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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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[creatio]

[ Her temper flares white hot, and not for the first time does she think that Jace has got this all wrong. He's not the monstrous one, she is. It burns inside of her. Because her anger has always been close and tight to the surface of her skin. Jace doesn't see that. He thinks that by being here she's in danger and all she really wants is to tell him that it's the opposite.

Clary, without him, has less reason to be safe.

But she bites it back, because it would be one of those things. A catalyst, a reason for him to escape. Without saying anything she lifts a hand, tucks damp hair behind her ear and watches him quietly. He's so tired. He looks like he's being drained of all the things she loves about him. What did either of them do to deserve this? Why are they the ones who have to suffer. ]

For all anyone knows we could be halfway to England by now, Jace. [ It might have actually been smarter, but she's not sure. Eventually someone will track them down. But she's banking on Alec. ] I just --. [ She sighs, and then moves like she's caught in his orbit. She doesn't come close enough to touch, but it's a near thing. ] I miss you.

[wayward]

[ How had he ever existed in a room with her before and not been touching her? The desperate, bone deep need is almost overwhelming. He can't tell if it's amplified by his absence or if it was always like this, and he'd been stupidly, unknowingly sated by how easy it had been to take her hand. She hovers out of arm's reach, and it feels like torture. How can it still feel like this when they both know all the reasons it shouldn't? ]

You shouldn't.

[ It's a useless statement. Jace knows that. He could repeat those words until the ran together and they wouldn't change anything. ]

I'm going to have to go back. I made a promise.

[ Their safety for his obedience. A fair trade. Jace's fingers still twitch, wanting to reach for her against his better judgement. He curls them into fists. He's bloody and tainted, among all the other reasons he shouldn't try pulling her in towards him. He breathes out hard, echoing her sigh as he lets his head dip forward. ]

[creatio]

Well, I shouldn't with a lot of things but here I am.

[ Loving him.

Clary flings her arms out angrily, frustration taking over the shape of her. But just as quickly as it comes does it go again. He looks so young, so lost. She thinks maybe if she could have been his sister properly then they would have been unstoppable. If only they'd been given a chance. There's little good in wishing the past changed though. She knows that better than most. She can only deal with the present and hope it makes the future a little better. Lifting her hand, she presses the heel of it into her eye hard enough to see stars and then moves, drops into the space beside him like she's a dead weight. Their arms brush and her throat aches. ]

I hate this. I hate that we don't have a choice.

[ One day she'll get to Valentine somehow, make him pay for all the things he's taken from her. ]

I hate not knowing if you're alive, Jace. I lost my mom, and now I've lost you. [ Jocelyn being back doesn't mean she can exchange him. Her heart is a difficult thing. ]

[wayward]

[ The urge to comfort her is so strong it hurts. Jace never knew love could feel this way. He wants her so badly he feels like he's going to be crushed under the weight of it. Reading the pain and frustration in her expression cuts him to the bone. There's no way to brace against any of it. He can't stop himself from feeling these things for her, even knowing that he shouldn't have ever felt them in the first place. He lifts a heavy arm to put around her shoulders, indulging the selfish need to stop the pain, even for a moment and even if it meant riding out guilt later on. ]

It won't feel like this forever, [ Jace tells her, even as his chest burns, rioting at the closeness of her. ] You'll move on.

[ And who knows what will happen to Jace? He feels trapped. There's no way to escape the path he's chosen, as far as he can see. These stolen moments with Clary may very well be the last time they have the chance to talk like this, to be close like this. ]

Stay angry. You should try to do that, even if you forget the rest of it.

[ Picking out which parts of her emotional responses won't be even half as easy as Jace is making it out to be. But he can pretend. Maybe it'll convince Clary. ]

[creatio]

[ He puts his arm around her and Clary can't help but lean into it. It's far more comforting than any words she's heard recently, than any of the empty assurances that have been placed in her path. She knows it's wrong to let herself be soothed by his touch, but her heart continues to be traitorous. There's nothing she can do. ]

Will I?

[ She doesn't want to. That's the awful part, Clary doesn't want to move on. She wishes she did. Sometimes she lays there at night and aches because she needs him with her. The phantom weight of his hands in her hair, the memory of his lips. Her stomach always ties itself into a sick knot, shame and weakness carving out a space in her that might never really be filled again.

She can't tell him that. ]

Like you're angry? [ She's seen him furious. But now he just seems tired. ] I wish we could just go away. I don't know, work this out. There's never enough time.

[wayward]

[ She doesn't have to tell him that. Jace knows, because he feels it too. The accusation his father had leveled at him when he'd still worn Michael Wayland's face eats at him. Shadowhunters mate for life. Would he ever feel this sort of adoration for anyone other than Clary? Would the desperate longing for her ever fade? He hasn't found a way to outrun it. He doesn't know how to carve this out of himself. ]

I wish...

[ Jace's wishes are many, and they're all futile. His hand squeezes her shoulder tightly, anchoring himself there. ]

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

[ He wants to kiss her. He wants to lay down with her and sleep, if only to forget for a few hours before reality came to drag him back. But he doesn't feel like he can voice any of that. It's weakness. He can't drag Clary down that path with him. ]