Chapter 2
Jace sat upon his bed thinking. He was excited, for there was no higher way to honor and prove his love to Clary as this. Today they would draw runes of love and respect over each other's hearts.
He wore a black tuxedo, Izzy had forced him to look decent. He would have worn a t-shirt and jeans, or worse gear if it weren't for Izzy's dictative personality. In addition, he wore black dress shoes, and a tie. His golden hair was still wet from the shower he had recently taken. His hair, as it dried began to curl.
Jace picked up a photo, on his side table in the New York Institute. In the picture was himself and Clary at Jocelyn and Luke's wedding. He was holding her in his arms kissing her on the forehead, she in a green high low dress, and he in black dress pants and a white button up shirt. He put the picture in the inside pocket of his suit.
Jace walked to the bathroom, picked up a brush and combed through his tangled curls. He let out a cry of pain as he hit a tangle, just as Alec walked into his bedroom.
"Jace?", he called out.
"One moment!" Jace shouted out to Alec. He set the brush down, after he got the final visable tangle out. He walked out to see Alec, in a blue suit that matched his eyes. "Let he guess. Magnus?"
Alec glanced down at the matching suit. "How could you tell?" he responded in a sarcastic tone. "He made me try on about twenty suits, that frankly all looked the same to me. There were three I swore were this exact color, but apparently they weren't precisely my eye color.
Jace laughed. "Only Magnus."
Alec nodded. "Only Magnus." Alec looked at Jace now, instead of at his shoes, which yet again matched, this time his raven black hair. "You ready?"
Jace, put his hand in his suit pocket, wishing he could see Clary sooner. He sat down on the bed, unnoticably shaking. "I've been wanting to marry Clary, practically from the time I met her in the Pandemonean. I don't fear for the future, since I will have Clary by my side. But I do often fear the past, Sebastion and all. My father, well Valentine, you know what I mean. It's just, what if I am to be a father. I don't want to be anything like Valentine, but I see him in myself. What if I am the kind of parent he was? I could never forgive myself. And what would Clary think if we had a kid that was like him... or me."
Alec walked over, sitting on the bed, placing his hand on Jace's shoulder. "Jace. I have known you since I was ten. You are the bravest person I have ever known, and possibly the most stuborn. Even if you were raised by Valentine, you are not evil. Clary loves you inifitely, and you will be an amazing father. If Clary thought you were like Valentine would she really be marrying you? I'm just saying, you are not Valentine. You are Jace Lightwood, Herondale, whatever."
Lightwood, Herondale, whatever. He still needed to decide what name to be. He was a born Herondale, but he didn't want to feel ungracious towards the Lightwoods. They had been his family for eleven years, they were a part of him, and he didn't want to let that go. But vice versa he also didn't want the Herondale family line to end just because Jace wasn't proud of his father's descisions. He wished more than anything that he could see Clary, soon.
Jace in responce to Alec's speech, reached over and wrapped his arms around Alec. He didn't want to let go of Alec, but Alec needed to get to the wedding. Well so did he, but he needed to do something first.
"Well, you better get going. We don't want Magnus to be critiquing every guest's outfits." Jace said to Alec.
"By the Angel, Magnus! I'll see you soon, you know being the best man." Alec smiled at that. He seemed so proud that he was the best man. I don't know why he thought it wouldn't be him. Like he would let Simon or Angel forbid Magnus, be the best man. No it was meant to be his best friend, his parabioti. "Bye," Alec cried as he ran out the door.
Jace got up from his bed, walking through the door into the Institute hallway. He looked back at his room, realizing it would no longer be his room, but his and Clary's. It made him happy, but filled his mind of stories and memories. It had been his room for eleven years. Alec always bewildered by how clean the room was, and organized. He almost killed Clary here. This was the room where he had all of 'the dreams'. It was a room that had built walls around him hiding him from fears that lay beyond. He never adressed his fears aloud, but everyone has some type of fears. Like Alec had been afraid of the dark when he was little. If you listened through the walls when he was younger, Jace could hear Maryse singing Alec to sleep. Jace's fear included, his family, or Clary, being in danger. Clary not loving him, though Clary often reassured him on this fear. And his ultimate fear was that he would become a person like Sebastion or Valentine. He shut the door quietly, though he didn't understand why since no one was here.
He went to the elevator, that came up with a "SHREEK" after he had pushed the button. He opened the iron gate stepping in, plummiting down into his soon to be new life.