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Impulses, Chapter 8: Runes, Dresses, and Vows

This was it, the day. She'd been waiting this for months, planning, stressing and freaking out but now her insides felt like jelly as she lay in her castle of doona. Today she was going to walk down the isle to meet Jace, perfect as he is and bind herself to him forever. She knew she would never ever be able to walk down that isle without tripping slightly, or falling and smacking her head on a seat, or being knocked unconscious… she was doomed.

Before she could count to 10, Clary could hear a loud banging on her door as Isabelle's voice travelled through the wood, "Clarissa! Get up! I need to start work understand! GET UP AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR!" she started screaming. The red head sighed slightly and got up off her bed and walked towards the now violently vibrating door. When Clarissa turned the knob and pulled the door towards her, the beautiful Isabelle Lightwood fell forward slightly loosing her balance on the eight inch Gucci heels she'd bought only yesterday for the wedding.

"Isabelle, it is 6 am and you're already dressed?" Clary asked in shock pulling her hair into a messy pony tail that was sure to cause moutains of knots later on, that was for Izzy to sort out.

"Clary, I am dressed, make-up upped and have my handbag ready. Not to mention the extra large tote bag I bought a week ago especially to fill with all the make-up, products, sugar, spice and everything nice to make you the most beautiful thing Jace has ever seen in his life. Sit" Isabelle pointed towards the comfy swivel chair that sat in front of Clary's desk and full length mirror. And so it began.

As Clary sat down Isabelle brought in the bulging tote bag which had written in old fashion cursive "Yea that's right, It's a Mary Poppins bag" which caused a small laugh from Clary. Isabelle hobbled over and dropped the bag down before pulling how the dreaded eyebrow pluckers.

"Let's get started"

So as Isabelle pulled out Clary's eyebrow hair and Clary tried not to yelp, what, It hurt like a bitch, All Clary could think was… just another step to the wedding, just another step to the wedding. After Clary's skin turned bright red, Isabelle smoother soothing gel onto her skin which instantly cleared the redness… thank Angel! Next was the hair… Clary was regretting pulling her knotted and matted hair into that stupid piny tail because as Isabelle drew the brush threw it, she was sure her best friend was trying to pull her hair out. Would it ever end?

-Impulses-

"Clary, stop complaining! Goodness! Just get into the bloody dress okay?" Isabelle was in what the others called a demanding mood. It was do this now, and do that instantly, but Clary could tell she was just excited about the wedding so she did as she was told. The beautiful dress slipped around her waist and hugged her breasts perfectly; she knew Jace would absolutely love it. Somehow she had managed to keep his prying eyes away from the dress. The strapless dress trailed down like cascading water, swirling and twirling into the material, the dress that chose her she thought.

Her hair was pinned up in a swirling bun, with small loose strands of her fiery red hair falling in curls around her neck. Isabelle really had outdone herself. Her eyes were a natural bronze that complemented her hair and her lips were a pale pink that matched her skin tone perfectly. The amount of hairspray Isabelle had used could probably fuel a jumbo jet put she had to admit, she looked beautiful, and wanted to cry. But she wasn't going to go through Isabelle's rant about having ruined the mascara which cost her $50 to buy… Blah blah.

So when her mum walked into the room and gasped quietly, tears prickling her eyes, Clary knew why. Her mother didn't say a word just ushered her down stairs for photos and some crying over 'her little girl growing up to damn quickly'. Luke was with Jace sorting the boys out but her mum had stayed with Clary… of course, no way was she leaving her 'baby' in the last moments she had her at home.

Yes, Clary finally got her mum to agree to her movie in with Jace, since they were going to be husband and wife soon, her mum couldn't stop her but she did want he mother's approval. It was frustrating all her mum's rules, but she knew it was only in her best interest. Or so Jocelyn said.

"Baby! You look… so perfect" Jocelyn whispered quietly hugging Clary tightly. It was weird, seeing her mum liked this, Jocelyn had always been strong, and Clary had never seen her cried as a child unless she was opening the box with J.C written on it, that stupid box caused so many riddles.

"Thanks mum" she murmured back into her mothers shoulder, Clary had to bob down slightly because of her newly found height; Isabelle knew her heels, now it was just time to head down to the beach and do the scariest thing she had ever had to do in her life.

Marry Jace.

