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ladyhindsight · 23 days

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The title refers to the point in this chapter where Jace takes Clary to witness the Wild Hunt riding across the night sky. Which, I would’ve liked to believe, was more foresight in terms of the rest of the story whenever new concepts appear, but then I remembered the Wild Hunt will be relevant right in the next book. So not a lot of foresight after all. Disappointment more like since this is the first time it is mentioned in the whole of TSC.

This chapter opens up with Jordan and Maia in the Praetor House. They are feeling awkward together so Jordan goes to take a shower and Maia is left pondering on things.

→ What still is beyond my understanding is why Maia (and Jordan) are so invested in Jace. They have no comprehensible connection nor a relationship, and the last time Maia and Jace had any meaningful interaction, it was in City of Ashes when Jace antagonized the whole pack of werewolved because of his self-imposed angst fest.

→ “She sprung up.” Because adverbs < actual verbs

→ The shadows were closing in. Because filtering < not separating reader from the action

Maia then joins Jordan in the shower and they do the yucky-yuck. We cut to the Team Good where Jocelyn finally learns that Clary has left to join Jace and Sebastian. Jocelyn blames Simon for letting Clary leave so easily. Then Magnus tells Jocelyn that no one can stop Clary for doing what she thinks is right and that Clary is a great deal like her mother. Which supposedly serves as a burn.

I don’t know what it is, why Jocelyn must be called “Clary’s mother” every given opportunity (or Clary Jocelyn’s daughter for that matter) when we know who she is, and, for example, Maryse is mostly always called Maryse. I am sick of it.

→ of course Magnus must have known Jocelyn/her when she was young, (also thank you, Simon, for explaining the obvious.)

→ I also feel that recap to be incredibly unnecessary, so just: when she betrayed Valentine and the Circle. Because who are you trying to win sympathy points for here?

Isabelle then stands up for Simon and berates Jocelyn.

It’s worthy to note that Clary’s own decisions and consequences on those decisions are blamed on everyone else available than her. Clary is reckless because of Jocelyn trying to protect her, not that Clary has a brain or mind of her own, yet the blame never lands on her. I would regard this more leniently if Isabelle threw some selfishness into the mix, like “if her actions meant that she would get her brother back then so be it”, but as of now, it has nothing to do with anything else than other characters sticking up for Clary for the sake of sticking up for Clary because no blame, no matter what, will fall on her.

Also, when had Clary ever said that, and also once again, with their trackrecord, they don't know each other or have known each other long enough for Clary to make such statements. Are you sure you aren't trying to just tell me stuff again?

Jocelyn is upset and gets more upset, and of course her upset with Simon especially could be read as that she can’t berate Clary for making such dangerous moves at the moment. But none of that will ever come anyway, so I dislike this whole conversation no matter what.

Even if Jocelyn is trying to scare them with consequences of their secrecy (or rather, Simon’s) and punishment by the Clave, it’s still so counterproductive. The Clave has given up on Jace. Jace, currently, is to be killed on sight alongside Sebastian. What on earth does Jocelyn think the Clave is going to do to Clary who joined these people on her own volition once it learns her part in this?

Jocelyn throws a tantrum while leaving, and Magnus suggests they get to the summoning of Azazel, the Prince of Hell who makes weapons, to inquire about one that could separate Jace from Sebastian.

We then cut to Clary and Jace on their date and it’s all incredibly boring.

Nu-uh. The em-dash serves no purpose when the only following clause includes just one thing.

→ Jace and Clary spent the day wandering through mazelike tiny streets that ran along…

Ha ha. Straight men joking about being gay. Funny. Also tasteless and gross as to getting someone drunk for sex.

Nu-uh. There's a lot of these throughout the book but gotta point them out every once in a while.

Cut back to Jordan and Maia who have had their steamy moment in the shower and are now lying in Jordan’s bed. They are talking when someone knocks on the door and calls for Jordan to go see Praetor Scott.

