A/N
Hello. Did y'all really think I was gonna kill Clary?
Not much to say. Still a freshie in college. It still hurts. I've got some family shit that's happening 2000 miles away that I've gotta deal with. Went through a hurricane cause… if you haven't guessed it by now… I go to a college in NOLA and we actually got hit this time.
Anyways. If yall wanna listen to music pretty much anything by the score. I had them in mind when I was writing this.
ALSO WARNING! CLARY almost goes into a panic attack. I dunno if this is a trigger for you but fair warning.
She ducked into the office, searching for anything and everything that might be of use. Clary knew that there was a basement in the building, it most likely had the children in it, but she wanted this over. They would not get to hurt other children and women like she had been hurt.
Her thoughts circled back to the blond, to the woman she tortured. It was unexpected of her but… Clary just couldn't help herself. It was something that was deep and dark and thoroughly terrifying. She was a surgeon! Clary shouldn't have even been thinking of using her medicinal knowledge on another human to hurt.
Yet, the blond, Clary remembered her clearly from when they were both in the cage.
She had always done her best to forget her time there, the horrible nightmares and sickening daydreams. It had not been long enough since her last nightmare, waking up in a cold sweat with hair stuck to her forehead and twisting itself around her neck. It felt like a noose, like the hands of the man that had grabbed her from behind.
She wanted to forget the smell of fire- woodsmoke that had saturated her happy memories of summer rotted into the charred smell of… something. It was only something that she had smelt once since then, a firefighter stuck in the blaze.
Clary didn't remember what had happened. She smelt the sweet- almost candy smell -of charred skin and, next she knew, rain was soaking her skin on the roof of the hospital, lightning on the horizon.
Mia had found her, both much younger than they were now, and gently placed a blanket over her shoulders. The rain soaked through, cold met cold and Clary couldn't even shiver.
She didn't remember how she got home, whether she got a ride with someone or if she had ridden the subway like that. All Clary knew was that she had ended up at her shitty apartment in warm, dry, clothes, Mia having never brought it up. Clary wouldn't have said a word, not to Mia and not to her family. How would you talk about it with others if you couldn't talk about it with yourself?
Seeing the blond, it brought up every single horrid thing she had ever felt about the cage and how weak she felt at times, like it was a struggle just to breath. Sometimes someone would motion too fast and she could feel it, him, with hands around her neck and blackness creeping into her vision. It was only when she was wholly focused, on surgery or her workouts, and adrenaline pounding its way through her body that she felt in control, powerful, alive.
So, seeing one of her cage-mates in the tan of the Grandiose, she lost it when she saw the blond.
Either way, Clary hoped the bitch was dead. She understood survival- hell, that's what she did -but there was a huge difference between learning to protect yourself and joining their side.
So she kept moving, kept her mind swirling and whirling so that it didn't focus on any one thing in particular. Kept her mind spinning as she held onto the rail of the van, as she was a part of the breach team despite being the medic, and as she ducked into the offices lining the top floor, searching for a fight.
She threw open the door, small handgun leveled at the long empty table. It looked to be a conference table, chairs neatly pushed under the polished wood, with a shine from the lights in the main area. She glanced around the room, a closed door to her left and a grimy thing taking up a large portion of the wall next to her. Looking about the room Clary saw that the thing was a map, its edges torn and smeared in dried fluids. Light from the brights in the open center of the warehouse flooded in behind her, casting shadows and pricking her mind with thoughts of hidden assailants. After already being on edge from the cages, Clary could almost feel hands around her neck.
Rubbing lightly with one hand- an unconscious tick after years of looking behind her back -and gripping her gun tighter, Clary moved towards the map.
Despite being faded, Clary could see arrows demarking certain places on the map. Long arrows sliced through the oceans, mapping from France to the coasts of the Americas. It cut down to South America and flew across to Quebec in Canada. There were no spots on the Pacific Coast but, as she got close, Clary could see other trade routes demarcated in other colors, gold for the Circle and green for the Yakuza as evidenced by their placements on the maps.
Seeing where it was pinned to the wall, Clary pulled it off. Carefully minding the delicacy of the paper. She rolled it up, the large map over two feet tall.
Quickly, Clary stuffed it under the straps of her harness. Fitting it under the bands around her torso and hips. She moved to the side door, leveling her gun, Clary twisted the doorknob. Faster than a flash, Clary threw open the door and pointed her gun at shadows. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a dull young light through the small window behind a desk.
