Not even sure what I'm going for with this chapter. But I suggest listening to Disaster Hearts by I Fight Dragons. Too cute not to.
Thanks to everyone who congratulated my brother on his marriage! He said "Tell your fangirls I said thanks."
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. I'm just bored.
Oh, and I don't own Disaster Hearts by I Fight Dragons. If I did, I might be less bored.
-Isabelle Lightwood-Lewis-
"Under normal circumstances, I would kick your ass, Lewis." Alec finally says, after several moments of silence. His is the only response that really matters to me. Well, Alec and Max, but I've rarely been allowed to see Max since we got here. Valentine keeps him on one of the lower floors, cleaning and serving us our food. I wish he could stay with us. Alec and I both miss him.
My brothers tough guy routine makes me laugh. He loves Simon because he knows that I do. My brother loves me, and has always made sure I am happy and safe. My husband smiles warmly, nudging my foot with his under the table. "Luckily for me, these aren't normal circumstances. Alec would crush me." Simon pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He's got this sexy nerd look, that I love.
I'm only 16. That's why Alec is so worried, but he doesn't have anything to worry about. Simon and I are in love. We've been happily married for almost two years. We're the only couple that didn't originally reject the idea of being together. Simon and I are both excited to have this baby. We've discussed names already, and everything. If we have a girl, we'll name her Adalyn Shae Lewis, and if it's a boy we will name him Rylan Niel Lewis.
My brother's flamboyantly gay husband hoots again. "I knew you had it in you, Simon." A few of us laugh at his enthusiasm. He's always got something to say, we can count on that.
Jace sits beside me, uncharacteristically quiet. He's watching Sebastian who is, in turn, watching Clary. I elbow him in the ribs, and he smiles unconvincingly. "Whatever makes you happy, Isabelle." He elbows me back. "I just hope the baby looks like you, and not Master Splinter." I jam my elbow hard into his side, and he grunts in pain. That's what he gets for making fun of Simon.
"I think it's great." Sebastian chimes in, his black eyes slicing through me. It's the first time he's looked away from Clary all night. We all know about their little incident, but he's being a wee bit creepy about it. He chose her dress for tonight, (AN: GreyGirl2358!) insisting on the most revealing dress he could find. She's obviously uncomfortable, but I didn't want to fight with Sebastian. He wouldn't hesitate to hit me if I made him mad. Normally I wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass, but I'm not taking chances with this baby inside of me.
"Thank you, Sebastian." Simon says when I don't respond. Sebastian nods and goes back to staring obsessively at Clary.
-Sebastian Verlac-
They discuss petty things, like baby names and Isabelle's figure but I don't care about any of it. i have been painfully hard since the moment Clary walked into the Dining Hall. The dress looks perfect on her small frame, and I need her. I can't keep the image of myself between her thighs out of my mind. The sound of her breathing, and the way she said my name. She claims that it was only because she wanted to call her brother, but I know she wanted it. She won't admit it, but Clary still wants me. Jace can't make her feel the way I did. It's only a matter of time.
When Jace told Father, there was a lashing in it for me. Fucking her was worth the beating. I would gladly take every hit Father could throw just to taste her breath again. I can only guess that it's still sweet, from across the table. I want to make love to her, in the way the stars make love to the universe.
Her thick, curling eyelashes frame unfocused green eyes. They flick in my direction, and she's caught me staring. Clary quickly averts her eyes and takes another sip of the red wine in front of her. Her nose crinkles in the most adorable way. She doesn't like wine, but she's drinking it anyways. The same way she did with the champagne on her wedding night. It's a distraction from other things going on around her. She wants to forget.
I've fallen in love with the look she sends over her shoulder, her flaming hair falling over crescent moon eyes. A part of me only wants to talk to her for hours, while I hold her in my arms. The way you only read about in romance novels, and watch in romantic comedies. Another part of me wants to yell. To take her far away from this place, where I can take her in any way I please. I want to see the way the surface of the moon looks against her pale skin.
-Jace Wayland-
Some might call it staring... I prefer to call it really intense, creepy observation. Sebastian's eyes have seldom left Clary. I want to shout at him, telling him he cannot have her. Not because I think she belongs to me, but because I want to make sure she will never belong to him.
Valentine escorts us back up to our floor about an hour after Simon's announcement. Clary ditches her ridiculously high heeled boots at the door, groaning in relief. She doesn't say anything to me before grabbing clothes, and locking the bathroom door behind her.
I shrug out of my button up, and kick off my jeans to replace them with a pair of black pajamas. Clary comes out about 15 minutes later with damp hair and pajamas. She settles carefully into the bed beside me, keeping as much distance between us as she possibly can. The blanket is pulled all the way up over her shoulder, her red hair spread out over the blue pillowcase. It's a stark contrast, and I want to reach out to put my hands in her hair. She would only pull away.
-Clary Fray-
Even in my dreams, I am afraid.
I am in that basement again, with a lifeless Jace pressed to the concrete. Even now, he smells like the rain that won't come until tomorrow. I shake him by his shoulder, calling his name, begging him to just wake up. I need him to be alive. I need him to breathe. I can't do this by myself.