Their whole interaction in this chapter has been canoodling each other, and the urgency to help Luke has disappeared entirely. No, they don’t have all the time in the world when they specifically came to the Praetor House to help Luke from dying which he is rather actively doing at the moment. Though Maia probably means they have all the time they need in general, not just in this moment, it is still put up against the urgency in the story, which does not work.

Team Good is preparing to summon Azazel. Simon laments how animals don’t like him anymore now that he is a vampire but Chairman Meow is unbothered.

This doesn’t really fit in here. It cuts the flow between two sentences that should be consecutive.

→ Simon was taking a moment to rest and drink some coffee; it stayed down well, and the caffeine took the edge off the beginning prickles of hunger. Magnus, as it turns out, hadn’t been joking about the candles. All afternoon, they had been helping Magnus set the scene for raising Azazel.

It’s still clunky, but at least the effects of caffeine that are so far removed from the rest of the idea in this paragraph don’t interrupt each other.

Magnus then calls for them—Simon, Alec, and Isabelle—to gather around. We then cut to Maia and Jordan, and I’m so disappointed every time that happens. Praetor Scott presents them with the cure for Luke’s problem. Then Raphael makes an appearance to complain about Maureen having gone rogue and how the Praetor Lupus hasn’t made any headway as to her because they’ve (or Nick who is assigned to her case) been unable to find her.

These are teenage characters, I'll give you that, but this is also incredibly juvenile way to discuss sex or people having it. The idea that someone has to take notice, an adult no less, is weird and frankly also gross. Why does Scott need to care what the hell two horny teenagers are up to or even comment on it or even take notice?

It's closely related to Clare's need to have her intercharacter relationships and intimacy validated by an audience. Someone has to see or know, and it is so tiring that nothing can happen without constantly bringing it into focus or it being treated as a newsletter.

How has Sebastian and the disappearance of Jace incapacitated the whole of the Clave—all of the Nephilim—that they are unable to even continue with their daily duties? Clave sucks and that is the message Clare does put forward a lot, but how come the whole entire earth is so unable to take action, to aid New York, since their Conclave is so busy dealing with this disappearance that they aren’t even doing anything substantial about?

The Clave has no structure other than the Inquisitor, the Consul, and then the heads of the Institutes that lead their own Conclaves. It’s inadequate and unorganized and this will not change no matter how much Clare complains about the Clave she herself created. No one calls for more structure, does not create more positions to take on the load. There is essentially no progress because I don't think Clare sees this as one of the many flaws of the Clave. I think Clare believes this to be solid organization structure.

Why didn’t Raphael handle this himself in the first place? Even if he wanted to utilize “legal” or professional avenues first, he’s still going to handle it himself if these fail, so why not cut to the chase? Because we wouldn’t know about Maureen otherwise, though this knowledge comes at the expense of Raphael being a pretty ineffective leader of his clan.

Then the rest of the chapter is about Clary and Jace and their date and their canoodling because that’s pretty much all they do in their one-on-one scenes. Here Jace takes Clary to a boat to see the Wild Hunt, and then they have to escape because the boat owner comes, and yep. A lot happens in this chapter but at the same time it’s filled up with a lot of unnecessary and stupid prose.

#Maia Roberts #Jordan Kyle #Simon Lewis #Jocelyn Fairchild #Jace Herondale #Clary Fray #CoLS Chapter 10 #City of Lost Souls

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TSC Smash or Pass Tournament: Round 1

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#do you like this character #jordan kyle #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #chai hansen

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this one just killed me

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Shadowhunters 3x20: City of Glass

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I'm glad to hear that you liked this idea, and very excited to read it!

What We Accept and What We Deserve (Read on AO3) (the prompt this is written for was too long to include fully at the start, but I hope I hit on everything you wanted, anon!) ------------

Alec wakes up on the ground of the park, the grass wet with fresh dew around him and the hint of sunlight starting to rise over the horizon. His head throbs and he takes a few moments to remember how he got here: he remembers the overnight patrol, tracking the demon here with Jace, and then… fuck. Then the ambush, and the realization that the demon brought them here intentionally, but only once it was too late. Jace was injured and taken the moment he was too wounded to fight back, with Alec rendered unconscious when he tried to follow.