There were shelves lining one wall, barren but for a bible. A couple metal lockers sat behind the desk by the window, their locks missing. Just like the table, the desk was polished and new, it had been taken care of in the recent past.
Except for the low rumbling of people coming from the main area of the warehouse, Clary couldn't hear anything. The room was silent and, due to the low amount of noise from the masses of people outside, she believed it to be sound resistant if not soundproof.
The desk was immaculate, not a single thing on it. Clary looked to the drawers, opening them and rummaging around. In the top left she found the normal office supplies; ruler, pens and pencils, sticky notes, and an empty gum wrapper. It was funny, the thought. Even the bad guys needed to visit Office Depot. Such a mundane thing, something that connected the sides through necessity.
She stopped. There really wasn't much that separated her side from the side of those taking children. Just morals and a different experience.
She shook her head, throwing thoughts of morality and her coming to the present moment from herself. She was here for a reason. It wasn't to debate with herself the fine line that many walked on a daily basis or the miniscule differences that separated her from them- though, in her personal experience, everyone bled red. She was here to banish thoughts of the cage and the horrors from her mind. Work her body until she was tired enough that the nightmares couldn't find her in the night.
So she opened more drawers and saw more office supplies and empty spaces. Clary kept moving, kept searching. She moved to the last drawer, a taller one that she had hoped there would be files in.
She knelt down to open it and the manilla was almost spilling out, it was piled in so thick. Pulling them out, Clary felt her hackles raise. She whipped around from her kneeling position, gun levelled.
Nothing would satisfy the tightness in the back of her mind, the feeling that someone was there- something was there. It felt different than the ever-present feeling of hands around her throat.
She stopped, full body pause, and inspected the drawer first. Seconds were passing and the feeling of ice flooding her veins wasn't leaving. Clary looked closer, a small razor thin wire was connected to the inside of the opened drawer. Lightly tracing it with her fingers, Clary followed it inward and deeper into the cabinet.
She ripped out the files, barely able to wrap her hands around their girth. She saw a blinking light and a quiet ticking sound was barely audible.
With a dash Clary lept towards the metal lockers, files still in hand. A noise louder than she had ever felt before and heat raced around her. Wrenching it open and slamming herself inside, Clary shielded herself from the flames.
Without time to catch a breath, she was airborne. Clary could feel a distinct weightlessness as the metal locker she was in flew.
It was a peculiar feeling. One that she had never felt before yet, one that she knew regardless. The way she collided with the sides of the metal walls and the whole body landing when she hit the ground.
Her ears rang, loud and high pitched. Clary blinked, brain hurting. Everything was hurting.
She opened her eyes to the metal, so much metal. So close too. It was suffocating, suffocating her.
Without her command and without her knowledge her chest rose and fell quickly, breath speeding up.
Deep in her mind she knew, she knew that she was having a panic attack. Breath was quick and mind flighty. An elephant on her chest and tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
Wrapping her arms around herself she tried to stave it off, reduce it and compartmentalize it. After all the reminders of the cage, it was all she could see. The metal bars were all around her, closing her in and keeping her. Their faces swirled, dashing in and out of her periphery. Flinging her head side to side, she tried to catch the swirling ghosts.
She began thrashing, fighting the demons of her nightmares. This was different then when she would wake up in tears, frozen in her bed. Now she could fight. Clary wasn't laying on her arms this time, unusable. She was able to fight, just like in the cage.
With a strong kick Clary broke open the door to the metal locker, escaping now like she had escaped then. Pulling herself up onto her knees she peered out, rays of light pulling over and between the buildings behind her. She could see her shadow in the pale light of the morning sun.
Looking up, Clary squinted at the hole where the office was. Only hollowed out charred ruins remained of the room. Above it all, standing like a king above men, was Jace. Curly golden hair in a soft halo, his face had small cuts.
An unreadable expression rested on his face, one of relief, joy, and a soft smile she didn't want to dissect. It was too much too quickly for her. After all, she had only known the man a couple days.
Clary felt for the map, finding it and the files she managed to grab she got out. She stepped onto the concrete, delicate as a newborn fawn, and looked up at him.
A small smile on her face, no doubt a few tear tracks down her face, "I'm good with never doing that again."
She looked around, men in the Circle uniform milling about. Chuckles emanating from their lips.
It felt like hours but was really minutes and Jace came down wrapping her in a much needed hug, engulfing her senses and calming her heart. Jace was all she could see and smell. Clary tucked her face into his chest, giving herself this one moment to pretend to be normal.
