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Jace lead me in and walked me forward a few steps then whipped off the blindfold. I blinked a couple of times then gasped when my eyes came into focus.
JACE POV
I heard her gasp as I took the blindfold off. It's a shame you can't judge whether a gasp is good or bad.
"What-What is this place?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Uh... it's my gallery."
She turned to me, wide-eyed. "Your gallery?"
I laughed awkwardly. "Mmhm."
"As in you," she poked my chest to put emphasis on 'you'. "own this place."
"As in, I own it. As in, I buy artwork- copies or originals- and put it in here. As in, unless I say they can, nobody can come in." I finished with a shrug.
"Well... why am I here?"
I snorted. "Do you really think I discuss art with any other girls?"
She laughed. "Suppose not."
I began walking forward down the small hallway and Clary followed, the heels of her combat boots heard clearly on the tiled floor. "With me being so OCD," I gave her a look and she smirked. "it's arranged in sections."
I pulled out a laminated piece of card. "Here are the rooms."
"Wow. You do have OCD."
"Shut up and pick where you want to go."
After a minute or so she spoke. "Mythology."
I couldn't help but smile. "My favourite," I held out my hand, praying that she'd take it. "Come on." She looked at my hand then took it and I led us into the Mythology room.
He ran ahead of me to the first painting on the wall like a child in a sweet shop. Every room was the same; pure white but artwork hung on the walls.
She frowned. "These don't have labels on."
I joined her next to the painting. "No, the room's new. We have to get the labels done."
"Well, how do I know what-"
"This one," I pointed to the we were standing by. "is called The Siren. It was done around 1900 by John William Waterhouse. It depicts the creature, the Siren, who drew in men- typically sailors- by singing, on a rock playing to a man in the water. Some people believed that if someone heard their song but passed them by somehow, the Sirens would die."
I turn to Clary and she's looking at me already, both eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly open. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said this room was your favourite."
I laughed. "I find Sirens interesting, particularly. I paid a million dollars for this." (AN- It actually did get sold to a private collection for a million, ha).
"Are you serious?"
I laughed. "Very. Many of them are copies so they didn't cost a lot." I shrugged. "It's one of my favourites so I thought, 'why not?'."
Clary smiled. "Okay, how about this?" She pointed to the painting next to that.
"That's another favourite of mine; a copy though. This one's Greek mythology. The Gods. This is Apollo Flaying Marsyas. Legend has it, they had a music contest; Marsyas challenged Apollo and the condition was that whoever won could treat the other any way he wanted to. Apollo won, the choice was apparently biased, and flayed Marsyas alive in a cave as punishment for challenging a God. He then nailed his skin to a palm tree."
"Woah."
"Disturbing, right?"
"Imagine if that happened with X Factor."
"That would make it worth watching." She laughed and it wasn't long before I joined her.
He rested his forehead against mine and whispered "You still sure?"
As a reply, I kissed him again.
ALEC POV
"Do you have to go?" I was sitting on the sofa, cuddled into Magnus's side. It'd been about a hour since we decided to give us a go and had just sat in a comfortable since since then.
Magnus's chuckle vibrated through his chest and onto my head. "'fraid so, darling. I have a cat to look after. He hasn't left the house for as long as I've been here."
I lifted my head off his chest to speak but he interrupted me before I could start.
"Yes, I have fed him."
"Good."
"Wait! Why don't you come to meet him?!"
"Your cat?"
"Yes! Definitely! Let's go now!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the door without even giving me a chance to grab my jacket.
After a 10 minute taxi ride, Alec and Magnus were standing outside Magnus's apartment. Magnus let them in and dragged Alec up the stairs excitedly.
"Come on." Magnus tugged on Alec's hand so he would get up the stairs faster. Alec just laughed; Magnus's eyes seemed to glisten at the thought of his treasured cat.
They entered the apartment and Alec's jaw dropped open. There seem to be one thing the same shade or colour, for that matter. There were blues, pinks, greens, purpled, oranges and even more. The three-seater sofa was leather and red. The arms of the sofa were intricate designs carved out of wood, though. A large, throne-like chair sat a little way away from the sofa. It was purple with touches of gold and very royal looking. Alec's thoughts were interrupted by Magnus muttering to himself as he looked behind furniture.
"I do hope the Chairman hasn't got company, that would be awkward. Although, I doubt he would betray me like that, he knows to ask before he brings in unwanted guests. After all, I do pay the rent." A sigh. "Oh, where is he-?"
The sound paws on the laminated floors could be heard as Magnus stopped his search. There were cushions and bit and pieces strewn across the room by now. "Aha! Chairman!" Magnus turned to look at Alec's feet where Chairman Meow was lazily winding himself around Alec's ankles.
A grin lit up Magnus's face. "He likes you. Splendid. Are you hungry?"
"Uh, a little."
"Come along, we'll see what there is in the kitchen."
After a good search of the kitchen, they found nothing worth eating.
Magnus tapped a neon pink nail against his chin. "I'll get a takeout menu from the living room."
A few seconds later he reemerged. "Aren't you joining me?"
"O-Oh. Yeah."
Alec followed Magnus back onto the living room. It was perfectly clean. "What?! How did you-? This room..."
Magnus sat in the middle of the sofa so Alec had no choice but sit next to him. The chair was a bit... overbearing. "What about this room?
"It was a mess about 5 minutes ago! How-?"
"Oh, that," Magnus gestured nonchalantly with his hand not looking up from the menu. "Minor details. Now, sit." He patted a seat next to him.
