Bloodshed || Shadowhunters

Glitters and Spells

"Do you think red's my color?" Isabelle asked, looking at both red heads, but the older Fray wasn't paying attention, or maybe she was just ignoring the female Lightwood, but Clary took it upon herself to answer the unneeded question.

"Iz, with a body like yours, everything's your color."

"You're right, damn I make this necklace look good," Isabelle said, touching the ruby-jeweled necklace against her chest slightly.

"Will you take it off? I'm sure Magnus Bane doesn't want drool on his ruby when we make the exchange, " Isabelle snorted at that, a smirk forming on her lips.

" You know, I wouldn't be so sure. Men like it when I admire their jewels, " she giggled, annoying not only her brother but Nyx herself as well.

" Can you just give it to Jace?"

"You're such a buzzkill, " Isabelle pouted, taking the necklace off and giving it to the Wayland boy.

The five then entered to the rave, the music beating so loud that they all could feel the vibrations the frequencies were giving off because of how high the amplitude of the pitch was.

"Blend in, keep your weapons ready," Jace told the group as they split up, Alec and Isabelle going in a direction, Jace and Clary the other and Nyx another. 

Nyx kept her hands inside her leather jacket pockets, fisting her dagger handle while she surveyed the scene before her: people dancing, drinking, dancing and drinking...very carefree-something Nyx was before the whole Elite team thing, before finding out that she's a shadowhunter, before she found out the Valentine was her real father.

Nyx almost wished that things would go back to the simple routine of wake up, eat, go to work, come back, sleep. But there is no time for for foolish imaginative realities so she just had to suck it up and got on with her life, like she always does. She looked around her to find Jace and Clary approaching a man, Asian, tall with dark, spiked hair.

"Clary Fairchild, you've grown unto a beautiful young woman, " the man spoke, an easy smirk on his lips.

"Magnus Bane, " Clary spits out bitterly, " so you're the one who my memories." Nyx refrained from rolling her eyes at Clary. Clearly, she didn't understand the meaning of warlock, because she might have very well be a dead half-shadowhunter if it weren't for the accords and the fact the Magnus Bane seemed to have a decent heart.

"At your mother's request, she knew the risk, " he corrects her before turning towards Jace with a look of distaste on his face as he held his hand out. "Show me the jewelry, shadowhunter."

Jace held out the necklace and let the chain drop, but he pulled it back from Magnus's reach. "Give her her memories and you get the jewelry." 

Wow, I guess everyone forgot about me tonight, Nyx thought bitterly in her mind.

"I have to confirm its authenticity," Magnus points out smugly, his hand holding out for the jeweled necklace once again. Once he had the necklace in his hold, he seemed to smiled at the engraved word, Amor, on the back of the old necklace. Nyx decided to drop in as he saying the engagement in Latin, wanting to make her presence once again noticed.

"True love cannot die," Nyx translated, hiding a smirk when she saw Clary gasp out in surprise and Jace's hand go to his sword immediately, knuckles tightening as they both tried to get their heartbeat back to normal.

"You know Latin?" Magnus asked with a sly smirk planted on his lips.

"I dabble," Nyx shrugged.

"You must be Nyx Fairchild, oh how you have grown," he said, subtly looking me up and down.