Then nothing but black until now. It was dark then, probably just after midnight. How many hours was Jace gone for by now? Five? Six? He needs to find him as quickly as possible, but he knows showing up alone isn’t going to do Jace any good.

Alec needs help.

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“Absolutely,” Simon says, at the exact same moment Jordan says, “Absolutely not.”

Alec stands in the doorway of their apartment, pleading for them to help. Clary and Isabelle are on assignment in Idris and there’s no one else he trusts with something this critical. Simon cares about Jace, whether he’ll admit it or not, and that’s what Alec needs right now.

Unfortunately, Simon and Jordan come as a package deal these days.

“Simon, it isn’t your job to go rescue Shadowhunters. Leave it to the Nephilim,” Jordan pleads.

“Jace saved my life,” Simon points out. “More than once. I owe him.”

“It’s my job to protect you-” Jordan starts, but Simon cuts him off.

“Then I guess you better come with.” The definitive tone of Simon’s words leaves no room for argument, something Alec is infinitely grateful for the moment he sees the resignation on Jordan’s face. Alec knows better than to think he could’ve persuaded Jordan to help him on his own, but Simon’s right - the only way for Jordan to do his job now is to come with, for better or worse.

Alec decides it’s better to let these two fight this one out than try and intervene - he already has Simon, which is a good start, but he can’t deny that having Jordan along would be a huge help.

Jordan isn’t about to give in that easily, however.

“We’ll see what Raphael has to say about this,” Jordan says suddenly. Alec tries not to show his concern - Raphael is the leader of Simon’s clan, and not exactly Jace’s biggest fan. Alec watches Jordan call Raphael, the snippets of Jordan’s end of the conversation proving relatively unhelpful to judge exactly how the talk is going.

Jordan looks pleased when he hangs up, which Alec doesn’t take as a good sign for his mission. “Raphael says he’ll be right over,” Jordan announces, sounding smug and already victorious. Alec watches Simon visibly deflate, obviously anticipating Raphael siding against him.

When Raphael arrives, however, it becomes clear Jordan’s victory was premature.

“So when are we going?” Raphael asks almost immediately, arms folded over his chest.

Alec could laugh with relief if he wasn’t so worried about Jace and hyper-aware of the seconds ticking by every extra moment they stand around talking about going rather than actually going.

Jordan gapes. “What do you mean ‘when are we going’? We’re not. There’s no way you’re about to let your fledgling put himself in this sort of danger unnecessarily!”

Raphael scoffs. “You’ve been watching over Simon long enough to know that telling him ‘no’ isn’t going to stop him, it’s only going to make him reckless when he goes behind your back.”

“Hey, I-” Simon starts but stops himself. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. So we’re all going, then?”

Alec looks around the room, making direct eye contact with Raphael and Jordan in turn, eyes pleading.

Jordan grabs his jacket and walks to the door, annoyed but without another word of protest.

Alec and the others follow.

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It’s a small miracle that all five of them make it out alive, though they’re far from unscathed.

Alec uses his parabatai rune to track Jace’s location out of desperation, knowing full well it will leave him weakened for the actual fight that breaks out during Jace’s rescue. Without time to sit down and make a proper plan of attack the ragtag group has to rely on the natural abilities and instincts of each individual to work with as much cohesion as possible in the heat of the moment.

Alec knows the risk he’s taking with this group. Raphael and Jordan would much rather leave to save their own lives than they would stay and fight to save Jace’s. It’s Simon who’s Alec’s saving grace, selflessly throwing himself into the fray to get to Jace and make sure Alec is alright, bringing Raphael and Jordan in tow.