Chairman Meow clambered onto Alec's lap when they were waiting for the food. Alec tentatively stroked his head resulting in a purr of delight coming from the Chairman as he nuzzled into the soft fabric of Alec's t-shirt.
Magnus put a hand on Alec's shoulder and shook him slightly. "He likes you! He likes you!"
Alec smiled at his excitement. "Is that good?"
"Well," Magnus smirked. "I never date anyone my cat doesn't like." (AN- Stolen from Cassie, my bad.)
Alec smiled broadly at the glittery man sat beside him. Never in his life had he thought a cat's opinion would be so important to him.
"I never thought I'd say this, but Jace Herondale, I really enjoyed spending time with you today."
Jace laughed. "Well, Clary Morgenstern, I enjoyed today, too."
They were now walking to a small place Jace knew called Taki's. It was a 15 minute walk, Jace had said, but would probably take longer since they were strolling, enjoying each others company.
Jace broke another comfortable silence. "Do you want to hear something outrageous?"
Clary looked to see that Jace had an uncharacteristic shade of pink on his cheeks. She frowned; Jace was blushing? "Sure, what is it?"
"Earlier, I thought... Well, I kinda thought that your brother was your boyfriend."
Clary laughed and Jace rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Jace muttered kicking at a piece of litter.
Clary's laughter died down. She took Jace's hand. "I'm sorry, Jace, but you can see why that's funny."
Jace shrugged. "Come on, Taki's is only a couple blocks away." He picked up his speed but nonetheless didn't let go of Clary's hand. She vowed to make it up to him.
Taki's turned out to be some small diner next to a bar and a snooker hall. Jace was a regular, it seemed.
Jace slipped into a booth at the back and Clary sat opposite him. Before either of them could speak- probably Clary since Jace's mood seemed to have fell- a shrill squeal filled the air.
"JAAAACE!"
Clary saw a flash of dyed blonde hair then heard Jace make a sound like 'oomf!', as some leggy waitress barrelled into Jace with a hug.
Jace grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pulled her off him, confusion written on his face plainly. "Oh," the confusion left his face and was replaced with a smirk. "Hey, Jade."
Jade?! And a smirk?! Fuck. No.
"Jace it's been soooo long!"
Clary saw Jace's brows twitch slightly and he looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh before he composed himself. "Yeah, a week is absolutely forever."
Jade, not catching the sarcasm, squealed in delight. "Right?! Do you want the usual?" She leaned closer to Jace, her breasts clearly showing. "And the other usual?"
Jace frowned slightly. "Other usu-? Oh! Oh. No, thanks, J," J?! Nicknames?! Clary was either going to walk out or rip out this slut's throat. "We'll take two of my usual... food." He added on the end for good measures.
"We?"
Jace nodded towards Clary.
"Oh!" The waitress didn't seem fazed. "Didn't see you there. The food will be out soon."
As soon as she was out of ear shot, Clary leaned across the table. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"What?" Jace looked genuinely confused which fuelled Clary's rage.
"I'm sitting right fucking here and you go and flirt with some whore in front of me!"
"Oh. Are you jealous, dear Clary?" The tone in which he said it made Clary suspicious.
"Did you do that to make me jealous?"
"Did it work?"
"Answer the question, Jace!"
"FINE, YES! I DID!" He lowered his voice slightly but the intensity blazing in his eyes didn't even stutter. "Now you know how I felt when I saw you with Jonathan."
Clary couldn't believe this. "That is completely different! He is my brother, I didn't flirt with him-!"
"No but you saw my jealously as a joke, Clary! You know, it actually hurt when I thought you had a boyfriend. I thought you'd fucked me, opened up to me, let me open up to you, all the while having a boyfriend. Then some annoying part of my brain decided to chip in 'hear her out Jace, I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation'." His fist banged against the table, rattling cutlery. "I never thought I'd see the day where I felt something more than lust for a girl and here I am feeling jealousy- and willing to stick around to hear her excuses for having a boyfriend- and then being laughed at for that jealousy. I can barely wrap my head around my thoughts right now, Clary, I didn't appreciate that." He stared at the table in an attempt to avoid eye contact with Clary.
Clary sighed. "What are we doing, Jace?"
Jace didn't look at her.
"What are we?"
Jace shrugged.
Clary sighed again. "Jace look at me."
Jace hesitated but then lifted his head to look at her. The fire in his eyes was gone and now he just looked downright miserable. "I'm sorry, okay. Really. I didn't realise how this effected you. If it's any consolation, I have no clue what's happening to me either. But I know one thing; I'd like to be your girlfriend."
Jace's eyes seemed to clear up and he leaned over to gently place a single kiss on Clary's lips. "I'd like that, too."
All together now; AWWWWWW. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I hear ya. Anyway, this note is me asking if you guys have tumblrs which aren't ((yes ARENT)) fandom ones. If you do, tell me on here in the reviews or smthn OR follow me on mine(graveyardxsoul. tumblr. com)and then tell me your fanfiction username (if you have one- if not just say that you came fromhere in my ask box) and I'll follow you back fo sho bc I'm feeling generous. Any other time, I wouldn't.
PS- The reason why I know so much about those pieces of art is not because of google, surprisingly, it's because they are some of my favourite pieces, especially in Greek mythology, so I think y'all should check em
OKAY SO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST NIGHT (well this morning at like 2:30am) BUT I DIDNT BC I WAS HALF WAS THROUGH EDITING AND IT JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARED AND I WAS IN A BAD MOOD ANYWAY SO I DECIDED TO LEAVE IT UNTIL TODAY. SORRY.