riley207: Thanks haha.
Crazypoptartdude: That's the big question, I guess. Haha you can say if you want to; although you've already guessed right once so that'd be more spoilers ahaha. Make Jace jealous, how? As in, Jace thinks Clary and Jon are together? Or something else? Tell me and I'll definitely do it- jealous Jace is the best Jace hahaha.
screamtaylor: he really is. There is a lot of tension haha.
ClaceAndPeeniss4eva: as you wish.
SuShadowhunter from Ravenclaw: Thank youuu. I know, jeez Jace keep it in your pants.
Liss3100: You will but not that soon.
itsHerondale: thanks
Daire123: I really like the idea of Clary needing support and Jace being there for her!
JACE POV (3rd P)
Jace was carrying several large canvases into the spare room- now Clary's. It had been three days of driving back to hers to pick up extra things Clary wanted in her room. And never ending art supplies.
"Where do you want them?" He asked and wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. He'd been the one carrying all of her painting things that she'd left in her car as she re-decorated. And he, like an idiot, had done it.
She gestured absently to nowhere in particular as she concentrated on putting an even coat of light blue paint on her wall. Jace eyed the paint as he put down the canvases in a corner, noting that his walls were plain white as opposed to hers.
He straightened up pushing at his back, grimacing when he heard a crack (AN- That rhymed ayyyy). "I didn't know you painted."
Clary shrugged. "Just a hobby," after a pause she turned to Jace. "What? You think that, because I run a gang, my hobbies only consist of murdering, drug running and pillaging small towns?... Like you?" She grinned mischievously at him then turned back to the wall.
Jace laughed. "Yeah, you got me there. The only thing I paint with is the blood of my enemies." Jace said as he walked out of the room.
Clary laughed. Jace decided that he preferred it like this; like they had known each other for years and could joke around each other instead of searching for ulterior motives or something.
"Hey Jace!" Clary called about one hour later.
"Yeah?!" He called back from the living room, not taking his eyes off his iPhone. Magnus was sending him selfies of him and Alec. Not that Alec looked willing in any of them, whereas Magnus looked to be having the time of his life.
"Come and look at the walls, I don't know what to think of the colour!"
Jace shook his head one last time at his phone screen and put it away on his walk towards Clary's room.
The walls were now all the pale blue except for the one that the foot of the bed faced- except across the room- had intricate details painted in gold in the two top corners. There wasn't a smudge or imperfection to be seen and none, to Jace's relief, was spilt on the furniture or carpet.
Clary was staring at him from the middle of her room, expectantly. Almost nervously.
She nodded once towards the patten on the wall. "Well? What do you think? Too much?" If Jace had learned one thing over the years he had known- using the term "known" loosely- Clary, it would be that wasn't indecisive. She must take painting seriously.
"No, no. Not too much." His eyes followed the gold path. "Not at all."
A small sigh escaped Clary. "Good."
"So," Jace's eyes had finished the golden trail and he turned to Clary to find her gazing at him expectantly. "You like painting?"
"I like art in general but painting and painted art is my favourite." Clary shrugged nonchalantly.
"Why is it your favourite?" Jace couldn't help being curious and he didn't know why.
Clary shrugged again- she shrugged a lot, Jace noted. "'The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.'"
Jace looked at her questioningly and she spoke again. "It was a quote."
Jace made a vague gesture with his hand. "Oh yeah, I knew that," He didn't "Picasso."
Clary tilted her head to the side, then laughed- which Jace thought sounded more like a giggle. Jace did not picture her as a giggle-r. "Actually, it was Van Gogh."
"Oh. Yeah. Right. 1895?" Another random guess.
Clary raised both eyebrows. "No, Jace, no. He had been dead 5 years by then. Stop guessing."
"Alright, gimme a break. So I'm not an art genius!" Jace said in a slightly hostile tone but the tell-tale hint of a smile on his face let her know he was joking.
