Merry Boxing Day! Baha.
I really like writing from Isabelle's pov :]
They're supposed to be descended from angels. She could remember being told the story of Nephilim, of the Mortal Cup, of blood being mixed to create who they were. She had always been fascinated by that story.
Jace doesn't believe in it. He doesn't believe in God, doesn't even believe in angels. Isabelle wonders how that could be. They're descended from angels, all of them.
Isabelle thinks of Clary. She thinks of her temper and the way it's as if Jace is wrapped around her finger. She thinks of the way Jace looks at her, the way Clary tries so hard not to look at him.
They say even angels fall. But watching his eyes as he looks at her walk away, Isabelle decides that Jace didn't fall. Jace was dropped.