-Impulses-

The car ride seemed to take forever, like Clary was sitting in the car as the world passed her by, but she wasn't moving. Doubts started running madly through her head. What if Jace wasn't at the altar? What if he told her he'd changed his mind and didn't want to marry her? What if he was kissing another girl? Oh dear god!

In her heart she knew none of that would ever happen and that Jace would never do anything close to that to her, but how could she not worry? She was about to commit herself to him in the tightest bond possible, would he be able to stay true to her forever, considering his past? It had never bothered Clary before but she knew Jace wasn't exactly a virgin, and would he be tempted in the coming years? She wasn't sure but now she just had to focus on not passing out.

Ugh the traffic was driving Clary insane, in classic wedding style there was of course the worst bloody traffic jam she'd ever been in was wasting a good lot of time. Watching the traffic move was like watching paint dry, if Clary hadn't put a rune on it. At this rate they were going to run classically late and it was shit.

-Impulses-

S it actually took the car 2 hours to reach the beach rather than 45 minutes so instead of Clary worrying herself crazy, she could only think about Jace thinking she'd stood him up, at the alter. What if he thought she didn't want to marry him? And left him alone like some spoilt bitch? This was going to be a disaster, she would finally get to the wedding and all the guests would be gone and Jace would have left as well. So Clary's heart fluttered with excitement as the car pulled up and she saw all the seats filled on the soft sand with a small table closest to the water and facing the ocean was her boyfriend, Jace Lightwood.

Isabelle hugged her arm slightly and quickly attached her five metre train into her pinned up hair before helping Clary out of the car. Her dress poofed out around her in Cinderella style the way she'd always dreamed it would and Isabelle helped pull up her dress so it didn't scape across the pavement. She smelt the salt of the ocean and the slight breeze caressed her face but her hair didn't fall apart at all.

There was a small tent just before the isle that Clary waited in trying not to hyperventilate with nerves and fear. She was about to marry Jace! The chair she was sitting on was unbelievable uncomfortable, or maybe it was just Clary but she was itching to stand up, Isabelle however had condemned Clary to the little stool whilst she went out and organised any final touches. Luke's head popped behind a little doorway in the back of the tent, smiling broadly.

"You ready sugar?" he asked sweetly. Luke was the closest thing Clary had to a dad, he basically was. When Clary lived with her mum in the old apartment before she had any idea about Shadow hunters and all that, Luke had always been there. She understood why now, but she realised he was the father figure in her life the whole time, so of course he was giving her away.

"N-n-no" Clary stuttered but got up slowly as Luke walked towards her looping his arm through hers so they were linked together in traditional style. He guided her towards the doorway of the tent that was closed for the moment.

"Wait!" Clary yelped loudly, "Where are my bridesmaids?"

"They're coming. Isabelle is-" Luke replied before being cut off.

"Here" Isabelle walked in causally, picked up Clary's train as Maia and Amatis filed in behind. It was an obvious choice, Isabelle and Maia, but she had to think about Amatis, would she even have wanted to be a bridesmaid? To have such a role in Clary's marriage to the boy who could've been hers? Well luckily she didn't mind and was filled with joy when Clary asked.

"Luke…" Clary whispered nervously.

"It'll be okay honey. Just wait for the music and it will all be okay. This is your day remember" Luke kissed her lightly on the forehead which earnt a smack from Isabelle and a, "foundation doesn't last forever you know!"

-Impulses-

Clary was basically bobbing up and down with nerves and utter excitement but she was almost dreading the sound of the music playing. But it happened and her insides turned to jelly. She'd chosen Cannon, it was beautiful and she'd always loved the piece. Before she could tell herself to calm down the flaps of material used as a door to the tent peeled back gracefully by Angel knows what and Clary saw all the guests stand. Her vision went blurry as Luke started walking and she followed. She couldn't hear the music anymore, or her mothers' crying, or even the "oohing" and "ahhing". All she could she was the boy standing at the alter with a look of complete awe on his face.

It seemed to take years for her to walk down the frangipani sprinkled isle but it wasn't long before Luke had placed her hand in Jace's and sat down. Her breath start to quicken as she felt Jace's familiar fingers squeeze her hand tightly before leaning down and whispering, "You, are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life" he then turned smiling to face the one and only Magnus who for once wasn't wearing something blindingly sparkly, instead he wore the traditional black cloak that the Shadowhunter priest 'thing' wore. Clary didn't exactly read everything she was meant to…

It wasn't long before Magnus started talking about marriage and all that stuff but Clary couldn't hear him, instead she could only stare at the ocean and revel in the feeling of Jace holding her hand so tightly. Before she knew it they were up to the vows which naturally they had written themselves.

