The days had grown quieter and more relaxing after the Dark War had passed, even the demons had kept themselves at bay. So not many hunts took part for the Shadowhunters. Jace most definitely missed having something to drive his blade into or fist against, but he seemed to be coping.
Clary and Jace had spent most of the afternoon in Central Park-thankfully glamoured from mundanes- since he was currently throwing daggers at one tree, whilst leant against another, with a serene look crossing his features. Clary knew he found peace with anything that was either sharp, tough or gave him the essence of winning. She smiled, then carried on with her drawing.
The pencil scrawled across her drawing pad, lines flowing precisely, creating a beautiful picture, which had turned out to be just as usual. Jace. He was always on her mind, and what always left her finger tips. She'd drew the whole landscape, as well as Jace, leaning against the tree he'd claimed. Her eyes wandered above the page, and her head shot up, panicking. Jace wasn't at his tree, he was no where to be seen.
Clary looked around frantically, trying to see where Jace had disappeared too. Suddenly, she felt a body drop down behind her, she knew it was him, just from his smell. She'd know him anywhere. He placed his legs either side of hers, pulling her back against his chest. She smiled and snuggled in backwards, closing her eyes.
"Paradise huh?" Clary watched his fingers trail across her letters in the page.
"Yes, it looks like it. Don't you think?" Jace had gone silent, as she was about to break the silence he spoke. Tightening his arms around her, "No, because paradise is here. I have her in my arms."
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