Alec fights with everything he has to get to Jace, overexerting himself to the point of near-collapse and leaving the Downworldersl to drag Alec to safety alongside Jace after finally overwhelming Jace's captors. With the help of an iratze or two, Alec manages to get himself standing again once they’re outside. The same can’t be said for Jace who remains unconscious for several hours after they get him back to the Institute.

When Jace finally wakes up Alec expects his parabatai to be thankful for the rescue. He’s completely thrown off when Jace gets upset with him almost immediately.

“You never should’ve put yourself in that position, Alec!” “So I should’ve just let you die?”

“They weren’t going to kill me-” “I didn’t know that!” Alec defends.

“I would’ve figured a way out,” Jace insists, stubborn as ever. “It was my fault I got taken, you should’ve let me get myself out of it rather than risk your own life.”

“I’ll always risk my life for you, Jace. You’d do the same for me,” Alec points out. “We’re Parabatai.”

“So what’s your excuse for forcing Simon, Raphael, and Jordan into danger, then?” Jace snaps. “This wasn’t their fight.”

Alec hesitates. Jace isn’t technically wrong, but…

“They volunteered to help when I asked.” Not a lie, though ‘volunteered’ might be a bit strong.

“Bullshit,” Jace shakes his head. “You knew Simon felt like he owed me. You used that. If something happened to him-” Jace’s voice breaks for a moment, but neither of them acknowledges it. “To any of them! They aren’t Shadowhunters, and if one of them died on an unsanctioned mission you could’ve ignited an entire goddamn war!”

He isn’t wrong. Alec knows this, but he still doesn’t get why Jace is so angry about it. No one died, they rescued Jace, and outside of a slap on the wrist Alec isn’t going to get into any serious trouble for any of it, so what’s the big deal?

“I need some air,” Jace says finally, his tone leaving no room for debate as he storms out of the Infirmary, leaving Alec standing there at a loss of what to do besides watch his parabatai walk away.

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Jace doesn’t know where he’s going, just that he needs to go. He needs to get out, away from the Institute, away from Alec.

Jace blames himself for everything that just happened. He blames himself for missing the obvious lure, for allowing himself to get kidnapped, for not figuring out a way to escape before others put themselves into harm’s way to find him. He blames himself for Alec, Simon, Raphael, and Jordan being injured, and he blames himself for them being in a position to possibly die, just to save him. He doesn’t deserve it, no matter what Alec believes.

They should’ve left him to rot. Alec at least should’ve left him until he could round up a proper mission, one backed by the Shadowhunters. The amount of shit they all would’ve been in if something had gone wrong… if anything happened to one of the Downworlders with Alec in charge… Jace doesn’t even want to think about it.

He’s less annoyed that Alec cares as much as he does and more annoyed that he put himself in a position to need rescuing. Of course, he hadn’t said any of that to Alec and blew up on him over everything else instead. Maybe one day Jace will get better about actually talking about his feelings instead of hiding them under other problems, but not today.

Today Jace gets a drink, and then another, and then another, as he effectively stalls going back to the Institute. If he’s going to feel useless he might as well actually be useless.

When Simon and Jordan show up, faces sporting nearly-healed cuts and bruises that Jace knows looked ten times worse only hours before.

Injuries sustained coming to his rescue.

“Hey, Jace! I didn’t expect you to be out too soon! You looked…” Simon trails off, noting a lot of the unhealed wounds still gracing Jace’s own skin. He hadn’t given anything the proper time to heal in the Infirmary and hadn’t even allowed Alec to iratze him before he stormed off after their fight.

“You still look like shit, man,” Jordan says.

“Shut up,” Jace mutters.

“Wow, is that any way to treat the people who risked their lives for you-” Jordan starts to rebuke, but gets cut short.

“I didn’t want your help. You should’ve stayed out of it.” Jace takes another sip of his drink and debates ordering something stronger than beer.

That earns an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Simon breaks it.

“Jace, how many times have you come to my rescue? It’s the least I could do to return the favor.”

“I’m not you. I don’t need rescuing. I was fine.”