A deep inhale,forehead to the nape of his neck, and a shiver went through him. She smelt the salt of his sweat and a light coppery smell of blood. His natural smell, a mix of something metallic and vaguely like the soy sauce from earlier.
Another deep inhale brought her mind to the surface. She felt his hand come up and tangle in her hair, the other around her waist. Even though he was messing up her braid, weaving long thin fingers into the tendrils of her curly hair, there was something cathartic and nice about it. Almost domestic.
Pulling back lightly, Clary reached for the files tucked into her hands and the map. "I found these." she said, handing the paper over. "Hopefully they'll be of some use. I want to visit my brother though."
Clary didn't know where those words came from but they were true all the same.
Jace's eyes roamed her face, searching for something. Finally he nodded, "We have to check on our injured. I'll give you a ride."
With those words he stuck his finger in the air and made a circle, sharp whistle to accompany it. Men started gathering around Jace, flocking like birds and awaiting orders.
She didn't know where the cars came from, didn't care either. Clary had long since stopped questioning the ways that he and the Circle worked. They were normal cars, the ones that had been stored in the Circles warehouse.
Will came over, an inch shorter but not lacking in presence. "I've got a team sweeping the surrounding area and scrubbing our presence from this building."
"The first responders and authorities?"
A low chuckle escaped, an eye roll followed. "Everyone of importance knows to stay away from the docks for now. Certainly people will be here but… that's why we've got the uniforms."
A nod followed this one and the men changed topics to the teams. Clary though, couldn't follow the conversation. She just… so lost. The light was also so bright. The cold sun of the young morning was ever rising and blinding her eyes.
A hand on her shoulder brought her back. "Hey are you ok?"
It was Jace.
Clary nodded lightly, "I'm fine. Just want to see my brother."
"Alright. The cars over here. We'll take my truck." With a guarded look, Jace motioned to the same one they had travelled in to the laundromat just hours ago.
Was it only just hours ago though? Clary wondered, how, how in the world had all this only happened in less than 24 hours? She didn't know, she didn't understand how her life had taken such a 180. Sure, Clary remembered the verbal deal she made with Stephan but, that deal was only to act as a medic. It wasn't for what she had ended up doing.
Clary followed Jace to the truck and got in when motioned to. She felt like she was on autopilot, hands and feet moving of their own accord, and her head was fuzzy. Not spotty, just fuzzy as though someone stuffed it full of cotton.
The trip to the hospital was quick, mostly because she was stuck in her own head. They pulled up and hopped out, Clary staring at the imposing white building the entire time.
With a joyful smile and light eyes Clary looked on. "That's where I work!" Turning to Jace, she grabbed his bicep. "Am I late to work?" She could feel her nose scrunch and eyes narrow, curiosity sparking.
With a light shake of his head, Jace flipped the grip and grabbed her bicep. A click from the locked truck and he began pulling her towards the emergency side of the building. Despite being early morning and the flip of a rotation, the entryway was packed with bodies.
He kept pulling her along, face searching on a swivel for someone. Clary was hesitant to pull back and tell him that his grip hurt but she was so tired. So tired that Clary allowed him to keep pulling her until he found whatever he was searching for.
They stumbled into Mia moments later. "Clary?" she asked, surprised tone obvious in her voice. "Clary what are you doing here?"
"She needs help." Jace spoke up before Clary could formulate an answer. She was slow, she noticed. So… slow. Brain with cotton.
Clary laughed at that visual, out loud. The other two people were looking at her with strange looks on their faces.
"What?" she asked, innocently. Truly not comprehending why they would be looking at her like that.
Quick and low words were discussed between the two, head tilts to chins. Feeling left out, Clary decided to make herself known. "I have to go." an accent she had never had before slurring her words. "I… I-hmmm. Rounds. I have… rounds."
"Ohh no no." Mai said with a light chuckle, holding Clary back to the bed the entire time. "The interns will be rounding on you. They need the practice."
Clary didn't catch the affectionate, laughing tone of her longtime friend. So, with a serious nod Clary replied. "Of course. I thought the blond was looking extra lost over there." Mia followed Clarys finger to one of the new batches of interns.
"Oh. One second." Mia said before leaving, the blond actually needing guidance.
Jace sat at her bedside, thoroughly amused.
Not understanding this, Clary searched his face. "What?"
