{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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I just want to get along I just want to get along, like a house on fire I don't want to be alone I don't want to be alone Please just help me find you
~ Black Taxi
(Unedited)
{Simon}
I try not to watch her as she flutters around the kitchen, her long black hair swinging behind her like the river Styx. She was cooking something, following a recipe but somehow it still smelled like something died in here. But she smelled like vanilla, she always did somehow and i get a wave of it every so often when she passes me, looking for another cooking implement. Isabelle Lightwood glided places, rather than walked. Like she was carried everywhere by a soft breeze.
When she looks over her bare shoulder at me and smiles I almost forget what a mess she's making. She has flour and batter all over her black tube top that rides up just far enough from her ripped jeans that i can see her belly button and most of her mid-riff, a thick black belt with a huge silver buckle in the shape of a snake keeping her jeans in place. She looked ridiculously good all the time that sometimes i felt like i shouldn't be looking at any part of her at all. Alec would rip my eyes out if he had the first idea how dangerously aware i had become that i was immensely attracted to her, with assistance from Jace most likely.
But it wasn't just that, she laughed in a way that had my whole body responding to her happiness. Every time i was the cause of that laugh i could barely contain my own. She was unapologetically vibrant, like nothing and no one would put that spark out of her despite me knowing that her fight with Clary was one of the worst things that had ever happened to her, whatever it was about.
I'd stopped asking, neither of them would tell me anything which was a first as usually we shared everything together but i try not to take it personally. I hadn't exactly been the most approachable person over the last few months.
It's almost like i had refused to acknowledge my feelings for her before because i knew she would never feel the same. I wasn't as inexperienced with women as i had been when i was a teenager but Isabelle... Isabelle and i were in completely different leagues, we were nearly on different planets entirely.
I was one of many admirers of Isabelle Lightwood, if you lined us all up there'd be a queue around the block but i actually knew her, really knew her which i suppose was something those other people couldn't say. Half of them likely weren't interested in a thing she had to say, and she had to say a lot. All of it worth listening to.
"Smells good." I tell her, giving her a thumbs up because apparently i had no idea how to act around her anymore. How would i even begin to explain the way i felt about her? It took me a while to realise it but now that i was here i almost wished i wasn't. I felt like maybe I'd been protecting myself from it before.
