A/N: I still can't post that other part yet, as it's still too early, but I ended up writing this instead. :) The song lyrics at the start of Rose's part are from Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara. I hope I did Devi and Naya's part justice… I may have rushed it too much, but oh well.

~~ Rose ~~

She just wants to be beautiful
She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits
She craves attention, she praises an image
She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor

Rose had decided to draw a bath that night, sprinkling in some lavender and flower petals, and she watched the warm water fill up the tub. Soaking in the bath always helped to soothe her, and she hummed a song as she worked. Reaching forward to switch the water off when it was full enough, she then unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, along with her underwear. Before she hopped in, however, she paused by the mirror, looking at herself for a moment and she grew silent. Her features were pretty, perhaps, although not as much as a pure faerie.

She pinched some skin on her arm, before looping two of her fingers together, to see whether they could fit around her arm. However much she tried to diet and to cut down her food intake, she never seemed to be what she wanted. Pure faeries never seemed to have to worry about such things. Moving on, she bit her lip lightly, as she turned side on, still disappointed with the size of her breasts. They were not particularly noticeable under her clothing like Savannah's or other girls' were.

Turning front on again, she wondered how others may see her. Tentatively, she ran her fingers along one of her arms. Then, she ran them lightly down her neck, between her breasts, and down her stomach, finding it tickled. At least she had a small waist. After a pause, she pulled her hand away, and averted her gaze. While she longed for a boyfriend, she was not sure how she could expect anyone else to touch her, when she could hardly touch herself.

She was always too disappointed with what she found.

~~ Caspian ~~

On the first night that they were meant to be together, Caspian and Tiana were left alone, their parents having bid them goodnight earlier. To offer them some privacy, a kind of tent had been set up, designed from wooden poles and animal skins, and some dimmed orbs of light hung from it, to help illuminate the inside.

Tiana's long, auburn hair was braided, and she wore a sheer dress, which he avoided gazing at. His own hair had been growing too long, and his mother had forced him to cut it for the occasion. They both moved to sit down, the silence drawing out for a long moment. His gaze flickered between her face, and the other side of the tent.

She reached out to lightly brush her fingertips along the edge of his blue wings. The nerves there were sensitive, and he couldn't quite suppress a slight shiver at the strange, tingling sensation. Drawing her hand away, she shifted forward, as if to kiss him, and he tensed. It would be bad if he drew away, so he forced himself to stay still, averting his gaze.

However, as if sensing this, Tiana drew back, studying him for a moment and looking hesitant. "Do you not find me… attractive?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

He was not sure how to answer such a question, without offending her. It was not often that he ever worried about offending someone. "… It's not you," he replied, his voice low. "And it's not your fault."

She reached out to touch his arm, and he flinched, not having expected it. "Caspian," she sighed, pulling her hand back. "We don't have to do anything tonight, if you don't want to."

Feeling surprised by her words, since it was disobeying their parents wishes, he tried to hide his relief. After a pause, he nodded, before swallowing. "I just-… Give me some time, okay? I'll get over it."

"I can say that we did some things and be vague about it. But I can't lie if they ask me directly. We will have to do something soon," she urged him, and he met her gaze briefly.

"I know," he responded, quietly. "I'm aware of that."

She watched him for a moment longer, before she shifted so there was some more space between them, and laid down on her side, facing the other side of the tent. "We may as well get some sleep."

He made a sound of agreement, laying down as well, although he did not close his eyes, and his gaze wandered aimlessly. It felt strange without his staff, and he found he had nothing to curl his fingers around. He lay on his back, and his wings were uncomfortable in such a position against the ground, but he ignored it, deciding he deserved a bit of discomfort.

He wasn't sure how long it had been before he gathered that she'd fallen asleep, her breathing evening out. The dim lighting cast shadows on her wings, and he studied her for a long moment. Was he attracted to her? He could not say that he was, but then again, he did not think that he had been attracted to anyone before. Maybe that's just how he was. He did not see himself ever making any vows of the heart or body – neither was expected for his arrangement with Tiana, as they were not in love, nor did they have to stay together later on. It was merely expected that they wouldn't stray while the arrangement was in place.