A small chuckle from pale bitten lips fell while he played with the long fingers of Clary's hand. "Just watching you. It's a rather good show." Smirk alight on his face and in his eyes.
"Why are we here again?" Clary asked, unsure of why she was in the bed yet content to stay there regardless.
Confusion flitted across the blond man's face. "You wanted to see your brother and I wanted to see to you." His reply felt like water across weather smoothed stones.
"Brother? Why? I haven't seen him in years." Clary wracked her brain. Why would she care about that asshole? He had left, left mom, left Oregon, left her. She sniffed lightly, not realizing how close to crying she was. "I hate him," Clary put so much emphasis on that one word, trying to believe in herself that she hated him, "so why would I care?"
She could hear the water in her voice, lapping at the edges of her control as a gentle tide. Clary sniffed again. "He's in the hospital? Good riddance."
Jace's frown deepened."Surely you don't mean that?" He said, a placating tone.
Hey eyebrows knitted together. "Why wouldn't I? He left me and mom and I needed him." A breath of forced air flew from her lips. "I was so young and he just left one day. I don't even know where he is."
The tears started at that, rolling quietly as she was lost in the memories of coming home and finding his bed empty.
She had been young, so young. Her mother was at the gallery, selling pieces and giving classes. They had barely been able to buy the little building but it was already a huge success. Things were finally looking up for once, money was flowing and the fights amongst them had gone down since the celebratory vacation they had taken.
Clary had come home from school, midterm report card in hand, and found his room barren of clothes. She had run to her mother's room next, finding the largest of suitcases missing.
Clary was lost in the memories of her brother, something she did her best to ignore, when Magnus approached.
Cheshire smile and perfect hair, "Lookie lookie at what the cat dragged in!" A special glance in Jaces direction, and his subsequent nod, went unnoticed by Clary.
"Bane!" Clary squealed. Joy renewed in seeing him again. "It's so bright. First it was the sun and now these damn overheads. Are they necessary?"
There was another light laugh coming from somewhere- Bane probably -before a harsher one was flicked over her eyes.
Clary bit back a gasp and held the back of her hand over her mouth. "I asked for dimmer not direct."
The light eased up and Clary looked back around, blinking spots out of her eyes. "I dont… I dont feel great." She made sure to tell him. It was something she just had to do. No control and no filter.
A conversation was taking place above her, snippets passing through.
"Her hearing?" - "Not great. I had to…". "Balance?" - "... Practically dragging…". On and on it went as they talked above her. Clarys mind attaching itself to small aspects and fleeting words.
Finally, Bane turned to her. Though he wasn't wearing the flamboyant dress of usual, he still had the same presence and aura that stole your attention and made you look to him for guidance.
He had always been one of her favorite people.
"You definitely have a concussion." Bane told the curtained room, making a quick note. "Now I just have to look for other broken things, so tell me, what hurts?"
What hurt? What did hurt? She couldn't really tell on her body. It was so… cottony. The strug sh attempted hurt, and she told him so. Also her head, not a pounding but a solid constant pain.
Bane felt carefully along her ribs, pressing and prodding where he felt necessary. There were a couple points that had her gasping and tensing, whooshes of air and tightened muscles. Otherwise Clary was doing fine.
A small smile was cast in her direction as he stepped away. "You'll need your ribs wrapped. Change it every couple hours and make sure to keep it tight. Someone needs to make sure you don't die in your sleep."
He turned to Jace then and Clary realized that they must have known one another. With a twirl of his hospital issued pen, Bane asked the one thing she hated most. "So you must be the mystery boy that Clary has the whole hospital in a tizzy over." His smile grew ever wider. "I must say, I never expected it to be you."
The curtain opened minutely and Mia slipped in. "You're already here." she said with a frown. "I wanted the chance to doctor the undoctorable." A pout that was not wholly true danced across her face.
"But, hey, what's this about hot blonde," she said, thumb jerking to Jace, "being your mystery man?"
Jace looked affronted, scandalized beyond all belief, that was all there was to the expression. "That did not happen. W-we-we did not do that! Everything was totally G rated!"
Clary laughed, straight from her chest- which hurt -but was worth it. She laughed and, without a further thought, spoke freely. "You on my table in your boxers was definitely not G!" In her mind she was thinking of the blood that poured from his wounds, how it almost stained the old wood of her table.
"I was bleeding!"
Clary laughed at his response- why was she laughing so much? "He was bleeding everywhere. So many towels to the laundry."
