OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE BY TELLING ME THAT YOU LIKE STOP EVERYTHING AND READ MY STUFF WHEN I UPDATE AND THAT YOU REALLY LOVE IT LIKE I'M NOT KIDDING, MY MOM KEEPS LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M PSYCHO CAUSE I KEEP GIGGLING BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL SO NICE LIKE WHO AM I, I DON'T GIGGLE. Anyways, let's dive in.
Clary woke to the sound of the shower running, she felt groggy her mouth was dry. Her back was starting to hurt from sleeping on the couch, but Izzy's room was so cold that she couldn't stand sleeping in there. She sat up, a blanket tangled in her legs and the window curtains opened so that the light of outside came in. Clary had a small headache, nothing she couldn't get rid of.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and remembered last night, getting decently drunk with Jace, the things he told her about his past and how he felt, his skilled hands creating the most mesmorizing music, and then thats when she remembered what she had said last night. She was mortified about telling him that she thought about kissing him. She didn't lie, but she'd hope that the wine would have kept some things to herself.
She rolled out of her makeshift bed and padded off to Izzy's bathroom. She took some medicine for her small headache before it got worse, just in enough time for Jace to finish his shower and give Clary the chance to shower herself. She was quick, not trying to waste too much time showering, her stomach growled and she was much too hungry to try to take her time in the shower.
Clary unwrapped the gauze, her would still wet but no longer bleeding, the wrapping covered in red. She winced at the pain a little, but thankfully the pills she took for her headache also numbed the pain in her hand. She looked through the cupboards to find a first aid and eventually found one. Taking a little too long to wrap her wound, but eventually getting it and clipping it.
She changed quickly and left the cold room, upset that the temperature throughout the warm apartment hadn't made it's way to Izzy's room.
She stepped out and stopped, Jace had his back to her over by the furnace with the smell of eggs and salsa throughout the room. He turned to her and smiled, shaking a pan with eggs frying, a fire crackling. The wood that was set up around the furnace had been taken apart by them the last three days, Clary wondered if they would run out of wood before the snow melted.
"How you feelin'?" Jace smiled up at her, she smiled back and stood by the fire, putting her hands close so that they could warm up. Just being in Izzy's cold room in a short time had made her fingertips chilled.
"Not hungover if that's what you're asking," He laughed, "But I'm alright, tiny headache, my back hurts a little."
Jace frowned at her and scrambled the eggs in the pan.
"Because of the couch?" He asked. "You want some?" He gestured towards the pan.
Clary smiled and nodded, "That'd be great. And yeah, most likely the couch."
She sat down as he made his way to the kitchen, the eggs scrambled and fully cooked. She listened as he gathered plates and dished up for them.
"Why don't you sleep in Izzy's room?" He asked, coming around the couch and setting her plate in front of her on the coffee table. She was glad that they could eat at the couch instead of the dining table, it felt too formal.
She gave him a look, "Have you been in there?"
He snickered, "Yeah, she's a mess."
She took a bite, her mouth filling with saliva from the great taste.
"Well, also, it's freezing in there. I swear she leaves the window open when she sleeps. She loves sleeping cold and I never understood why."
Jace smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, when we were kids and we'd have sleepovers in our rooms, she'd open the window during the night. I always had to close it during the night because Alec and I would freeze to death."
Clary laughed, imagining a little blond boy shivering and struggling to force a window closed, the moonlight shining on his hair and making it white. Her hand twitched at the image she wanted to draw.
Clary and Jace finished their breakfast in silence, scarfing down the food in minutes. Clary had sat on the floor so the coffee table was to her chest, Jace still on the couch sitting in the corner with his legs outstretched.
"How's your hand?" Jace asked. She looked down at it and touched the wrap.
"It's alright, thanks." She smiled at him.
"So," Jace began, he leaned forward and placed his finished plate on the coffee table next to Clary's, "What do we do today?"
Clary looked at her phone, clicking it. It was dead after not being able to charge it the last few days. She had sent a text earlier telling her mother and Luke that she probably wouldn't be able to text eventually because there was no power.
Clary turned to face Jace, "What do people usually do without power and being trapped?"
"I don't know... We don't really have board games or anything electricity to watch a movie. My laptop and phone are dead."
Clary looked back to her phone, "So is mine."
"We still have wine, but it might be too early to start drinking considering how much we drank last night." Jace gave her a crooked smile. Her stomach knotted when she remembered what she said last night. She wondered if he remembered or if he had dranken enough to forget. She assumed he remembered but was being a gentleman and not discussing last nights events.
They both sighed, both thinking of what they could do to pass the time.
Clary finally spoke, "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to hear you play more." She edged on. Jace smiled at her and stood, grabbing her plate as well as hers and putting them in the sink quickly.
She watched him sit at the piano and open the key drawer, his fingers sliding over the smooth tiles before beginning to play.
Clary watched him for a moment, watching his shoulders flex under his white tshirt as he moved his hands across the keys.
She grabbed the notepad and pen that had been sitting on the coffee table and started to sketch and moved herself upward to sit on the sofa, the same place Jace was sitting, in the corner with her legs out. She looked up at him to get the image of him.
