( what is, by definition, the truth? the absence of a lie? the telling of a fact? if a fact becomes a lie, then where did that leave everything? philosophical ramifications aren't a subject worth tackling; cadelle, thus far, provided the ability to untangle himself from an expertly woven netting of deceit. mind games deployed by valentine; some far reaching, ready to burst years after their initial set up. justification sufficient to explain why weather that compels people towards sharing and honesty may leave him terrified. not for the secrets jace's aware of. the ones lingering at the recess of his mind, dormant, potentially brought to the surface by the rain, are the most unsettling.

staying inside doesn't come as a viable option; it isn't in his nature. too many memories of being locked inside that cabin, unable to leave, subjected to things best left forgotten. the downpour has shifted, now a fine drizzle, yet somehow carrying a heavier weight than the floods. the 'could haves' were on loop; could have stayed with clary, watching the terrible movies she liked...or gone to alec and izzy, let the familial and parabatai bonds provide an unbreakable shelter. too risky. not with a mental warhead itching for the chance to drop.

maybe you'll find him at deja brew. he's easy to spot; parked at one of the window seats, damp strands of blonde hair plastered to his face, a leather jacket spread out across the table, and an untouched cup of tea sat in front. the place is a far cry from the hunter's moon, somewhere he didn't anticipate he would miss this much, but he doesn't look unapproachable, just a little gloomy.

later on, he's wandered to a place that those who know him may adamantly proclaim jace would never go. the public library holds an allure of its own in the solitude and quiet; odds of an unwanted confession passing his lips greatly reduced. a large oak table serves as a temporary home; books stacked to his left side, head resting against one hand as he gazes down at the count of monte cristo, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. )