Bane raised his hands, a placating gesture to those held by the closed curtains. "I need to wrap your ribs so everybody out."
Mia grabbed Jace and hauled him out of the curtains only returning to hand over some thick bandages. Bane, standing exactly where he was beforehand, moved to help her out of the harness.
There was something peculiar about the way he undid the straps. It was methodical. The multitude of interlocking straps should have been confusing to him. "Youve done this before, haven't you?"
A low humming noise came from him as Bane took her straps down off of her shoulders. "I do this for my love sometimes. When he comes home off a long night."
Clary nodded lightly, too much movement harsh on her delicate brain.
"Though I never thought Jace would ever see someone." The dark haired man's voice brought her back.
"Hmmm? Oh. Sense of debt. Life for a life you could say."
Bane softly chuckled as he pulled her black shirt over her head, undressing to assess the damage. "They used to say that about his cousin too."
He took gauze and gently started wrapping her ribs, blinding white covering patches of black and blue.
"I don't know what you went through- whatever it was that changed you -but I'm here for you." His magenta contacts meeting her green eyes. "Back to my riveting personal life though. My love works closely with Jace. It puts him in a lot of danger."
Bane tucked the end of the end of the bandage into the wrap. "He's come home bloody and bruised before- and I patch him up. Over and over again. I've asked him to step back but… you know how these boys with their toys can be."
Smile tightened, Clary could see the lines around his eyes more clearly now. "Are you ok?" It was the most coherent thing she had said all day.
"Maybe not now but I will be. He will be waiting at home when I leave in a couple hours. We will both enjoy that reunion very much." He gave her a saucy smile and wink. Bane rummaged through some drawers and pulled out an oversized scrub top, helping to put it onto her body.
He took her face into his hands. "Welcome to the family my dear. I am both ecstatic and upset that you are here. Since you know what to do for ribs, I'll give all post care information to Jace. Hell take great care of you." With that he walked out, not even giving her time to reject the offer.
Within minutes, Jace was back in the curtain, he was hauling her up and out. He kept saying words. Words that flew in and out of her head but never stuck anywhere important. A strangled "Huh?" was all that came out of the confused cotton fog that ate at her mind.
They stopped right outside of the truck. "You haven't heard a word that I've just said, have you?" An exasperated sigh. "We're headed to your apartment to get you supplies for a few weeks. Then you're coming back to the house with me."
Clary wrenched her arm away from him, bumping herself into the truck in the process. Two arms came around her and held her up, up and away from the truck.
"Careful now. You're still healing and need someone to wake you up often. It's only logical." Jace helped her into the truck, hand on her arm and another wrapping around her waist.
He started the truck, warring expressions on his face.
"Wait… where'd the weapons go?" she asked finally, not realizing that they were missing until now.
"Took 'em off of you. Mags is good about keeping things under wraps but I didn't want any questions asked. He'll return the shirt and everything when he stops by later."
"I thought he was going home after his shift. Said he needed to get back and make sure his partner was alright. A guy that works for you apparently." Clary told him this fleetingly, without thought or consequence.
"Huh. I didn't know it was one of my boys."
Clary went to shrug and hissed. Damn that had hurt her. "I dunno who. He just kept calling him 'My love'. Mags is wonderstruck and I'm happy for him. He deserves it."
Jace's eyes were in the road, slowly weaving in and out of the traffic on the side streets, but he nodded anyways. "He seems happy."
"I think he is."
"But I don't think you are."
Clarys breath stopped. Her awareness had been coming back ever since she had been removed from the adrenaline fuelled environment. Now, that hurt. Breathing hurt, not breathing hurt, everything hurt.
A groan escaped as she began breathing again. "Definitely not right now." She said jokingly, not wanting to actually touch on the subject.
He seemed to be unwilling to let the topic drop. "I dont think youve ever been happy. Maybe when you were younger and had the innocence of a child but…" he left off.
Feeling her mind clear for the first time in a good hour or so, Clary knew she shouldn't allow him to get this close. "When you've been working your entire life for one thing…" Clary spoke carefully, choosing her words with care for the first time in a few hours, "then your entire life becomes about that one thing. What do you do afterwards when you have it? Search for something else? When you have been running for a large portion of your life… I just feel lost."
His hands tightened on the wheel, a nerve had been struck. "I've always had my path put in front of me. It's something that was non negotiable. Grow up and somehow manage both the Circle and Herondale Enterprises."
