Okay, this is gonna be another one of these months you get two updates in month, so...*throws internet cookies*
Clary hadn't quite been telling the truth when she was talking to Jace earlier. She hadn't been lying either, or there was a chance that Jace may have been able to pick up on it from any skips in her heat beat, but when she had said that Luke was going to talk to Jace about Simon coming to visit. And about Simon coming to visit in general.
Not entirely, because after her phone call with Simon this morning, she had been considering asking Simon to come out and see her anyway, and Jace hadn't looked too bothered when she had said that someone supernatural was coming into his territory. So on her way back from the market, sitting in the passenger seat of her mothers car, she sent a text to Simon, asking for him to come out, and said that she would get Luke to talk to Jace tonight, because he had mentioned at breakfast that morning that he had to go and see Jace, just like Clary had told him.
Simon replied almost instantly and said he was booking a flight.
There were a lot of warlocks who could create portals and step right through, but Simon wasn't like that. There were a lot of things that Simon couldn't do, something about a curse from a powerful seelie that he had had a run in with when he was still a young warlock, so he would have to take a flight, like pretty much everyone else. She still wasn't sure if that was the reason that he had to wear glasses or if he just did it as a fashion statement, but right now, she just wanted Simon to be there. She'd managed to centre herself and she was feeling better and she felt as though she could deal with all of Simon's questions and him fussing over her, and she just wanted her best friend there.
Jocelyn didn't mention Jace or the girl that he was at the market with, even though she obviously knew that Clary and Jace had spoken, and Clary appreciated that because it wasn't something she wanted to talk about.
Obviously she was going to need to talk about it, and her and Jace were actually going to talk tomorrow, and she couldn't just take that away from Jace after committing to it when they had been standing on the beach. She couldn't take it away from herself either, because she knew it was something that she had to do.
Luke hadn't been too happy when Clary had asked him to talk to Jace that night.
"You've already mentioned that Simon's going to be coming. Why don't you just call him?" He asked. Clary pursed her lips together and tried not to huff because Luke had never really pushed her to talk to Jace before. Admittedly, they'd never been in a situation where Clary directly needed to talk to Jace, so that could be why. "I've got his number, if you don't." She did, but that wasn't the point.
"I'm seeing him tomorrow, and we're gonna talk then. I just don't...Really want to talk to him again," Clary muttered, knowing that she sounded a bit like a child as she looked down at her bare feet. Luke stared at her for a few beats before reaching forward and wrapping a hand gently around the back of her neck.
It was the second time in such a short amount that she had been touched that way, a hand around the base of her neck, and it made Clary's whole body feel limp, complete relaxation roll over her at the safety and security and love that came from the touch. The back of the neck was a sensitive spot for werewolves, an intimate one. Generally the only ones who would teach each other there would be parents when their pups were younger, Alpha's of a pack or, mainly, mates. There were other circumstances, and a people outside of the usual three did happen, but it had nowhere near the same sort of effect.
Which meant even if Clary was best friends or sleeping with someone, she didn't want them touching her neck. Even Simon, who had been supporting and healing her physically as well as mentally for the past five years, or Catarina, who Clary had known her whole life, didn't touch her on her neck.
On purpose, four people had held her neck—fingers pressed to one side of her throat and a thumb to the other, palm pressed firmly; her mother, her father, Luke and Jace.
Of course there had been some others, hardly on purpose, and all human except for Raphael.
Raphael never touched that spot directly, or with his palm gripping her, but he had a bit of a habit of trailing kisses down her spine, or wrapping a fist in her hair at the base of her neck. He knew how important that spot was to a werewolf—as someone who had been a part of the supernatural world for nearly eighty years—but he still made passes there. It had never been so direct that Clary had pushed him away, but it had been enough to make her feel strange for a few moments as it happened.
Clary let out a heavy breath and Luke leaned forward to press a kiss against the top of her head before he left the room, and she hoped that meant that he was going to talk to Jace tonight on her behalf.
She spent the rest of the day in her room, watching Netflix on the small TV that Luke had put in her room a couple of years ago. Simon got one of the last minute flights and text when he got on board, and she surfed Instagram and Twitter idly, even though she barely took in anything that she saw because her mind was still running through her brief moment with Jace this morning and the fact that they were going to be meeting up tomorrow to talk and she had no idea what she was going to say.
She actually ended up falling asleep without realizing it.
"Clary, baby," came a soothing voice and Clary blinked as she opened her eyes. Catarina was standing above her with a small smile on her face as she stroked her fingers through Clary's tangled hair that was splayed out across the pillow. "Your friend is nearly here," she told the younger girl quietly and Clary blinked again as she wiped her hand over her face, looking toward the window and seeing that the sky was getting dark, so she had obviously been asleep for some time—her body just trying to catch up on everything that it had missed in the past couple of years.