They all know this is a lie. Jace doesn’t know why he’s being so stubborn about this, but he is, and he decides to double down on it rather than apologizing because he’s not just in a mood, but he’s now inebriated and in a mood.

“Sorry for wanting to help,” Simon says, trying to sound snappy but mostly only sounding sad. “I’ll try not to care about your well-being in the future, I guess.”

“That’s what I told you to do from the start,” Jordan mutters, giving Jace a side-eyed glare before placing a reassuring hand on Simon’s shoulder and leading him off.

Jace can’t do this anymore. Everywhere he turns is a reminder of his recent failures. He came here to avoid Alec but now he has to leave to avoid Simon and Jordan, feeling their glances - Simon’s concerned and Jordan’s annoyed - on him from across the room.

Placing more than enough money to cover his drinks on the bar, Jace pushes his stool away from the bar with a careless scrape against the floor, making his way to the front door. The fresh air doesn’t have enough time to work on clearing some of the fog from Jace’s thoughts before he’s grabbed and dragged into a dark side street.

He fights back and given his current state, it’s a pretty damn good effort. He nearly gets his stele to his iratze to clear away the effects of the alcohol but it gets knocked out of his hands before he can manage it, and without the ability to focus (and stop seeing some of his assailants in phasing-in-and-out doubles) it’s all downhill from the start.

Eventually, Jace’s assailants get the upper hand and his weapon is hit away from him as well, leaving him literally clawing in a final attempt to get the upper hand… or at least just get away.

“SIMON!” Jace calls, in his most desperate final attempt to escape this situation, just as one last blow renders him unconscious for the second time in as many days.

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“I just don’t get it,” Simon sighs, sitting at a table across from Jordan. He has a glass full of deep red liquid that’s far too thick to be anything but the obvious, and Jordan has an IPA or something. Simon hadn’t really paid too much attention to their order, too distracted looking back at Jace. “He’s saved my neck dozens of times. It isn’t that big of a deal to return the favor.”

“Maybe not for you,” Jordan says. “But it is for Jace. People like Jace can’t admit they’re anything less than perfect. It kills him to know he needed help.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Simon points out.

“Of course it is. But that’s Jace.”

Simon can only sigh at that because Jordan isn’t wrong. Jace is, and always has been, incapable of accepting or admitting he needs help. To be fair, mostly Jace doesn’t need help. There’s a reason his ego is so big, and it’s because he’s earned a lot of the hype around his abilities as far as Simon’s seen.

“Well, he didn’t have to be a dick about it,” Simon huffs.

Jordan laughs. “That’s also Jace.”

Simon’s about to reply again when he swears he hears his name. It’s nearly inaudible over the chatter of the bar, but his ears pick up on it just the same.

“In fact-” Jordan continues, but Simon hushes him and tries his best to focus his hearing outside the bar. He picks up on a scuffle, on voices… and it isn’t lost on him that Jace isn’t at the bar any longer, either.

“Shit,” Simon curses, leaving his drink behind to make a bee-line for the back door that isn’t technically for public use, but he thinks Maia will forgive him this one time. He doesn’t wait to see if Jordan follows and feels a small reassurance at the sound of footsteps trailing close behind even without prompting.

Outside Simon sees blood on the ground, the pretty obvious signs of a fight. Then his eyes land on a broken stele - Jace’s broken stele.

“Shit,” Simon repeats. “We need to tell-”

The rest of that sentence isn’t needed. Jordan’s already on his cell phone, and it only takes Simon a few moments to piece together that he called Alec before the Praetor.

“What are the chances Raphael will be willing to help you twice?” Jordan asks.

Simon gives him credit for assuming that there’s no room for debate this time around on whether or not Simon’s going to be going after Jace with Alec again.

“Let’s find out.”

