Jonathan looked down at the girl sleeping peacefully on his lap, he wondered how someone could ever be so beautiful, wondered why she seemed so different from so many other girls. He'd met Sebastian, her boyfriend, and he'd been next to the boy when she had called the boy's phone, talking with him about feelings, and Jonathan was suddenly jealous. Jealous of the boy he'd killed so mercilessly, jealous that the real Sebastian had shared memories with this girl, jealous that he probably did what Jonathan hoped to one day do with her, take her to bed with him, he wanted her in a way that seemed soft and gentle. Surprisingly, it upset him that he didn't know much about her, the real Sebastian hadn't said much about the girl except that she was his first girlfriend, that he loved her so much and couldn't wait to see her once he'd made it to Idris. Jonathan had laughed while throwing Sebastian into the river bank, and said aloud how he'd kill the girl Sebastian had not stopped blabbering on about. It surprised Jonathan, how the moment she walked through the front door with Isabelle Lightwood, he had a sense of wanting to run up to her and kiss her, hug her, fall into her embrace. He hadn't expected to feel such breath taking emotion towards this one girl, his father had always told him love was a weakness but during the short amount of time with her, Jonathan only felt stronger, happier, free. The moment he caught her, she was so light and her silver-golden eyes captured his attention immediately, nothing was going to pull him away. Even as he lifted her up and carried her to the room he was staying in at the Penhallows, taking quick but detailed glances at her every feature. As he had cleaned the blood off of her leg, he took notice of how long and toned her legs were. The idea of kissing her was something completely, and utterly soft to Jonathan. But the kiss with her made Jonathan feel light, and he had wanted to hold her there in just that moment of embrace, forever, and now looking down at her, he was fighting with himself. He couldn't help thinking of living in a nice manor just outside of the borders of Alicante with her, them having children and living together peacefully, growing old together and being happy as ever. Then he reminded himself of the reality, he's undercover, she's just another shadowhunter who happens to be unnaturally beautiful and also the girlfriend of the boy he'd killed, besides, she'd hate him if she knew who he really was, by the angel she'd hate him, and Jonathan flinched at that thought, suddenly he worried about her thoughts on him and her opinions of who he is.
"Sebastian." It was Isabelle, Valentine had made sure to inform him of all the shadowhunters, but he failed to mention Mia, which made Jonathan wonder why.
"Yes?" He looked up at the dark haired girl, she was tall and had long dark hair, she was beautiful but nothing compared to Mia, with her unique golden eyes that had a ring of silver circling the irises, and her dark blonde hair that made her look like a dark angel, not like a demon, but a dark angel. Something about her was starting to feel somewhat familiar, like he knew her from somewhere, or he'd met her before.
"I've heard a lot about you Sebastian Verlac. That girl, is madly in love with you, if you haven't noticed, she went to Paris to take a break from New York. Then came back with so many stories of your time together, she loves you Sebastian. So you better love her back." The dark haired girl spoke in a threatening tone that amused Jonathan in so many ways, but he didn't smile, instead he looked down at Mia and admired her.
"I spent so much time with her, I mean how can you not love her, she's extraordinary, she's perfect. She's an angel. My angel." He said, surprising even himself.
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The Morgenstern
FanfictionMia Herondale. Jonathan Morgenstern. I guess you could say they were similar in a way, feeling drawn to each other more than most. And through everything he's ever done, she's always there to help him forget and show him the better things. 'And it w...