"You can feel him?" Clary asked, voice a bit husky from sleep and Catarina nodded. Catarina and Simon had never met before, but given they were both warlocks and both specialized in healing, their magic was similar, and so they would be able to sense each other when they were in each others vicinity. Catarina nodded and then she left the room, giving Clary a chance to wake up properly. Clary sat up in her bed and wiped at her eyes again and looked at the time on her phone, which said it was just after six in the evening. There was a message from Simon over an hour ago that said he was in a car and on his way to her, so it shouldn't be too long before he arrived. She pulled her fingers through her hair and braided it over her shoulder, and then her nose twitched.
Clary smelt Simon before he was even down the driveway. There was also the messy scent of the uber that Simon had taken, of course, but there was always this very specific scent when it came to warlocks, this sharp smell of fresh magic. Clary let out a sigh of relief from where she was laying down on her childhood bed, pushing herself up and walking down the hall. There were other scents as well—the werewolves that now made up her mother and Lukes new pack and the fact that they were all cooking dinner now—but Clary angled herself around them, carefully avoiding them until she got to the front door. The uber was pulling up as she skipped down the front steps.
"Clary!" Simon was shouting, already opening the door even though the car hadn't stopped. The driver jammed their foot on the brake as they realized that the door was open, and Simon did an awkward jerk and hop but was then steady on both feet. "Shit—it's so hot here!" He grumbled as he hugged her and Clary just grinned and wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank you for coming," she mumbled. Her body leaned heavily against him and Simon took her weight easily, even though he was pretty lanky and didn't seem to have much muscle to him.
"Of course, Clary," Simon whispered into her hair and Clary let out a heavy sigh. Catarina's magic was something that she had grown up with and while it was something that she associated with love and pack, and it was also unfortunately something that also subconsciously got associated with her father. Simon was something different, a person that she had sought out on her own and who was completely separate from the pack that she had grown up, and the pack that they had shifted into after Valentine had been killed and from Jace, and it was comforting to know that he was purely on her side and there to just support her. They just stood there, hugging for a few long moments before there was the pointed sound of someone clearing their throat. Clary didn't want to let go of Simon, but when there was another clearing of someones throat, Simon pulled back and looked over at the uber driver, who was watching them with raised eyebrows.
"I am all for this romantic reunion," the driver said flatly, shoving his dark, greasy hair away from his face. "But if I could just get paid, and then I'll you two to it?" Simon squeezed her arms one last time before he stepped back completely and turned back to the driver, getting out his wallet to pay the driver before moving to get his bags out of the boot. Once the car was driving away, and Simon's scent was stronger now that there weren't so many strange scents obstructing it, Clary felt calmer.
"Come inside?" She offered and Simon nodded, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
Jace could smell Isabelle before he heard her, but that was normal, because she was good at being utterly silent when she wanted to creep up on someone. There was a creak of one of the wooden planks on the deck as the came up the stairs, and Jace heard the slight whisper of some hanging plastic sheeting getting pushed to the side, and then when she was a few feet behind him, he heard her breathing. He ignored her, though, leaving it up to his beta to start the conversation since she was the one who had sought him out.
"It's almost nine," Isabelle stated, unnecessarily, because Jace had a phone with the time on it, and he could feel the tug of the moon high in the sky. "You've been out here since we got back from the market. I thought you'd at least come up after Luke left," she continued when Jace didn't reply. He didn't say anything then either, looking back down at the door that he was sanding, light coming from the bare bulb above him. He ran his fingers along the smooth edge and nodded to himself, putting down the sander as Isabelle's lips tightened in the corners, never too happy with being ignored. "She's shorter than I remember," she muttered and Jace didn't given her the satisfaction of looking over at her, making her let out a sigh and close the distance between them, resting against an exposed wooden beam. "You planning on staying out here all night?" She asked.
"I'll be in shortly," Jace told her. "Don't worry about it."
"You missed dinner," she pointed out. "Max wasn't very happy about that." Jace winced internally, because he instantly felt bad about this. He actually vaguely remembered Maryse and Robert Lightwood saying that they would be at the house for dinner that night, and Max would obviously be with them.
"I'll go and see him tomorrow morning," Jace murmured. Max was one of the youngest in their pack at sixteen, and Jace spent quite a bit of time one-on-one with him, making sure Max always knew how important he was to the pack and to Jace himself. He stayed over most weekends and sometimes through the week, and came over for breakfast before school started occasionally, even if it meant that he ended up running late to his first class of the day. Jace always felt bad about missing dinner if Max was coming over.