Loud footsteps echo through the dank basement, slicing through the sound of my pleading cries. He descends the stairs at record speed. The Man stands over us, macacingly. I can't see his face. I've never seen his face. Only the silhouette of something dangerous, and the glint on a knife in his hands. "To love is to destroy, Jocelyn."
"Clary, wake up." Jace shakes me gently, and I suck in a breath through gritted teeth. My knuckles collide with something hard, and Jace grunts.
My eyes fly open, and I immediately regret it. I squint against the light. The lamp on the bedside table is switched on, and Jace's hand covers his jaw. "Sorry." I mutter, looking down. I didn't mean to hit him, but my heart is pounding, the blood racing in my ears. I've hit Jon dozens of times, so it isn't really surprising that I took a swing at Jace. I try to swallow the 'before tears' burning in my throat, but my eyes turn to liquid anyways.
"What is it, Clary?" Jace asks softly.
I don't know what it is about his tone of voice that causes me to break down, but I sob. "I'm scared, Jace." I tell him through tears. "I don't mean I get scared. I am scared. All the time."
"How can I help?" Jace doesn't try to touch me. For that, I am eternally grateful. I am aware that he isn't going to hurt me right now, but I still don't want to be touched by him.
"You can't." I answer, wiping the back of my hand over my eyes, trying to dry them off.
Jace sighs, staring blankly at me. He is the Ice Man again. I can practically see the light bulb above his golden head when he gets an idea. He opens his mouth, and starts to sing with a voice I never would have expected.
(Disaster Hearts by I Fight Dragons)
Come back, rebound.
Simpler said than found.
Night by night and tear by tear.
Somehow, some way.
We all get to someday.
Mile by mile and fear by fear.
Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts.
Long after all the thunder and scars.
Days pass and bit by bit, we begin to restart.
Our disaster hearts...
Stronger, wiser.
"You'll be fine", they tell you.
Life will heal and love will bind.
Weaker, slower.
Keep in mind it's over.
Take a breath and take your time.
Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts.
Long after all the thunder and scars.
Days pass and bit by bit, we begin to restart.
Our disaster hearts...
We will be the last ones.
To finally see when we're done.
And we will be the last ones.
To finally see when we're done.
Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts.
Long after all the thunder and scars.
Days pass and bit by bit, we begin to restart.
Our disaster hearts...
Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts...
By the time he's finished the song, the tears have stopped and the fear has lessened greatly. He smiles. "Good. It worked."
"How did you know?" I ask. No one but Jonathan has ever done this for me, until now.
"Your file." Jace answers "It says your brother sang to you after you had nightmares."
"Thank you." I respond, too quickly.
Jace smiles sadly, his golden eyes shining with a look of understanding. "Clary, you don't need to thank me. I just want to be here for you. If you'll let me, that is."
I do something that shocks even me. I lean over, place my hand on his bare shoulder (does he ever wear a shirt?) and kiss him quickly on the lips. "Thank you."
It's the first kiss I've had that wasn't forced upon me, or given in order to get something in return. It's the first time I've kissed someone simply because I wanted to. Though it was only to show appreciation, it makes me blush, and Jace's eyes go wide.
He chuckles before turning off the lamp, and falling onto his pillow. (I was going to stop here, but I have a little more time. You're welcome.)
-Tomorrow-
In the back of the TV room, there's a small kitchen like you'd find in a studio apartment. Isabelle is slaving over the stove, making breakfast. "Isabelle, your cooking is the equivalent of a throat rash. Are you trying to kill your baby?"
Isabelle shoots a sharp look to Jace, and he smiles innocently. She's making an omelet, without greasing the pan, and with only olives and cheese. She looks to me, her eyes asking me to back her up. I pretend to be absorbed in drinking almond milk, and eating strawberry and vanilla granola. "Whatever Jace, it's better than anything you can cook."
"That's like saying stubbing your boner is slightly better than slamming it in the door." Jace tells her, a look of utter disgust masking his face.
I laugh. "Oh, is it?"
Jace turns his tawny eyes on me, smiling. "Yes, it's exactly like that. Fuck, I kick ass at similes." Isabelle scowls at him. "Something you want to say, Izzy?"
She rolls her eyes. "Yes. Go to Hell."
Jace smiles, mockingly. "Thanks for the advice, Professor Dickmouth." Simon chuckles from on the couch, and Jace turns to him. He's looking through Netflix for something to watch. "So, Simon." Jace starts. "What's your favorite anime to cry to?"
Simon looks unphased. "One Piece." He answers, simply.
I giggle, and take a seat on the opposite end of the couch as Simon. "One Piece is a great show." I tell him. He smiles widely, and turns on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Simon sings along to the songs in the musical they're putting on, in the show. Something about Sweet Dee being a pedophile, and someone called Night Man. Isabelle and Jace both shake their heads and leave the room.
"They don't appreciate comedy." Simon tells me. I find this hard to believe, considering the things Jace has been saying all morning, but I don't argue with him. I think it's just Simon that Jace doesn't appreciate. I don't understand why. He's interesting, and funny in this goofy kind of way.
I sink further into the couch, trying to get comfortable and we watch ridiculous TV shows for the rest of the morning.
Okay, I'm out of time. See you all tomorrow.
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-IWriteNaked