"Jace" Magnus said. Jace fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper with biro scribbled messily across it, only Jace.

"Um…" Jace stumbled, "Clary, I'm not very good at this kind of thing so I'm going to start with I love you" it seemed once Jace got that out he was fine.

"Before I met you, I was nothing. I was a user, someone who girl's were told to look out for by their fathers. It was because I didn't have a reason to be any better, to be anything of worth. And then you stumbled into my life screeching in an ally that I was a murder when you saw me stab a demon" at this the whole crowd laughed loudly and Jace smiled.

"Then I saw you in the coffee shop, and I knew I had to know you more, Simon was sitting next to you and all I could think was, that should be me making you laugh and smile the way he did. Since I've known you I have become a better person, I am who I am because of you. I will never let you go, I will never hurt you, I will never let anything including myself bring harm to you. I will stay with you when you are sick and healthy, when you are sad and happy, when you want to kick me in places I can't say at this particular moment and when you want to kiss me. Clarissa Fairchild, you are the most important thing to me, and I will never be the same person again, because I love you" Jace breathed out deeply and nervously shoved the note back into his pocket and rocked back on his heels the way he did when he was anxious.

Clary didn't even know she was crying till she felt a tear run slowly down her cheek, Jace's hand reached out to grab hers once again whilst she grabbed her vows off from Izzy with one hand and started to talk.

"Jace, you crazy murdering, mango and Campbell's tomato soup eating fiancé of mine, I don't even know where to start. I've always felt like I was just stumbling through everything I ever did. I never felt important, worthy of anything, special of moderately pretty. But I guess I can't say the same thing now. Everyday I can say to myself that I am the luckiest girl in the world, I must be special and important to have someone like you beside me. I must be somewhat pretty to have you look at me the way you are right now and I must be worth something. Without you, I don't have a reason to be any of those things, but with you by my side I can conquer anything" Clary hiccupped slightly with utter nervousness which resulted in another round of laughter from the audience. This caused her cheeks to flare up in the red shade that she knew Jace adored so continued.

"I want to give you everything you need to make you happy, I want to never have to be the cause of you pain of hurt or tears, because Jace… we all cry" and another laughing fit began.

"I will never leave you, I will never hurt you, I will never take you trust for granted. All I need is you, and I love you" Clary slowly handed her piece of paper back to Izzy who had mascara streaks down her face but didn't seem to care as she snuggled back up to Simon.

"We now bring forth the stele that will bind these two, one man, and one woman, together for all eternity" Magnus smiled broadly at them both as Jordan Alec brought the stele up towards them. He looked suitable smart in a pale grey tuxedo. Jace took the small instrument and leaned forward.

"The mark over the heart, as marriage is bound not only on the outside but on the in, the heart is bound by it's choice, as Clarissa and Jace are to their love" Clary smiled anxiously at Jace as he brought the tip of the stele closer to her skin before whispering in her ear, "This hurts baby, a lot".

As the needle tip ran across her skin she gasped in pain, the burning sensation ripping across her harshly but before she knew it Jace was done. And now she had to inflict the same pain onto Jace, however he did not even flinch when she did so.

"The mark over the wrist and hand, as marriage is work not just affection and friendship. The hands link together in the hands of the loved one to connect on the outer sphere of the body. The wrist pulses with the blood of the marked heart and flows throughout the whole body, as the whole body becomes marked.

Jace brought the tip down on Clary's wrist and she shut her eyes tightly to stop from making a sound. But once again Jace did not even flinch. When it was all over Magnus stared at them with the biggest grin on his face… definetly up to something.

"I know pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood" Everyone stood up and clapped loudly cheering and screaming. But Magnus in classic Magnus style interrupted the celebration.

"And as requested by Mr. Lightwood, you may now kiss you bride" Jace turned with an evil grin on his face, his arms quickly winding around Clary's waste and his lips sweetly moulding to hers for a few seconds of pure bliss but he soon retreated as not to embarrass Clary in front of everyone. Not that she would have minded. He picked her up into his arms and carried Clary down the isle into the waiting car to head to the reception. As she pulled the whole dress in and closed the door, she felt Jace's hand entwine in hers as he leaned down towards her and whispered, "I love you Mrs. Lightwood" and then his lips come down onto hers with more passion that before.

Mrs. Lightwood, now that would take some getting used to.

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