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No one is coming for him this time. Jace believes this with every fiber of his being - he screamed at Alec, stormed out of the Institute, and even snapped at Simon and Jordan. Chances are they’ll just assume he’s hiding out somewhere he can’t be found to avoid being bothered. And if they don’t, then he can’t imagine they’d be keen to help him a second time around after the way he reacted the first time. He’s burned every bridge he might need right now, and he has no one to blame for being left here to die other than himself.

Well, he and his kidnappers.

“I can’t believe you’re trying this again,” Jace says, putting on a brave face.

“We learn from our mistakes, which is more than we can say about you,” one of his captors says.

Jace pulls at the ropes tied around his arms and legs but it’s useless. They’ve been keeping him sedated, too weak to active his runes or use any of his natural strength to attempt a proper escape.

“My friends will find you again,” Jace threatens with much more confidence than he feels.

“Will they? We’re blocking your angelic powers - that includes your pesky Parabatai’s attempts to track you.”

Fuck.

Jace’s frustration must show on his face because his captor laughs at that. “We’re going to have fun with you this time.”

Fun, as it turns out, means torture. Jace doesn’t know how long he’s kept there this time because they don’t allow him to sleep, using a taser to shock him awake any time his eyes close for a much-needed reprieve. They use blades, fire, and what Jace suspects has to be warlock magic because it doesn’t feel like any natural sensation he’s experienced before.

This goes on for what feels like days until it’s all he can do to keep from crying any time he so much as breathes too hard. He feels like every single inch of his body is broken or bruised, every nerve alight with pain.

Just when he thinks there’s no end in sight, when he truly gives up and believes that no one is looking for him this time, he hears the telltale signs of a fight coming his way. Too exhausted for hope, Jace feels nothing until he physically sees Alec in front of him, followed once more by Simon, Raphael, and Jordan. It takes him a few seconds to focus and realize that it’s really them - he’s imagined this moment so many times during his captivity that he’s convinced they’re in his head, just another sleep-deprived vision or figment of his imagination.

Jace tries to stand but he physically cannot. His legs tremble and give out beneath him, tears springing to his eyes in a mixture of pain and defeat and relief that his friends haven’t completely abandoned him.

Simon, Raphael, and Jordan take care of the last remaining captor guarding Jace while Alec rushes to him, burning through the ropes holding him with his stele.

“You came back for me,” Jace manages in a voice barely above a whisper. He tries to stand again, vision swimming in and out from the effort. Alec catches him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder and hooked under his armpit just as Jace is about to fall again.

It’s too much effort, though, and soon Jace’s vision fades out, then back in, before finally fading entirely to black.

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Jace isn’t sure how long he’s unconscious for this time. He wakes up once or twice for a few seconds at a time, trying to piece together the unfamiliar surroundings. A dark room lit only by candles and lamps, rich burgundy curtains… but he’s asleep again before he can figure it out.

When he finally properly comes to, he’s not alone. Simon sits in an armchair across the room staring intently at some sort of hand-held video game until he hears Jace start to stir. Simon quite literally drops the game to the floor and sprints to Jace’s side, grabbing a cup of water from the bedside table and shoving it at Jace.

“Here, drink this. Wait, can you even hold the cup? Do you need me to tip it into your mouth, because I can-”

“Si,” Jace says, voice raspy from disuse. “I can drink water on my own.”

Taking the cup from Simon nearly proves otherwise, but Jace manages to keep his grip and lift the cup just enough to take a sip before putting it back down.

“You’re at the Dumort,” Simon supplies as if reading Jace’s mind. “We figured it’d be the last place anyone looks for you, and the best guarded. Everyone is on alert for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.”

“I should call Alec,” Jace says. “Let him know-”

“He’s here,” Simon says. “He literally just went to the bathroom like, two minutes ago. He’s going to be so pissed he missed you waking up.”

On cue, the door opens and Alec steps through before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Jace awake and talking.

“Oh thank the Angel,” Alec says, moving to sit on the edge of Jace’s bed and grab for his hand, taking it into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I was starting to get worried.”

“How long have I been here?” Jace asks.

