A/N: they did NOT fuck btw, lmfao. there wasn't any sex, they just went to bed cuddling <3
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Jace watched the restful face of his parabatai as she slept. Daphne's face was always so expressive, except for when she experienced what he liked to refer to as an "angry calm", where her her face shut down and her features closed off entirely, devoid of any emotion.
It was quite a terrifying sight, but rare to see. Most often, her face was full of life and expression. But now, asleep, her features were entirely relaxed. Her grey eyes were closed, and he could count each of her delicate lashes against her face. She was beautiful, he thought. She'd always been beautiful. Daphne's prettiness wasn't something Jace thought he'd ever get used to; even after years of waking up next to her at night and staring into her face. He could probably stare at her forever.
He wondered if this is what Narcissus felt, when he was enchanted to stare at his reflection in a pond forever—except Daphne's beauty was a thousand times more spellbinding than any other reflection.
The knocking at the door grew again. It'd come by earlier, but he'd ignored it, in favor of cuddling with Daphne. He steadfastly ignored it once more.
He wasn't surprised his parabatai hadn't woken up; whenever the two slept around one another, it was like she fell entirely unconscious. An otherwise usually light sleeper, Daphne wasn't easily roused up when she was cocooned around his arms. When he removed them, however, she tended to shift towards consciousness a little. That's why he hesitated to get up from the bed; but when the banging increased, he groaned and finally moved to get up.
The girl moaned lightly in protest when he removed his arms around her. Without his warm presence behind her back, she shifted lightly awake. "Who is it?" she complained in a drowsy voice.
"I don't know," Jace muttered crossly. "But they better have a damn good reason for waking us up." Not that he hadn't already been awake for nearly an hour at that point, but he'd enjoyed the quiet peace of the morning, and the time he'd spent looking at his beautiful parabatai. He really wasn't happy to have that time interrupted.
The boy flung open the door with an irritated expression. "What is it—?" He demanded, before Clary practically threw herself in the room.
"JACE!" The girl shouted. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I went to your room's, and Daphne's but she wasn't there, then back to yours, and you took forever to answer—"
"Why are you here?" The boy cut her off irritably. "I was enjoying my morning before you came along."
"I—oh." Clary said awkwardly, finally taking in Jace's half-naked figure, then Daphne's sleepy figure in the bed. The Penhallow girl gave her a tired smile, waving lazily.
"Mornin' Clary," she yawned.
"Um," the Fairchild turned bright pink. "Hi...?"
Jace glared at her through weary lashes. "Hello," he returned flatly. "We were kinda in the middle of something here." Cuddling, was what he meant. Cuddling, and relaxing, and enjoying the peace of their morning.
"You're welcome to join us in bed if you'd like, Clary." Daphne offered flirtatiously.
The girl turned bright red. "Uh—"
"No," Jace said, staring at Daphne with an irritated expression. "No, you're not."
"Umm—" Clary's face closely resembled that of a tomato. She glanced over at Jace desperately, highly uncomfortable and deeply embarrassed.
"Get out" Jace groaned, putting his face in his hands.
"Yep." Clary squeaked thankfully. She quickly retreated and the door closed loudly behind her.
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The Mortal Instruments (Book 1-3)
Fanfiction|| UNDER EDITING - May 2025 With a face as beautiful as an angel, and a mind as cunning as a demon, Daphne Penhallow is widely regarded as one of the greatest Shadowhunters of her generation. With wicked speed and strength surpassing that of even th...
