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jace; shadowhunters

[obdurates]

i tried to resist, really i did.

[creatio]

resistance is futile

[obdurates]

( In the short few months their lives have intersected, a moment's peace is unknown, chaos ever on the precipice, looming behind every action, guiding the path of life for both of them. Hardships taken in stride; better than anyone had the right to expect of them. That's why when the chance presents itself Jace doesn't hesitate to indulge. Away from the institute. Being a shadowhunter doesn't represent just what they do; it's who they are. To separate that completely would have been impossible.

To be walking with Clary under the purple starlit canopy of night feels like being in another world; one rarely, if ever, imagined before. She may not have convinced him to visit the new art exhibit; how Clary's lips pouted, teasing and playful, almost did it...instead they spent an evening at the movie theater; Thursdays were 'classic nights', and On the Waterfront became an easy choice.

They didn't look out of place from all the mundanes nearby; arm around her shoulder, walking in stride together, having just finished the ice cream they stopped for. It felt...liberating, and yet, nothing could have made him more nervous. To just be with someone. Tugging her closer,
his eyebrows lift, lips pursuing together briefly )

This might be the first time I've gone anywhere with you and we haven't been attacked.

[creatio]

( Convincing Jace to go on a date had been surprisingly easy. Of course, he'd said no to the exhibit, but she hadn't been banking on that in a solid kind of way. Better to have him deny one thing and then agree to another. Besides, Clary highly doubts she'd have been able to look at the art with any sort of concentration when he'd have been stood there right beside her.

The movie itself wasn't one she'd seen before, and if she's honest, she'd paid very little attention to it. Instead she'd leant with her shoulder pressing against Jace's the whole time, marvelling in how normal it had felt. She's happy, truly happy, her hand in his, the lingering taste of bubblegum on her tongue, the world blurred by streetlights. It's exhilarating.

Clary laughs, when he speaks, body bumping into his as she tries to check him with her hip. ) Don't you dare jinx this, Jace! ( Because they've been through enough, suffered more than the lion's share. If anything even dared to interrupt her now, she thinks she'd transcend to a new realm of fury altogether. Clary twists on her heel to face him, free hand grabbing his other as she walks backwards. Either instinct, or her trust in him means she's not going to end up in front of a car. ) I refuse to end this with a fist fight, okay? One hundred percent. I came for the full experience. An actual date. We're going to kiss at the door of the Institute even if that's where we both live!

[recoined]

❝ you love her, and i love her, and yet, it's our bodies sprawled out between the sheets. ❞

[manipulative]

[obdurates]

( now, my boy, you're going to find out what it means to be a herondale. words echoing throughout the chasm of his mind; to be the part birthright demands, when days ago the truth of his parentage remained a mystery. enough reason for this trip. ghosts and past burdens unable to keep pace. the kind of mission that demands action; and what, in his mind, he's always been best at. corpses; drained of blood, pallid skin and permanent silence.

nothing comes easily with katherine involved; a never ending chase, and the sensation of being in a game without understanding the rules, while she's ever moving ahead. tracking runes go only so far; and to the point of finding her location, he isn't certain it wouldn't prove to be a small mercy she's taken upon him. frustrating. he's always been the best. fastest, strongest, most able. no one drug him out of his depth the way she does.

a hotel; quiet, secluded, a type of place that wouldn't draw attention. it isn't dilapidated; far from it, but neither isn't a five star resort. decided average. he doesn't knock; or do something as dramatic as kicking the door. mundane locks were unable to resist the rune of opening; as it's finished being drawn, adrenaline threatens to flood his system, just on the precipice of losing control.

dim lights inside. lamps glowing softly near the bedside. he breathes; deep and steadying, erecting the mental defenses that keep everyone at arms length. they're alike in that way. he's seen it; glimmers of who katherine really is underneath the sarcasm and manipulations. )

Tell me you didn't do this. ( a visible clench to his jaw; body language rigid, muscles tightening into coils, ready to spring forth into action ) Say it.

[manipulative]

[ once she hears him, she thinks to open the door for him. but that wouldn't be fun, would it? for five hundred years, katherine has been learning lesson after lesson, and she's learned one that she applies now: let another think they're in control by giving them slips of it. it's what klaus and elijah had done to her, and it's what she had practiced over the centuries she spent escaping them. ]

[ it doesn't take a genius to know how to mould jace to their liking: he likes control, power, the ability to save, protect, be something. when he has a purpose, he's strong and adept, someone to admire, to feel intimidated by. katherine has seen it over the years, seen it nurtured and seen it wilt, and though she has five centuries under her sleeve, she doesn't know which way jace will teeter. it's the best part of the game, not knowing that one bit, as katherine pierce has never let herself be surprised by much anymore. ]

[ him tracking her isn't a surprise. it doesn't shock her he's been able to pick up on the not-so-subtle clues she's left as breadcrumbs for him. it's what she's been depending on in this little game, knowing plan a will work out because he has never disappointed her. ]

[ the dinghy hotel is meant to serve a simple purpose: if things get ugly, at least it can get ugly, and she won't feel bad about ruining the sheets, the pristine walls, the carpets of a five star hotel. she stands once that door cracks open, on the other side of the room. everything about her is immaculate, in control, all in place; the curls of her hair seem equal and full, and her shoes, heels, are as pointy as the blades shadowhunters tend to like carrying on their person. ]

You're going to have to be a little more specific. [ she tilts her head, lifts her hand so it's bent at the elbow, and curls her fingers into her palm. there's no point in pretending she's a delicate girl any longer, and she's grateful for it. playing pretend at being anything like elena gilbert makes her skin crawl. brows furrowing, she's playful, ] What is it that you're accusing me of? The state of this room, [ she looks at him dead on, voice deep, accusing. ] or the dead bodies of the people you failed to protect?

[obdurates]

( familiarity with manipulation; the constant abuse and falsehoods levied at him by valentine, haven't provided a defense against how expertly she wields those weapons. a crack in his expression; subtle, a nearly imperceptible grimace of his lips, or the brief spark of anger in jace's eyes, are the only clues. a backward swing of his leg forces the motel door to close with a soft thud. the brief reprieve enough for a surge of control to wash over ) It's cute, you assuming I have feelings.

( oh, how transparent the lie is. his resistance doesn't prove weak in nearly any situation; far from a puppet that katherine can easily pluck what she wants from him, but to deny that she's seen the intensity of his reactions would have been a lie. ) Thinking you can make me feel guilty. ( he can; does, over an inability to prevent what's happened. ) Kind of lowering your standards, aren't you?

( gaze sweeping across the state of her accommodations; he steps deeper into the room, knowing it's akin to venturing in a lion's den. underestimating her is a mistake too many people before him have made. troubling, more, that jace isn't here specifically as an enemy. a twinge of something towards her. the kind of thing he would have scolded himself for under any other circumstances )

The clave isn't going to sit by and let some renegade vampire stack up a body count. ( a shrug of his shoulders; nonchalant, leather jacket moving down his arms before it lands on the bed from jace's effort. more of the dark swirling lines of runes are visible now; seraph blade holstered on his left hip ) You always know what's going on, Katherine. Why do you think I'm here?