( To be on his own; an endeavor never pursued, or thought of before Cadelle. Valentine, under powerful glamour, kept a tight leash on his childhood...and from there, straight to the Lighwoods, in the constantly observed institute. Freedom held a powerful sway; calling to something inside, a potent mix as it rocked against his lingering sense of anxiety. Knowing she's there helps. Clary. The length of time she's taken root in his life probably felt insubstantial to others; they couldn't have understood how she managed to become irreplaceable in a matter of weeks.
Finding her at the maintenance office is coincidence; as much as anything can be chalked up to that. Sitting on tile, strands of brightly colored hair framing a face that's burned into his memory, eyebrows knitted, as if calling up the vestiges of patience, raising the question of how long this wait has been. At the smile, his chest immediately tightens, a reaction that's kept from reaching Jace's expression )
Wrong key. ( Confirming the suspicion; thought a smirk immediately appears, corners of his mouth tugging upwards ) Not that it mattered, one opening rune later and... ( The benefit of no longer requiring a stele for activation; this after half an hour of frustration. Accessing the power given to him through angel blood came in times of duress; mostly centered around Clary. )
Just dropping by to deliver this. ( Said key held deftly between two fingers; no attendee seemed to be in sight, explaining just why she had taken up temporary residence there. ) You think about people in the buff a lot? ( Stepping forward, a hand is held out in offer to her, the smirk seeming to have no intention on disappearing any time soon ) Can't speak for anyone else, but I wouldn't have complained about you walking in.
( The pause only lasts a few seconds at best; quickly followed up, as if saying such a thing had been no big deal at all ) Come on, we don't know how long they'll be, and I've got plenty of room.
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Finding her at the maintenance office is coincidence; as much as anything can be chalked up to that. Sitting on tile, strands of brightly colored hair framing a face that's burned into his memory, eyebrows knitted, as if calling up the vestiges of patience, raising the question of how long this wait has been. At the smile, his chest immediately tightens, a reaction that's kept from reaching Jace's expression )
Wrong key. ( Confirming the suspicion; thought a smirk immediately appears, corners of his mouth tugging upwards ) Not that it mattered, one opening rune later and... ( The benefit of no longer requiring a stele for activation; this after half an hour of frustration. Accessing the power given to him through angel blood came in times of duress; mostly centered around Clary. )
Just dropping by to deliver this. ( Said key held deftly between two fingers; no attendee seemed to be in sight, explaining just why she had taken up temporary residence there. ) You think about people in the buff a lot? ( Stepping forward, a hand is held out in offer to her, the smirk seeming to have no intention on disappearing any time soon ) Can't speak for anyone else, but I wouldn't have complained about you walking in.
( The pause only lasts a few seconds at best; quickly followed up, as if saying such a thing had been no big deal at all ) Come on, we don't know how long they'll be, and I've got plenty of room.