Clary rolled that around. Pain and conscious thought was coming back to her in waves, one slamming home after another reminding her of their presence. "What did you go to school for?"
"Business. You?"
"Biochem. Is business the major you wanted?"
"Heh… no. Architecture. But that doesn't run a company. You?"
"Hmmm… I've always loved linguistics. Almost wanted to get a minor in Spanish. There were a lot of routes I could have gone."
They didn't talk the rest of the way to the house, a somber affair. It was slightly awkward, an uncomfortable silence after sharing pieces of themselves held close. The air in the truck was stagnant without being heavy.
While in her apartment, Jace following, Clary grabbed changes of clothes, her computer and the cords for her electronics, as well as toiletries. She packed light, pulling together what was clean and what she could find.
Moving to her kitchen, Clary pulled the perishable foods out- salad packs and fresh fruits and vegetables. Anything that could go bad in a couple weeks she loaded into reusable bags, thrusting the few of them she had at Jace. "This'll go bad in a couple days."
The ride back was much more talkative, Jace planning some meals in advance based on the supplies Clary gave.
He turned to her, a small smile on his face. "Since you'll be living with us for awhile, what would you like to eat?"
Forgoing the shrug as she had learned it would bring her pain, Clary sighed. "I'll eat everything. Big fan of chocolate and fresh things. Smoothies are always great. Oh and I liked what you made… was that last night? Anyways it was good."
Jace's smile burned brighter. It would figure that he had perfect teeth to go with just about everything else. "So the yakisoba was a keep?"
A small chuckle fell almost unwillingly from her lips. "Yes, I liked the yakisoba." she said, sun playing patterns on her legs through the lightly tinted windshield. "A smoothie or something with fruit would be nice also."
Clary lolled her head to the side, eyes resting on the tanned form of Jace. He was nice to look at, she supposed. Clary couldn't put all the blame on her concussed brain. A small part of her was forced to admit he was pleasant.
"What?" his amused tone caught her off guard. Despite not looking at her, Jace had known she was staring. Now she was caught.
"Nothing. Tired. I felt more exhausted now than when I would come off long stints as an intern." Clary kept smiling. Kept watching the man in front of her. This wasn't horrible, she realized. He wasn't horrible.
Her life in just days had been fucked ass over end. Now though, now she was beginning to realize that maybe this was the best thing that had happened to her. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth breaking her own rules for.
A/N 2:
RESPONDING TO REVIEWS: (FYI yall I love this part)
Stardust128: Hello! Hi! It feels like so long since I first read this review. EEP! Im back. Anyways… mini fangirl moment b/c I love reviews.
ANYWAYS. I was lying in bed one night… so ready to go to sleep because I have a 7.35 am calc class in the morning and I was like… hey… let's explore relationships of love around Jace and show his complete lack of knowledge around the subject… So I did. I dont think Ive written 500 words faster, lol. But yah. I want them to be the ones of the friend group that FINALLY get together. Lol. Glad you enjoyed.
SkyBell1272: Hi! I'm glad you liked the cliffy. It's never been my intention to kill off characters. Call me a softie but I'm no veronica roth… not so subtle diss her way. Anywho… Thank you for the review. I wanted Clary to be a victim but I wanted her to be one that says "No. This won't happen to me again. I won't let anyone else be hurt like this." Anywho, I'm gonna step off my soapbox now. I'm glad you liked it.
Guest: Here's the next ch. Hope it lives up to expectations.
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apbassett: I'm glad you like the povs. It was something I actually struggled with. I was firmly in the court that this was Clary's story. She was telling it and SHE would be the main focus, aka her pov. Then I was like… huh Jace is pretty badass (plus I've always loved jaces character even in cannon). So ch 2 rolled around and I was like… fuck it. Now the povs have a purpose but I've made it so I can roll between them (I've had 4 total. Jace, Clary, Stephen, and Jon). If you have a pov you'd like to see lmk. I don't have a rigid timeline/ch planning so I can prolly flex one to fit the pov of a character you'd like to see (THAT GOES FOR ANYONE AND EVERYONE JUST LET ME KNOW). Anyways glad you liked the ch. Hope this one was nice too.
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Beautiful Evil: So… not near the future… but here it is. Hope you like it!
LMK what you wanna see. I'm down for anything and to be honest my characters have more control of the story than I do. Originally I was not gunna have Clary go home with Jace but… there was a path and I went down it. Review. Please. I'm begging. Also if you can draw I would like some art. Thank you. It would be nice.
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