Keep in mind that this is Clace fanfic after all. No matter what I write in this chapter. And this chapter might speak of how Clary's always been close to Jonathan, but that is because they grew up together. They were closer than siblings. Know each other better than anyone else. That's it.
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The next thing she did, after he finished the sentence was pulling him close. She lay her head on his chest while his hand was brushing her hair gently. She was still tired and lying next to Jonathan like that brought back some memories. The memories of her childhood.
Jonathan might be half demon, but as far as Clarissa knew, he wasn't a bad person. There were times when she needed his help and he would come running. When they were young, he wanted attention. Unlike Clarissa, he needed it, while all she wanted was to be left alone. When Jonathan didn't get enough attention, he was mean or just too arrogant. Because that's what he is. All he ever wanted was to be loved. And if his own mother couldn't give him that, his father wasn't even capable of loving, then it was down to Clarissa. Because God only knew how much Clarissa's heart ached for her brother.
She loves him because he is her older brother after all. He is her parabatai. Her other half. And her brother always took care of her. He was always there when she needed him, always watching out for her.
And now, as she was tangled up between sheets and blankets in the bed with him, she couldn't feel safer. Her body relaxed, but there still was a sting on her skin from the iratze her brother had drawn on her skin.
After a while, she closed her eyes and drifted away into the unknown. When she woke up, her brother was still beside her, but staring at her. She yawned stretched.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked, wondering how long Jonathan has been here beside her.
"Around a day and a half. Turns out your jump from something-like-the-empire-state-building had really warn you out." He leaned closer and kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling, little sister?"
"Better. Not so tired anymore." She said and pulled away from his grip. Her feet hit the cold floor and she winced a little, but stood up immediately. "I need a shower asap."
"Well, I'm glad you're feeling well because we need to go somewhere. I need to show you something. But first, the bathroom door is down the hall on the left, there are clothes in there you can wear, and some other stuff from home."
"Why do you have my stuff in your apartment, Jonathan?"
"I just stopped at home for a few moments."
"Oh my God, does our father know I'm here?" Clarissa was suddenly nervous. What would her father think? She must've been a disappointment. Would he torture her with demon blood again after so many-
"No, and I'm not going to tell him if you don't want me to." Clarissa shook her head and thanked him before heading down the hall to take that promising shower. It felt way better than she hoped it would. She had some bruises, but other than that, she looked fine. Her hair was again all wet and taming it was a nightmare but she somehow managed to do it under fifteen minutes. Which was practically a miracle. Either that, or the world is ending.
One thing she noticed was that Jonathan picked very sexy things from her closet. He took those clothes that were very skin revealing. But this time, she put on normal jeans and a V-line shirt. Those were her most normal clothes she could to pick from. She didn't want to stand out. Her hair already made that mission impossible, but she was trying her best to hide it.
After she got ready and brushed her teeth, she opened the door, only to find Jonathan sitting down the hall.
"Finally," he exclaimed before he took his sister's hand and guided her outside his apartment.
"Where are we going?" She asked impatiently.
"Somewhere I think you're going to like."
And with that, he pulled her through the front door and they were gone.