Lines forming on the paper, she drew the curve of his back first, the wrinkles in his shirt and the small muscles that shied under the cotton. Each detail of his arms and the curling of his hair, shadowing his hair to show the difference in highlights, some locks lighter than others, some straighter than the rest. The paino he sat at and it's shine as the light from the window touched it. She listened to the music fill the room, realizing that she recognized the song.
"Opus 23?" She asked looking over her sketch.
Jace looked behind him but didn't stop playing, he knew where the keys were, knew the song well enough that he could have played it with his eyes closed.
"You know Dustin O'Halloran?" He asked, surprise in his tone.
Clary shrugged, "Just that song. I really like it."
He smiled and turned back to the piano, "Didn't know you knew that much music."
She smiled even though he couldn't see, "I listen to classical a lot thank you very much. Just because I don't play an instrument, doesn't mean I don't know my music."
Soon his hands began to slow, knowing that the song was coming to an end as he played the last note. He again, touched all of the keys before closing the door. He spun in the bench and looked at her, resting his elbows on his knees.
"What did you draw?" He asked.
Clary blushed and pulled the notepad to her chest to hide from him.
He stood and made his way over to her.
His lip pouted out and he put a knee on the sofa, then put his hands down as well so that he was close to Clary, she swallowed.
"You're really not going to show me? Even after I played for you?" He begged. She looked down, knowing that she was being unfair. He had opened up to her and showed her something that he didn't show a lot of people. It was only right to do the same.
She gulped and slowly handed him the notepad.
He took it from her hands slowly, keeping his eyes on her as he turned it around so he could get a better view of it himself.
His eyes widened when he finally looked at her art.
"Is it bad?" She nervously asked.
He looked back at her, "If you ever ask if your art is bad, I'll disown you."
She gave a breathy laugh and touselled her hair.
"Clary, this is so good. No, that's a terrible word. Amazing? No... I'm really speechless." Jace stared at it and sat back on his foot.
"Okay, now you're just being too nice." Clary teased.
He looked up at her again, "No, really, this is really incredible. It looks so realistic, and it's only pen... Wow"
Clary looked at him as he stared at her art. Sure people had complimented her art, telling her how amazing it was, but no one really seemed as speechless as Jace was. She knew was talented, but when there were other amazing artists in the room, hers felt so dull compared to everyone else. They had seen everyone else's, hers was just another piece. People would usually be over looking at all the art by the time they got to hers.
"Can I keep it?" He asked, his eyes were wide, gold and glowing.
Clary was taken back, "Um... S-sure I guess... It's nothing really."
He shook his head, tendrills of gold silk falling in his eyes that Jace had to push away with his hands.
"No, really, it is something." He looked like a child at Christmas he was so full of joy. "You're better than Klimt."
Clary again was surprised, but squinted her eyes at him.
"What did Gustav Klimt paint?"
He looked at her, knowing she was only testing him.
He squinted his eyes at her as well, but held a toothy smile at her.
"He painted 'The Kiss'. Just because I don't draw doesn't mean I don't know my art." He mocked her, but Clary was actually very impressed with him. People never knew the artist, only the work.
He set the artwork down but looked back her questioningly.
"I can really keep it?" He asked.
Clary shrugged and nodded, "If you want, it's just a doodle, not that good honestly. If I had all my supplies it'd probably look better."
"Oh my g- Clary, I will pay you mad money if you draw me something with all of your supplies."
She stared, and started laughing lightly.
"You don't have to pay me Jace."
He looked even more excited, "But you'd make me something?"
She nodded.
His smile grew, "Clary you're so good." Jace leaned forward quckly and kissed her on the cheek before she could react. He didn't seem phased by it, but Clary was stiff as he pulled away and picked up the drawing again. Her face was burning.
It was just a simple touched of his lips to her cheeks, but it made her stomach flutter and her heart jump out of her chest.
She touched her cheek after he smiled at her and took the notepad into his room leaving his door open. She wondered if he was putting her artwork in there.
She stood and followed him, wanting to get her answer.
OMG TheMortalBlade TOTALLY GETS WHAT I MEAN ABOUT FEELING GIDDY! I mean, it's a different type of giddy, but I'm glad that you feel as excited as I do about a new update as I do about seeing everyones reviews. And Debra Williams I totally love when you really feel apart of the story, it's the most amazing feeling when you feel that connection and feel like you're actually in the story. That's the thing I've always wanted to capture and I really hope that everyone feels the same way. Also LMAO SAID Completebooknerd101 SAID "And wtf haha who would of thought of jace herondale giving up a chance to kiss a girl who wanted to and willing told hoim she wanted to and said no! " I thought that was so funny because I didn't really think about it like that until you said something. Not usually something that Jace would pass up, but I made him because I like keeping you on your toes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the reviews, I always read them and I kinda like sharing some of them with you guys so that you know where I get kind of these suggestions. Also, if you haven't heard Opus 23 by Dustin O'Halloran, do so, it's a lovely song. Again, I'll probably write a new chapter as soon as I post this because I feel like I'm on a roll. It's kinda hard figuring out what the two of them could do being trapped because without electricity, there's only so much to do and I wouldn't hook up someone I never really knew that well after three days, ya know? I'm tryna keep it realistic instead of rushing into some tongue down throat action lmaoooo. Keep an eye out for another update, it's still early in the night for me.