That's always been his talent...finding someone's weak spot and exploiting it. ( Shared truth between them; victims of a fanatical egotist, pawns, no matter what lies were whispered into their ears. Expression tensing, his gaze doesn't break, taking in the details of Clary as she speaks, words mirroring the feelings he's harbored. More than what's deserved. People that had known him for over a decade didn't hesitate in showing their disdain or shunning him out over the falsehood of what was said to be in Jace's blood. Not her. Other obstacles created an unavoidable wedge, but she never looked at him with repulsion.
Clary's strength; a type different from his, purer, untainted by what she's endured. The ability to love without fear. This conversation, the lingering moment between them, serves as a point of honesty rarely achieved by Jace before. Yet certain things won't come out. Dark tendrils, born of trauma and betrayal, wrapping around his beating heart to keep words unsaid )
It doesn't matter. Valentine isn't here to manipulate us, or cause any further damage. ( Jace could feel his tongue becoming heavy; stopping a further declaration. Parts of it are written on his face. Another slip in the remnants of his willpower; actions, an easier expression of sincerity
Leaning in, the point of turning back already crossed, he claims what's been threatening to burst within him for weeks as their lips meet. Any residual guilt no longer stood a chance; washed away by the softness of her mouth, thoughts of the painful heartache she's been put through so recently taking a backseat. There's a gentle tug at Clary's hair, hand moving into position to cradle her head, deepening the kiss )
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Clary's strength; a type different from his, purer, untainted by what she's endured. The ability to love without fear. This conversation, the lingering moment between them, serves as a point of honesty rarely achieved by Jace before. Yet certain things won't come out. Dark tendrils, born of trauma and betrayal, wrapping around his beating heart to keep words unsaid )
It doesn't matter. Valentine isn't here to manipulate us, or cause any further damage. ( Jace could feel his tongue becoming heavy; stopping a further declaration. Parts of it are written on his face. Another slip in the remnants of his willpower; actions, an easier expression of sincerity
Leaning in, the point of turning back already crossed, he claims what's been threatening to burst within him for weeks as their lips meet. Any residual guilt no longer stood a chance; washed away by the softness of her mouth, thoughts of the painful heartache she's been put through so recently taking a backseat. There's a gentle tug at Clary's hair, hand moving into position to cradle her head, deepening the kiss )