Set in modern times.
A couple of months ago, Jace had overheard Clary talking to Isabelle about wanting to desperately go see her favourite band. It had some strange name, that he only vowed to remembered so he could-hopefully-gain tickets for. Her birthday was only around the corner, and from what he heard her tell his sister, it fell just before the date of her special day. The past couple of years, he'd always struggled on what to buy her for her birthday, she always asked for basic items, and he wanted nothing more than to spoil her rotten. Yet she always fought for things like blank sketchbooks, canvas, pencils and paint. She was truly her mothers daughter, and though Jace would never admit it, he loved her for her creative and imaginative side. She had so much more life in her than he ever did. He had adrenaline and strength, while she had life, beauty and a powerful light that pushed away the darkness.
After hearing the conversation he'd immediately contacted Magnus, the one man in the city he knew could get tickets at last minute. Being a warlock and dating his parabatai, he had his benefits with this relationship they shared. If he couldn't spend money on her, he wanted to do something special for her, and this was the best possible way. He wanted to do nothing more than show Clary how much he loved her. So the afternoon of the day of the concert, when Alec had dropped off the tickets in the most discreet fashion, by sliding them under his bedroom door. Which was honestly the strangest way he'd ever received anything before. He smiled down at the tickets, picking them up and pushing them into his back pocket. He spent the majority of the day dressing and re-dressing, trying to look the part, as well as presentable for her. Simon had told him minor things about the band, but chuckled constantly.
He would never of said the concert was a blow out, nor would he ever get the chance. Clary had caught him dancing and singing-well more like shouting-along to repetitive lyrics of songs, so there was no getting out of it. Jace couldn't deny, for a mundane band, they were pretty amazing musicians. Clary had danced and swung her hips all night, and the majority of the times he caught himself watching her sway to the music, to which he chastised himself. It was her special night, and dragging her off into a dark corner was not how he wanted her to spend it. However much it would probably satisfy the both of them.
Though this morning, Jace was most definitely paying for it. He remembered climbing into bed, and pulling Clary close to his chest with his hands wrapping protectively around her waist. Then telling her how much he loved her, and that he hoped she enjoyed her night. After that, the darkness of sleep took him, just as it took her. Now as he looked into the reflection of his spoon, that was dipping in and out of his bowl of cereal, he chewed on his lip, scowling at his own reflection. The laughter of his brother, Simon and Magnus carried over the counter between them.
"Well it does make a change doesn't it? Golden boy has no snippy remarks or comebacks." Simon chuckled, leaning back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. The muscles from training making his runes stand out. Magnus laughed along with him, as he flashed his cat-like eyes to his brother, Alec. Who was also trying to fight the laughter. Jace sighed and cradled his face in his hands. This was his karma for all the times he tormented Simon for playing video games, for Magnus wearing glitter and making Alec scream at the top of his lungs from behind bedroom doors.
"It is rather peaceful, don't you think Alec?" Magnus winked over at his boyfriend, then flashed his eyes back to him. Jace sneered at the three of them. This is what he got, a complete loss of his voice. He literally couldn't even get out a simple 'hello' and he had been like it all day. Jace clenched and unclenched his fist under the table, their taunting and tormenting was starting to seep under his skin.
"Okay boys, lets give a rest. Jace's voice may be broken, but that doesn't mean his fists are. You know that if you keep on taunting, he will lash out." Clary had strolled into the room casually and Jace leaned over pressing a kiss to her cheek. He smirked as she lectured her best friend, a 400 year old warlock and his boyfriend with utmost confidence. This was exactly why he loved her, she may be quiet and reserved in her own little world, but she was there when it mattered.
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