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[steleheart]

[ It's morning, she knows that much, she can see the sun streaming through the window and catching on Jace's hair. Of course, she should probably not watch him sleep, but he looks so peaceful, maskless when he's not worrying about what people see. He looks beautiful and she can't help herself.

She's laying on her stomach beside him, arms crossed and her chin resting on them as she dozes. She could get up, but the drive to isn't really there. Not yet. ]

[stelecharm]

[ He senses her gaze upon him as he stirs, but he doesn't move, quickly remembering where he is, even if he is still getting used to it; it's hard to forget when he's sharing a bed with the most beautiful girl he's ever come across.

But he does crack open an eye, peeking at her from where he lies on his back, head to the side, and then closing them both firmly again. His voice is soft, but with a rough edge from sleep. ] You know, some people might consider that to be a little creepy. [ He doesn't appear to mind, though. ]

[steleheart]

[ Her voice comes muffled from where she's now pressed her face against her arms, an amused hint to it. ] I thought you liked it when girls looked at you.

[ She's warm and happy, blankets bunched around them both, the bed and the room around them like a hidden away world. Jace is alive and close by and Clary's heart keeps skipping beats every time she catches herself looking at him.

Resting her cheek on her hand, gaze drifting along the black ink of the marks on his collarbone. ] Besides, I can't help it.

[stelecharm]

I do, but I prefer it after I've had some time in front of a mirror. [ He's not half as vain as he makes himself out to be, and he doesn't need that much time in the bathroom to look good, but still.

He turns his body toward her, barely causing the bed to shift as he does. ] Is it a curse? I'm seriously struggling to tell.

[steleheart]

[ Watching him with a fond familiarity. ]

I don't think it's a curse. [ Smile widening a little. ] Maybe it is. Maybe everyone's staring at everyone else, but we'd have to get out of bed to check.

[ Wriggling her socked feet under the covers. ] I don't know about you but I kind of want to stay here.

[stelecharm]

Don't ask me why, but I think that makes me feel better about you watching me while I sleep.

[ He slowly shifts his feet closer to hers, catching one of them, toes curling around the sock band. ]

It's not just you, and I'm definitely willing to take my chances.

[steleheart]

[ Clary feels the familiar bubble of happiness and excitement expand in her chest. ]

Not willing to find out if the rest of the city is going to stare longingly at you? [ Clucking her tongue lightly. ] You've changed.

[steleheart]

[ She found warmer clothing in a thrift store once they'd left the apartment, and even though they're still looking, she doesn't really feel like keeping up the search. Outside the world is a mess of white and she hovers in the door as Jace comes out, loops a scarf around his neck before he can protest. ]

Even Shadowhunters can catch colds. [ Clary's well bundled up in her gloves and coat and woolly hat, green knit sitting on her red hair. She takes his hand with a bright smile, pulls him out, the snow crunching underneath her shoes. ]

Have you ever made a snowman before?

[stelecharm]

[ The ambush is sneaky, and he makes a face as he watches the assault take place upon himself, but he doesn't remove it even if it does look as if he's tempted to object. ]

Can they? [ He's got a smug look on his face, as if he knows something she doesn't, but he is, of course, teasing her. He would mock her for being so overly covered up, but green goes well with her hair, and she's cute like this, a thought he would never have thought he could have about anyone once upon a time.

Letting her tug him along. ] I've packed up tight balls of the stuff and thrown them at people, but that's about as close as it's got.

[steleheart]

Well, even if they can't you have to keep the hat on. [ Leaning into his side with her head on his shoulder. ] Because you might and I don't want you getting sick.

[ She leads him down the streets to where she knows the park should be covered in inches of snow. It's cold out but she doesn't really feel it as wrapped up as she is. And she thinks they need this, they need something nice and sweet to take away the bad taste of the last curse. ]

That's okay, you can help me build mine.

[stelecharm]

Is there some kind of law that I missed requiring hats? [ He releases her hand, but only so he can slide his arm around her back, both protectively and possessively. ] I'd take my chances, but a red nose isn't a good look on anyone.

[ He's not really paying as much attention to where they are or where they going as he should be, but he figures it out eventually. ]

I've had worse offers.

[steleheart]

I promise that when we're done later you can totally do what you want to do and not have to pander to my snow whims.

[ But it's so thick and fluffy and she really wants to play in it, build a snowman or make a snow angel and hang out with Jace as much as she can. ]

[stelecharm]

Oh really? I'm going to hold you to that, I hope you know that.