“Too long,” Raphael answers from the doorway, trailing just behind Alec. “All of you have. I’ve never been more relieved to hear your voice, Wayland. With any luck, it means the lot of you will be leaving soon?”

“I’d love to,” Jordan answers, entering the room behind Raphael.

Jace feels the tears well in his eyes at the realization that they’re all here, taking care of him and watching out for him. He still doesn’t know how long ‘too long’ was, but the fact that they didn’t just drop him off at the Institute and leave him there is more than he can handle in his still embarrassingly fragile state.

Alec spots the tears and turns to the others. “Can we have a minute?”

The others, Raphael especially, are happy to give the two of them a little time alone to talk.

“Alec, I-” Jace starts but trails off. What can he even say that would cover half of what he should say in a moment like this? “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“For yelling at you. For being angry with you for helping me because I couldn’t admit I needed it. For walking away without actually talking. We’re brothers, Alec. We’re Parabatai. We don’t storm off over stupid fights, we talk and work it out. We always do. If I died and you thought I hated you-”

“Jace,” Alec cuts him off. “I never thought you hated me, not for a second. And we’re talking now. I’m always going to be there for you, whether you think you need it or not.”

“I’m still sorry. I was an asshole, and if you hadn’t come for me a second time I would’ve deserved it.”

“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Absolutely not. This is why I’m not even mad at you, not really. You didn’t snap at me because you were mad I helped you, you snapped at me because you were upset you needed help in the first place. You think you deserve bad things that happen to you, but you don’t. And I’ll step in as often as I have to until you believe it, too.”

Jace doesn’t have a response to that besides the slight quiver of his lower lip and the breathy sob that escapes his lips.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Alec,” Jace says after he regains his composure.

“Still be tied up, probably,” Alec quips back, the slightest of lopsided smirks twitching at the corner of his lips.

It’s in that moment Jace knows they’re going to be okay, if they aren’t okay already.

“Can you get the others back in here?” Jace asks, closing his eyes for a few extra minutes while Alec leaves to find Jordan, Simon, and Raphael.

“I wanted to thank you - all of you. Even after I was a complete asshole earlier, you… well, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t go after me again.”

“I’m pretty sure Simon forgave you the second it happened,” Jordan offers. “If it makes you feel better.”

Simon rolls his eyes, but his expression holds a barely-muted fondness that confirms Jordan’s statement.

“I’m sorry,” Jace says. He isn’t sure for what part specifically, or maybe it’s for everything, even the things he’s sure he doesn’t realize he should be apologizing for after the way he’s been lately. Either way, it seems to be enough.

“No worries,” Simon says.

Jordan shrugs. “Comes with the Praetor territory.”

Raphael seems mostly unmoved. “After a few decades, you learn which grudges to hold and which grievances to forgive. Consider yourself forgiven, Herondale.”

Jace knows he’s lucky in more ways than one; not just for how everything played out but for the friends who have his back now and - if his luck continues - for many, many years to come.

#i hope you like the end result! <3 #thanks for the lovely prompt!#alec lightwood #jace herondale #jordan kyle #simon lewis #raphael santiago #angst with a happy ending #kidnapping #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

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claryshortredheadedwabadtemper · 2 years

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okay but y’all remember when Jordan said Clary is cute and Jace threatened to punch him

#Jace had just met Jordan so he still didn’t trust him then #but that was funny srry n’ srry #jace herondale #clary fairchild #jordan kyle #city of fallen angels #simon lovelace #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #tessa gray

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ladyhindsight · 3 months

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The second part of the book begins, and I am already done with the whole quote that starts the part:

I love you as one loves certain dark things — Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”

Because it isn't even a whole quote, not even a one I can find in this form, and it's not even the whole verse. This erases the whole meaning to fit into this loving certain dark things narrative, especially considering the actual following verse:

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I also don't know what translation Clare got that from because all I can find is the latter one. ANyway. We continue with Maia and Jordan, and Jordan can go fuck himself:

→ To begin with this, fucking hell. This refers to the ending scene of chapter 4 where Maia has a flashback to trauma Jordan caused.

