Love, Clary thinks, is the smile you send your lover over dinner, it's laughing until you cry, it's the thrill of a drawing turning out great, it's the smell of spring and flowers.
Love, Jace thinks, is a laugh shared between those closer than brothers, it's the thrill of the fight, it's fire and smoke and belonging. It's thinking of family and giving without asking for anything in return, it's all he ever needed, to give and be given.
Love, Alec thinks, is letting Max sleep in his bed after a nightmare, it's the way Magnus looks at him, the way he would die for Jace, Izzy and Max. It's giving and giving and giving. It's dark and light. Fire and water
Love, Magnus thinks, is the way Alec looks at only him. It's fast and slow, rushed and yet steady. It was the way Tessa,Will and Jem looked at each other. Love is home, hearth and safety.
Love, Izzy thinks, is dangerous and yet safe. It's knowing that they will catch you when you fall. It's listening to them for hours on end. It's I love you's whispered in the dark. It's Lydia, holding her, smiling.
Love, Lydia thinks, is the way Izzy smiles at her in the middle of a meeting. It's sneaked kisses in darkened corners. It's laughing as they race in corridors.
Love, Simon thinks, is Rapheal smirking at him, it's knowing he'll always be there. It's sunlight after so long. It's video games, Spanish, blood and dark. It's Rebecca grinning with him, it's Clary laughing over a joke.
Love, Rapheal thinks, is Simon laughing. It's Lily smiling at them and then laughing when Simon falls. It's safe. It's everything he needs, it's everything he'll ever need