[ He's not as opposed as he's making out, though, and even the cold can't make him turn around and leave her to it. ]

[godsgrace]

[ A hand is resting on firm muscle, curled against him like it belongs there. It's gone midnight and the person beside him makes a sleepy, happy noise, presses into him for a second before --.

Before that hand gets snatched back, a startled noise sounding from her as she falls out of the bed. The Clary who went to bed had been wearing shorts and a shirt of his, this one is wearing a white lace nightdress that covers everything, her hair braided but coming loose.

Of course, the most troubling thing might be the look of fear and confusion across her face. ]

[stelecharm]

[ Still sleeping, Jace groans at the sudden loss of warmth beside him, the tug of the covers slipping down with her bringing him further from the grip of slumber, but the bang as she hits the floor is the thing that really pulls him out.

He's struggling to blink his eyes open in the dark, voice rough and lips dry, which doesn't quite carry the playful teasing the way he aims for. ] Don't tell me we need to fit some of those safeguards around the bed. [ He rolls into the cooling space she left behind, reaches to flick on the lamp so he can see if she's done herself any harm. ] Maybe it's the rude awakening talking, but I'm pretty sure you didn't go to bed in that thing. [ And then he focuses in on her face, meets her eyes, and what he sees there is all wrong. ] Everything's still where it should be, right? Because I'd rather not have to get up if it can be helped, even I need my beauty sleep.

[godsgrace]

Mister Lightwood -. [ Her voice comes out shocked, softer. Her hands settle in her lap, curl in the fabric of her lace nightdress. ] I - I don't know what I'm doing here.

[ Because she'd woken up in his bed, come to consciousness next to a very male figure and there's a little bit of panic there. ]

[stelecharm]

[ Mister Lightwood? The dress, the name - is this some kind of weird role-play thing?

But, no, this is Clary, and the dress is definitely new, not to mention the fact that even she's not that good of an actor.

He sits up, sharply at first, and then slows his movements, not wanting to scare her further. ] That makes two of us. [ He mumbles, sighs. ] But you know who you are?

[godsgrace]

Clarissa.

[ She's staring at him, eyes wide like she's never really seen a half undressed man before. Which is ridiculous because Clary's often traced his scars while they lay beside each other. ]

[stelecharm]

[ It probably doesn't help much when he shifts, lets his legs drop from beneath the covers and over the edge of the bed. ]

All right, Clarissa, let's get you up off the floor before you ruin that pretty dress of yours.

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[brobeforehos]

Let me explain why I flinched when you told me you were demon hunters. See, I've dealt with demons before, and two of them were really evil and scary and those I'd have had no issue with seeing gone. But the third one became my friend, or I became his friend, and he really tries, you know? I suppose I was in love with him, too - was, because it's been a year since I last saw him and it's hard to have long distance relationships, let alone do it while the other's not even aware you're somewhere else. But my feelings are irrelevant here - what's important is that there is one boy I care deeply about, and despite what else he may be, he's still just one boy - incredibly dumb, incredibly stubborn, you know how it goes - and if he ever comes here again, I need you not to kill him.

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[stelecharm]

[ After waking up and discovering the message on the device, Jace stares at it for a long time. Clary is asleep beside him, but he doesn't plan on waking her yet, knows how she'll no doubt feel on the matter. But him? He's conflicted; on the one hand, Mae is a friend, now, and killing this demon would no doubt mean losing her, but on the other, one less demon in the world is what he lives on, putting them down is what he was born to do. ]

This demon lover friend of yours, does he attack or kill?

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[brobeforehos]

Don't call him demon lover, Jace, that's just - don't. But no, he doesn't. He protects us. Sure, he's not the most sociable of people, but he grew up around them and he has - he cares.

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[stelecharm]

I'm sorry.

[ A rare apology, but that only enforces how much he means it; he once wouldn't have thought twice about killing him, but after Simon, after Clary, he's a little more open minded. ]

If you trust him, then I trust him. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt if he ever turns up. It's not as if Clary's best friend isn't a vampire and my adoptive brother isn't dating a warlock. [ He's not even going to touch who Isabelle's associating with. ]

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[brobeforehos]

Oh. Okay. Vampire, really? Does he sparkle?

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[stelecharm]

I want to say yes, he's definitely light on his feet, and he seems to think he's funny.