He pulled her closer. He was shaking. She felt the heat of his strong body against hers as his hands slid down her back. “Maia,” he whispered. He started to lift the hem of her sweater, his fingers gripping the small of her back. His lips moved against hers. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.” You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Her heart hammering, she jerked away from him, pulling her sweater down. “Jordan — stop.” He looked at her, his expression dazed and worried. “I’m sorry. Was that not any good? I haven’t kissed anyone but you, not since…” He trailed off. She shook her head. “No, it’s just — I can’t.” “All right,” he said. He looked very vulnerable, sitting there, dismay written all over his face. “We don’t have to do anything — ” She groped for words. “It’s just too much.”

And this fucking idiot thinks it's because he might be a bad kisser. Maia has nothing to apologize for, and I'm already sick of this chapter trying to flip this dynamic over to where Maia owns Jordan a goddamn thing.

→ The whole "I don't want to be friends" and Maia acting shocked is stupid because Jordan has come onto Maia plenty of times already that she should know what he actually means. This is all idiotic.

Then die.

This could've been said also by Jace, Simon, or Magnus because all the jokes are tonally and in terms of content always the same. Ha ha, two straight boys kissing. Funny.

We skip to Clary exploring the place Jace has brought her to and rummaging through a wardrobe.

Morgenstern men love heteronormative clothing for women who wear gear meaning also pants.

→ A scene that never happened but would've been a great callback to the previous book if it was written out.

→ Hopefully Clary would remember things that happened just a while back with a visual reminder. Also → "It had been a clear day in early October.."

The last time the box was mentioned was in City of Bones where it is told that the box held "with the medals were one or two photos, a wedding ring, and a single lock of blond hair. Sometimes Jocelyn took the box out and opened it and held the lock of hair very gently in her hands before putting it back and carefully locking the box up again."

Which makes me question whether Clary then knew what the contents of the box actually were since there are no metals or a wedding ring. Which is fine, but what is not fine is that the box goes unmentioned for forever and once it makes an appearance, Clary is suddenly in the know of the contents and the contents themselves differ drastically from what was previously told. Continuity where?

Here Isabelle is an outlet of Clare's bias. Different characters of course can have different opinions and preferences, but because other characters like Lucie also keep talking how brown (hair color) is ordinary and boring and how the writing keeps coming up with ridiculous similes and metaphors for every other eye color/hair color than brown or dark, it's obvious. Even more so when a little later down here Isabelle thinks blue eyes are more interesting than black.

Meaning faerie men possibly far older than her? Shadowhunters who? Who are these Isabelle's sexy ex-dates when none is ever mentioned or makes an appearance and the premise is that the Lightwood kids have grown up pretty secluded in the New York Institute because of their parents' exile?

So Isabelle thinks she would be more interesting if she had blue eyes instead of black ones. Because appearance is what makes to interesting, not your character. Pretty on point for the narrative.

Just call her Jocelyn. You just did.

→ ...and saw Jocelyn looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

Or if you must, this order makes more sense:

→ ...and saw Clary's mother looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

→ No need for any of these. This is Isabelle's PoV, we know this is what she can observe.

→ Isabelle rolled her eyes at him and turned around/away etc. Then paragraph division and the description may commence.

Cut back to the Boredom Crew.

Thank you for the clarification. Otherwise I might have confused him to some other shared father??

Jace has not shared that look with anyone ever because the only people with shared secrets and in the know have always been Jace and Clary because the narrative is jealous of Jace having that kind of relationship or bond with anyone else.

Also Clary has not known Jace long enough to say "in a very long time."

→ Is he squinting?

→ No need for this, it's her PoV. Stop overexplaining.

→ Or: "His look was calculating: he was deciding what he was going to allow Jace to do, how much leash to give his "brother."

#Maia Roberts #Jordan Kyle #Isabelle Lightwood #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #City of Lost Souls #CoLS Chapter 8

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