"Yeah, whatever," Clary turned back to look at her work on the wall. "By the way, if you bring another girl back while I'm here, I'll rip out your lungs and shove them down your throat." And with that, Clary turned to the other side of the room and started propping up a canvas.
JACE POV (1st P)
After that very graphic and very menacing threat, I was left idling awkwardly in the doorway watching with great interest as Clary start painting. She was angled in such a way that I couldn't see what she was painting but I could see her face.
I noticed after a while of standing there that as she painted, she frowned and squinted slightly in concentration. When she was doing more intricate details- which I could tell when she did by how she used a finer paintbrush- she held the tip of her tongue between her teeth so that her tongue was peeking out of the right side of her mouth.
I had kissed that mouth. Felt that tongue. Felt those teeth under my tongue. I suppressed a shudder. Jesus, I hadn't stopped thinking about that kiss since it happened three days ago. Maybe if I got laid I'd get it out of my system. Preferably by a stubborn, petite redhead who happens to live in my apartment. That's it. I just need to fuck Clary then I'd be over... whatever this was. Although, getting Clary, of all people, to engage in anything physical that isn't first base may be more difficult than I first suspected.
"Are you going to stand there watching me like a perverted loiterer all day, Herondale, or are you actually going to do something useful?" She didn't look up but I could see the amused expression on her face.
I had an urge to go up to her and punish her for saying that. In a totally erotic, 50 Shades Of Grey way that is making me feel slightly more awkward and dramatically more like a perverted loiterer, as Clary stated.
I shook my head and ran a hand down my face. Wow, I have issues. My issues have issues.
On the other hand, I had a strange urge to cuddle her and wake up with her and watch shitty, low-budget films and I definitely want to kiss her again. Nothing a quick fuck can't solve... right?
ALECPOV
A bright flash woke Alec from a midday nap he didn't know he'd taken. He cracked one eye open to see Magnus furiously typing away on his phone with a smirk on his face.
"What are you doing?" I said rubbing sleep out of my eyes. Magnus turned towards me, looking startled- like he'd been doing something he shouldn't be. I instantly turned suspicious. "I said, what are you doing?"
Magnus tsked then shook his head. "You gang members. You're all the same: always suspicious."
I raised an eyebrow and he seemed to crack. "I was sending some pictures to Jace."
I sat up quickly, which made me slightly light headed. I felt blood drain from my face. "Pict-? Please do not tell me you sent nudes to my boss! Oh my god!" I stood up. Jace will kill me. "I'm going to have to run away. He'll kill me. I'm going to have to move to Mexico and call myself Pepito and set up a stall selling tequila and-"
"Alexander. Sit down, for Christ's sake. I did not send nudes to your boss. However, if you are so opposed to the idea of nude images of me, do not check your phone."
I felt the blood run back into my face. A lot of it. I was blushing so hard, I was practically glowing. "W-What?"
Magnus sat me back down and rolled his eyes. "I didn't send anyone nudes, Alexander. Well, I didn't send you or Jace nudes." I couldn't help the tiny pang inside me but I ignored it. It wasn't a nice feeling. "I sent him pictures of us."
I frowned. Us? "We didn't take any pic-"
Magnus pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of , sure enough, us. Me asleep and him pouting, me concentrating on something in front of us and him with his tongue out, me cooking with my back to the camera and his hand hovering over my ass. I pointed this one out and he grinned at me. There were much more. Much more. I laughed at a lot of them and by the end of the camera roll, I found that I had been having a lot of fun around Magnus. I could loosen up around him, I didn't have to pretend to be anything or anyone I'm not. He was a great friend.
reallyliked this chapter, I think I was having a particularly funny day but, hey, I don't like to brag when my hilarity rushes to the surface and bursts into my fanfics. That is a lie. I'm not funny. At all. If you think I'm funny, I would like to know. My self-esteem seems to take a beating daily, finding out people think I'm funny would help that. That is also a joke... or a lie. I try my very best not to be a liar,just so you know. But that is not the truth, is my point, I don't want you to think I am guilt tripping you into drip feeding me compliments. I am rambling and I will leave now. Bye.