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SketchesClary? Jace knocked on her door again, but there was no answer. Turning the handle he cautiously pushed it open, wondering if she was asleep she had barely recovered from that Ravener attack after all.
The room was empty, though the bed clothes were crumpled. He felt a stab of disappointment, wondering where she could possibly be. Izzy had taken her new pet mundane to the park and Alec was adding runes to a dagger in the weapons room. With everyone else distracted he had hoped for the chance to talk to Clary alone, talk to her normally without interruptions from Forsaken, mad witches and mundanes. He had thought he might take her up to the greenhouse; she seemed the sort of person who would be able to appreciate its beauty.
He was about to leave to search for her in the kitchen or library when something caught his eye. It was a sketchpad, lying on the bedside table with a graphite pencil resting on top. He closed the door behind him and went to sit on her bed, pickin
The DrawingClary was sitting in the living room of Lukes house with her legs drawn up close, doodling in her sketch pad. The pencil flowed easily over the page forming lines that formed shapes of things that would forever be in her memory. Her mother and Luke had gone to eat lunch and make sure that everything had been moved out of their old apartment. She and her mother had moved in with Luke after they had returned from Alicante.
She moved her thoughts back to her drawing. She had been working on a drawing of Alicante all day, and something about the picture just didnt seem right. She put her pencil back on the page and let her mind wander as she tried to finish the drawing. Her thoughts immediately went to Jace.
He was supposed to be coming over, but Clary hadnt heard from him yet. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 1:30. She sighed and turned her attention back to the drawing. She finally realized that she could do nothing more to the Alicante picture and flipped t
First MarksA soft knock sounded on Clarys door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late.
Come in, she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp.
Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. I saw the light under your door. I didnt wake you up?
No, Clary replied, shaking her head.
Good. Jace came into to room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing pyjama trousers, but no shirt. Clary could clearly see the lattice of scars and faint marks of runes that covered his lean, yet muscled body and felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Several permanent runes decorated his skin. After reading the Grey Book she could understand their meanings; protection, grace, balan
"all i know is you held the door,
you'll be mine and i'll be yours,
all i know since yesterday,
is everything has changed."
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