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Jace's NightmareJace opened his eyes, there had been a knock on his door. He glanced at the clock next to his bed. Four am, fantastic. As if you already weren't going crazy around Clary, let's add sleep deprivation to the equation he thought bitterly. Sighing, he pulled himself up and walked to the door, pulling his hair from his face as he grabbed the handle.
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"What do you want at..." he began to chide, expecting Alec or Isabelle, until he opened his eyes. Clary looked up at him sheepishly.
"Sorry, I, I didn't meant to wake you." He was suddenly very angry with himself. He couldn't even keep Clary as a friend. He couldn't even be nice to her. He didn't deserve her. Well great revelation, he thought to himself, cause you can't have her anyway.
"No it's ok, what do you need?" He did his best to sound light. She looked at him with the strangest expression on her face.
The Proposal"I can't believe you have never seen the the Titanic before!" Clary said with complete surprise.
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"I didn't grow up in the mundane world, Clary." Jace said as if it were the most obvious answer to the simplest question, sitting down next to her.
"Well, we can fix this problem by watching the movie." Clary said with as much persuasion as her voice would allow. "It couldn't hurt anything, I mean, it's a little sad, but other than that it's a classic!"
"A little sad?"
"Okay, it's sad. But I want to watch it, and I want you to watch it with me."
"Will you cry?" Jace asked sarcastically.
"Maybe a little." Clary said innocently.
Jace made a face that said he was not comfortable with that.
"Please?" This is when Clary looked up at Jace and saw his blonde hair, tight cheekbones, perfectly smooth skin with his nearly invisable scars. Eventually she came to his gold eyes and say them staring down at her warmly.
"Fine." he said in defeat.
Clary felt the corners of her mouth go up
First MarksA soft knock sounded on Clarys door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late.
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Come in, she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp.
Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. I saw the light under your door. I didnt wake you up?
No, Clary replied, shaking her head.
Good. Jace came into to room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing pyjama trousers, but no shirt. Clary could clearly see the lattice of scars and faint marks of runes that covered his lean, yet muscled body and felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Several permanent runes decorated his skin. After reading the Grey Book she could understand their meanings; protection, grace, balan