Sick of such thoughts, he exhaled slowly, lying in silence. He knew he would not be able to sleep, especially when he was with someone unfamiliar. Letting his guard down was not something that he did easily. So, he decided to bide his time, hoping it would not be too long before the sun rose.

~~ Devi and Naya ~~

On Devi's eighteenth birthday, not much seemed different to usual. There was a flurry of activity at his house as they all got ready for a rewards presentation that one of his older sisters was to receive. As he walked to the kitchen, his mum looked up. "Happy birthday, Dev," she said, smiling warmly over at him for a moment, before she went back to dishing up the twin's breakfast. The twins chimed in as well, and he gave them a quick smile as he leaned against the doorway.

"Becca has that award ceremony this afternoon in Alicante – do you mind if we celebrate tomorrow night?" His mum continued, as she placed the plates down on the table. "We'll give you your presents then."

Devi merely nodded, in reply. He supposed he'd expected such a thing, even if it was his eighteenth, although he couldn't help a prickle of disappointment. He guessed he should be grateful that they celebrated it at all – Naya's parents often didn't visit, just sending her an expensive present, like a weapon, or something else for her training. He'd already said he wouldn't attend the ceremony, claiming that he was tired, and just wanted to chill around at home for his birthday.

"Oh, and Naya left a letter for you," his mum said, as if just remembering, and she nodded towards an envelope on the counter.

Quickly, he moved to grab it, taking it back to his room with him. Once he'd reached it, he closed his door to try and block out some of the noise, before opening the envelope. He already knew that Naya's parents were dragging her out to some Clave meeting during the day, but she'd promised to make it up to him that night. As he read the letter, he couldn't help but smile.

Happy birthday to the best parabatai around. Come to my house at seven and we'll have some fun.

Don't be late,

Naya

It was a little funny, he thought, because she normally referred to herself as the best parabatai in such letters. He supposed she'd made an exception for his birthday.

ooOoo

Leaving a little early as he grew anxious about being late, Devi left his house, closing the door behind him, and following the path over to Naya's manor house. She'd left the outside lights on, so it was easy to see where he was walking, even if he probably could have done it with his eyes closed. Reaching the doors, he knocked, before slipping inside.

The lights were on in the kitchen, so he headed there first, raising his eyebrows when he stopped at the doorway. A feast was laid out on the table, along with an impressive looking cake.

"Happy birthday," Naya grinned, walking over to give him a hug, which he returned after a moment.

"Thanks," he replied, as she pulled back. "This seems like… a lot of food for two people."

"I asked my cook to make a bit of everything you like. Of course, it's nothing like your xiaolongbao, but still… it's better than my cooking," she laughed, and he just shook his head, unable to stop his smile. Since her parents were never home, they'd hired a cook to come and make her meals and to freeze some to keep her going. It wasn't uncommon for Shadowhunter families to use such services.

"I swear, you'll make me sick by the time this night is over," he responded, and they both sat down, chatting as they worked on eating some of the food. He hadn't been that hungry in the first place, but he made an effort to eat a bit, not wanting her to be disappointed. It seemed she hadn't enjoyed the Clave meeting at all, but he supposed that wasn't a surprise. She was often in a bad mood after spending the day with her parents.

Once he could not possibly eat any more, she brought over a present that had been wrapped nicely with a bow. "You didn't have to get me anything," he protested, although he opened it carefully, looking pleased when he saw what it was.

"I figured you were overdue for a nice quiver to hold your bolts," she said, watching as he held it up to study it.

"I definitely am," he agreed, thinking it looked like a nice quality one, and that it would last him for a while. "I'll definitely make use of this. Thanks, Naya."

"It's no problem," she smiled, walking over to a cupboard and rummaging around in it for a moment. "Now the real fun can begin."

"… And that is?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched her.