"I think he just wanted to see if Clary was going to be here," Isabelle told him and Jace shrugged.
"It's going to be a while before than happens, I think," he replied, and Isabelle pursed her lips together, easily able to pick up on the scent of sadness that rolled off him. It would have been easy to pick it up even if she wasn't one of his pack and close to him, given how strong the sudden scent was.
"The fact that she came back with you...That's a big thing," Isabelle reasoned softly, and Jace appreciated what she was trying to do, even if it wasn't really going to work. Isabelle wasn't the only one in his pack that was wary of Clary, given how she fought against their very nature—against the mate bond that so many werewolves would spend their lives looking for—and had been so much distance between herself and their Alpha. Even before Jace had been their Alpha, he had still been a part of their pack, and they had all been able to feel the hurt that he was dealing with, separated from his mate. Jace had always been closest to Isabelle and Alec, and Alec was definitely the more reasonable and level-headed one out of the pair, while Isabelle had a tendency to let her emotions cloud her judgement at times, which is why she seemed to have a hard time with Clary.
She wanted to like her, because on the two occasions that she had met her—not counting their brush at the market—they had got on well. Admittedly, they had been when they were a lot younger, before Clary had ever met Jace and before anyone had known about the abuse in the Morgenstern pack. She also wanted to like her because she was her Alpha's mate, and that meant that she was one of the most important people in their pack, even if she hadn't stepped into that position yet. But Isabelle couldn't let go of the years that had passed that had left Jace suffering.
"Look, I want it all to work out this time, okay?" Isabelle said haltingly, trying to find the right words. "But maybe don't throw yourself into getting this place ready for her to move in just yet," she waved a hand around the half shell of a home around them that they all knew was something that Jace always intended to live in only once his mate came home.
"I don't think anyones going to be living in here anytime soon, Izzy," Jace told her and Isabelle shrugged a shoulder, not sure what else to say. But then Jace was wiping down his hands and reaching out for her, circling an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close against his chest so that her head was resting there. They didn't say anything, but Isabelle felt Jace's wolf calming her down, just through their simple touches, and in turn, she could feel him feeling a little better as well.
I watched the movie It's Kind of a Funny Story for the first time, I've been meaning to watch it for years, but I just never had. I'm really glad I did, so I definitely recommend it. It's got Zach Galifianakis, Viola Davis and Emma Roberts and it's just a really really good. Sort of similar to Perks of Being a Wallflower, although nowhere near as good since that's my favourite movie of all time. Haha. Also as I'm writing this, we're watching Big Hero 6 and I just adore this movie so much. They're all just amazing, and Tadashi is just...The most beautiful person in the world. Oh, and the other day I watched Need For Speed again, which is just a mindlessly car racing movie, but I love Aaron Paul and Imogen Poots and so it's great. Haha.
For TV shows, I've recently started The Bold Type, and I'm completely in love, the three main girls are adorable, I don't know which one is my favourite so far. None? All? All, I think. And I absolutely love Alex. And Jacqueline is a fucking goddess. Honestly, the show just makes me so happy. Also Crashing, which was fucking hilarious. Some of the lines in it were really cruel, actually, which kind of cut for a comedy show. I absolutely fucking LOVED Melody and Colin and Sam. Particularly Melody. Also, Derry Girls, I've recommended it before, I'll do it again. Haha. My husband and I have watched it sooooooo many times, it's generally our go-to when stoned. Haha.
Okay, so songs... Uh, some old ones I've been listening to—Forever and Sex Metal Barbie by In This Moment, um, also Blood and Adrenalize. Slow Fade by Ruth B, which is beautiful, Cringe by Matt Maeson and the acoustic version is even better. None Of My Business by Cher Lloyd and Takeaway by The Chainsmokers and then Hope For The Underrated Youth by Yungblud, which I bawled my eyes out over the first few times I listened to it.
Okay; questions...Anyone into Veronica Mars? Anyone been into Veronica Mars since they were a child? Oh my god. I was so fucking disappointed by the reboot. Like, my entire heart dropped. I only got two episodes in, and I wasn't really enjoying it, I just felt like Veronica wasn't characterized well, she had actually regressed, and then I read the ending, and I just refused to go on. So...That's disappointment dating back to my primary school days.
Umm...Favourite song right now? Mine is hammer by nothing,nowhere.
And how many tattoos do you have? I've just gotten my second one, and I think I'm getting a third in November, and then I've got plans for, like, four others.
Anyway, drop a review, they make my day :)