"Jace, you know you can talk to me- right?" I flipped the seraph blade in my hand, "I know you're hurting."Jace laughs at me, "You didn't even touch me."
"I'm not talking about that- you know I'm not talking about that." I gave him a look, "I'm talking about the Downworlders- the massacre- Jace, you didn't know- it wasn't your fault."
Jace shot me a look back, "I never said it was."
"Shut up-" I roll my eyes.
"Come on, you got another round in you or startin' to get tired?" Jace smirks at me, as I swung my sword at him, our weapons swishing and clanging repeatedly.
I breathed heavily, looking at him, "So- what does your pure angel blood do for you anyway?"
"I don't know, other than the ability to activate that sword." Jace shrugs, standing a few steps away from me, "Maybe that's all it's good for."
"I can use my runes without a stele- and create new runes- oh, and I blasted- a group of soldiers back during the massacre," I reminded him, looking unconvinced, "If I can do all that, you must be able to do something special-"
Jace nods once, starting to smirk at me again, "You mean, other than kick your ass?"
"Other way around-" I glare at him painfully, before we were both throwing ourselves at each other again, our blades hitting against each other's with high velocity because of how competitive we both were.
I threw his blade to the ground, then tossed mine along with his, "Wanna go hand-to-hand?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask." Jace bent immediately, lifting me off the ground, his hands gripping my thighs as I hung from his shoulders.
"So-" I began, throwing myself to the floor, flipping onto my back, hitting the cold ground in the courtyard, my legs tight around Jace's neck, "You tell Clary she isn't your sister yet?"
"The only other person who knows is Alec." Jace grunts, holding my legs, "You know, She's lost so much- she's got a good thing going with Simon, you know I wouldn't wanna ruin that-"
"You self involved, conceited bastard-" I joked as he flipped up and had me against the ground, "You think you're so irresistible- as if she's gonna dump him as soon as she finds out you're not related-"
Jace laughed at me, ruffling my hair while he had the power, "I am irresistible-"
"Not true-" I knocked him onto the ground and got on top, my grip on his neck to keep him down, "I've never felt anything for you-"
"You are the only girl that's resisted my charms-" Jace shrugged lightly in a playful manner, "What a shame-"
"Shut up!" I hit his arm lightly, as he knocked me off him and had me in a headlock when I let my guard down for a second, my voice coming out raspy, "Did I mention how hot Alec is? God, that man is a dream- and he's great in bed-"
"I think you should worry a little less about my love life-" Jace was laughing at my attempts to playfully taunt him, "And a little more about your fighting skills."
"I think you should think before opening your mouth-" I caught him off guard and flipped him onto his back, then turned him to his front and twisted his arm, my knee against his chest to hold him down, "Because I just won."
Jace grunted and lightly hit the cement repeatedly, tapping out, as I started laughing, getting off him.
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"Oh, Iz-" I sigh deeply, my eyes glued to her at the state she was in due to withdrawals, "Look- whatever it is- tell me what to do and I'll do it, whatever you need- I'm here."
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metanoia | alec lightwood
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