"Your first taste of alcohol, of course," she replied, pulling out a number of large bottles and setting them on the table, as well as two glasses. "You're eighteen now, so you may as well celebrate." Shadowhunters were allowed to start drinking at that age, although some even had a taste when they were younger than that. Shadowhunters had to be responsible from a much younger age than mundanes, after all.

He wasn't well versed in any kind of alcohol, so he had no idea what exactly she'd picked out. Watching as she poured them both a glass, he frowned. "You're not eighteen yet."

Naya merely rolled her eyes. "I'm eighteen in like a month. Besides, I won't tell, if you don't."

She slid his glass over to him, and he caught it. "But your parents might kill me. How did you get ahold of this, anyway?"

"I have my ways," she shrugged, seeming to ignore the part about her parents, mostly. "My parents aren't here, and they don't need to know. They'll think it will 'interrupt my studies,'" she said, adopting their tone.

He almost protested more, before letting it go and glancing down at his glass. He'd just have to make sure that she didn't get into any trouble.

Raising his glass, he took a sip, and she followed suit. It burned the back of his throat, and he made a face. "I don't know why people even like alcohol so much."

Naya drank a little more, and he was sure that she was just hiding her reaction well. "I guess they like the feeling of being uninhibited, or something."

"I guess," he agreed, trying to drink a little more. He didn't mind the sound of forgetting about his worries for a night, sick of being plagued by his anxiety, especially in the evenings.

"You're sleeping over, right?" she asked to check, and he nodded. It sounded more fun then just staring at his ceiling all night. "Good."

She insisted on playing some drinking game she'd heard that mundanes played, and they both ended up drinking more than they should have, with her refilling their drinks when they were emptied.

"Okay, okay," she said when it was her turn again, but she ended up bursting out laughing, unable to get a word out.

"Evidently you become silly when you drink," Devi remarked, although he couldn't help but laugh, as well.

"Maybe," she smiled, and she looked over at him. "Ah, Dev, you're finally eighteen. Eighteen and still a virgin."

He flushed at the change in topic, almost wishing they were still playing the game. "Hey, I'm not the only one."

"You are," she corrected him, laughing again. "The only virgin, I mean."

"…What?" he said, sounding surprised. It was nearly enough to sober him, and he wasn't sure what to say for a long moment. It seemed that she had had too much to drink.

"It's true," she said, swirling her drink around in her hand. "You remember when that Shadowhunter boy came to study here for a week?"

Devi did remember – he'd been a child of a friend of her family's, and he'd been visiting Idris from an Institute overseas. Naya had invited Devi around on a number of occasions, but he'd mostly turned her down, not feeling entirely comfortable around a stranger. "Jacob? Yeah, I remember."

"Well, it was just the two of us most of the time when the tutor wasn't here, so… we did some stuff," she shrugged. "He was cute and all."

Devi stared at her for a moment. "But you were like… sixteen," he stated. "And he was like eighteen."

"So?" she replied, and he noticed that her cheeks seemed slightly flushed, too, which was unusual. "That's only two years difference."

"You were young… I just hope he wasn't taking advantage of you," he said, sounding a little awkward.

"I wanted to, I guess. I mean, if I didn't want to, then I would have told him." It seemed like she was trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal, from her tone. "I was a little naïve perhaps," she admitted. "But it was fine."

Devi frowned, wondering if she ever would have let the secret slip if she hadn't been drinking so much. There were certain topics that she wasn't very good at opening up about. He couldn't help but feel a little strange about it all. He didn't like the thought of someone taking advantage of her like that, when sometimes she seemed a little too eager to please. He also couldn't help but wonder whether it would change anything between them. As if the thought of the possibility of her going off with some guy and leaving him behind made him anxious. He'd always liked it when it was just the two of them.

"Well, if he'd done anything you didn't want, I would have hunted him down," he replied, and he was only half joking.

Naya laughed, and the conversation moved on, although he didn't have anymore to drink, still stuck in his thoughts. He supposed even that wasn't enough to stop his anxiety.

"We're going to be so hung-over in the morning," he groaned, although it was good naturedly. "And I'll only have you to blame."