle was being so nice, and she repays her by destroying her donated clothes.
Head in her hands, Mary blew out a breath. Taking one last glance of the flowers, she left the alluring garden. Sauntering down the hall to the library, she felt completely un-excited to confront Isabelle.
Isabelle was literally running from hall to hall of the vast institute, while Jace simply strolled behind, hands in pockets.
"Why don't you just shake a bag of treats?" Jace offered. "She'll come, defiantly"
Isabelle turned around, a wickedly scary glare pointed his way. "Jace! Stop it you-"
She was interrupted as she saw a flash of flaming red, and a porcelain face appear in the corner of her eye. "Oh! Mary!" Isabelle cried, relieved. Mary simply waved, as quiet as usual. Jace looked at her in disbelief, but seemed to hide it well.
"Talk about bipolar…" he murmured. "Well, you guys are reunited, my work here is done." The gold haired boy announced, then wandered away down the corridor. Mary couldn't help but watch as he left, his tan skin looking silver under the witchlight.
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Mary yawned , stretching out her muscles. She felt a trickle of relief as her back crackled, then rubbed her eyes. The sun shone through the gap between her drawn curtains, making a small river of light.
She uncovered herself from the plush, plain white covers, and sat up on the four poster bed, looking at blank beige walls. It wasn't much, but it beat chains and cement by a landslide. Mary felt like she was sleeping on a cloud, or marshmallow, it was all so soft.
Hesitant to leave her fluffy heaven, Mary got out of bed. Although carpeted, the floor was cold and sent goosbumps up her body. She was again in her grimy sweatpants, and training tank top she found in the empty drawers of her nightstand.
Mary opened her curtains, looking out into the early morning. The sky was starting to turn from a sunrise orange to bright blue. Clouds were white and strung out, like pulled cotton strewn out along the sapphire blue sky.
Soon she departed from the window, and towards the door. She exited her room, and headed to the kitchen for something to eat, morning hunger grumbling away.
Coming in the kitchen, she padded over to the fridge, opening it. More cool air didn't help with her chilliness, but her fascination with the fridge overlooked that.
Mary had never seen much, besides knives, seraph blades, and grey. Sure, she knew the general idea of the fridge, but she thought it was amazing how it retained cold and kept the food inside chilled.
After her little moment of curiosity, she grabbed an apple. She came over to the table, sitting down. It was oddly quiet, and she was surprised that no one else was up yet. Peering over the counter, she looked at the stove time.
8:15 it read in green, digitized letters. Not to early. Shouldn't they…
A disheveled looking Alec came in, pushing back his thick black hair. He grabbed a foam box of Raman noodles, a fork, then settled down in wooden chair across from her. Only then did he look up, and noticed the red head awkwardly avoiding his line of sight, chewing on her apple.
The tired glaze that was over his head lifted, and he also noticed he was eating cold noodles. Not again he thought, getting up.
"Good morning." Mary drew out. Alec turned from getting cereal from the coverts above the stove, acknowledging her.
"Morning" Alec uttered, as he grabbed milk.
It was Jace's turn to saunter on in. "Um Alec" Jace smirked. Alec look at him in question. "The milk"
Alec looked down to see the counter covered milk, and not a single drop in the bowl. "Damn it!" he said under his breath, as he reached desperately over for a towel. Jace chuckled, grabbing some paper towel to help his parabati out.
"How late did you stay up?" he asked, wiping up the floor. Alec yawned loudly.
"About twelve. I was reading" he answered.
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Just saying, I never really thought Alec was much of a morning person. I dunno. Weird assumptions I guess.
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