After COHF

Chapter 29

~~~hehe... I'm back... and although tomorrow is technically finals day 2 (and the last day of school) I don't have finals tomorrow so I'm just going to eat in all of my classes... hehe~~~

The meeting, in no way, had been a success. The only upside to the meeting was that it was a break from the unusual drama at home, where Jace knew his family would be waiting.

As he stalked down the path through the long lawns and sloping building of Alicante Jace did begin to consider the actual probability of a school being set up in Idris. As tempting as it was, he knew that hardly any parents- including himself- would want to send their children off to a school right after a war. Even if "right after" meant years.

Upon entering the manor through the large heron-increasted doors there was no sign of anything alive inside of the house.

Knowing that someone will be hanging around wanting to hear the news he sauntered upstairs to get rid of some energy in his favorite room of the house (besides his and Clary's bedroom).

The practice room here was smaller than the practice room at the institute in New York, but considering the Institute was made to house many shadow hunters at one time, and the Manor was built for a family, the proportions made it large. Clearly Jace' ancestors had embraced being shadowhunters. For a fleeting moment he thought of the practice room at the Wayland Manor, comparing it to this one.

He had been so young, too young. He thought of starting Charlotte when she was that little but cringed- no one could put a child through that. He would wait until she was around the age of eleven or twelve- the age the Ligtwood's had begun training without runes- and start her on basic training.

The Wayland manor had once been so large to him, even in his memories. The thought of the manor now though, as he had seen it fall into rubble, caught hold of him. It had hardly occurred to him that he had grown up not too far away.

As a child he dreamed of coming back to live in Idris after he moved into the instatute.

For a fleeting moment he pictured himself as a Wayland, but not long after he realized he had never even been a Wayland. He had just thought that he was.

What did a name mean after all?

He crossed the room toward a rack of swords made with matching bronze, slinging one across his back he was ready to examine some daggers set on a stand near a large balcony window when he finally heard the voice he had been waiting for.

"Jace?" He had to admit it- as much as he loved her he had been so stressed and wanted so badly just to be alone.

When he heard her voice it was like a cloud had lifted- that had never been what he wanted. He wanted to spend time alone but with her. She was just as much a part of him as she had always been.

"Clary," He forced himself not to run to her and throw her into his arms as he turned. He walked slowly toward her- dropping daggers, swords and all the stress of the day with him.

He tried to remain calm as he pressed his lips to hers, but he was too urgent. He needed her. She returned the kiss, obviously ready for him like he was her- and the only stopped to go up to their bedroom and lay down together.