I lie down next to Clary after lighting a rune stone witchlight, and move her hair out of her face. She was beautiful, but seemed to be completely oblivious to it. Unlike the self-confident and dazzling Isabelle.
Isabelle used her beauty like a weapon. Clary couldn't fathom that she was even pretty. Though, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. If Clary wanted to she could easily kill with her looks, but only if she was aware of her beauty. I wish I could convince her. Even when she had found out she was a shadowhunter she never could get a grip on being beautiful.
I am pulled out of my thoughts when Clary moves closer to me. She puts her head on my chest, and her arms slip around my waist.
At first I am surprised. Then, I wrap my arms around her. She smells like soap, dirt, and blood. A scent that really is always associated with shadowhunters. You can always smell blood and dirt when you are close enough to them. Especially after a battle, even if they had had a shower.
There's a knock at the door, and Alec comes in. He sees Clary, and then says to me, "I'll make this fast, we have a small load of seraph blades coming in tomorrow. I will need your help, and if Clary can help. Hers too... I'll get going now."
Alec slips back out the door, and I douse the witchlight. I put my arms back around Clary, and fall asleep...
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Letters from the Shadow World (Mortal Instruments)
FanfictionClary and Jace meet when Clary sees him in the famed Pandemonium Nightclub. Clary and Jace start dating, but she doesn't know he's a shadowhunter, or that she's one too. What will happen when she finds out, and it's ripped from her grasp by the most...
