bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

Okay, be there in ten.

[ And, true to her word, Clary showed up at Simon's door roughly ten minutes later. She rapped her knuckles against the cold metal door, loudly because she could hear the guitar through the amp inside, and stood back, waiting. ]

[ Simon stopped playing as soon as he heard the door. He set his guitar down and zoomed accross the room to open the door and greet Clary.

He greeted her with a big smile, holding the door open wide enough for her to come in.]

Wow, talk about being on time. Were you in the neighborhood? And by neighborhood I obviously mean other dubious and musty pier?

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[ Clary sidled past Simon into the shack and shrugged a shoulder. She'd been about as in the neighborhood as she ever was--plus, she'd had lunch with Luke just this afternoon. He usually liked to keep within pack territory. ]

Kind of, I guess. I met up with Luke earlier and I've been drawing at the coffee shop a few blocks away since then.

[ She was starting a new endeavor--take more time away from the Institute so she didn't look like a hypocrite when she told Alec he needed a break. It was actually kind of nice, if hard to be alone with her thoughts sometimes.

She tossed her hair out of her face and looked up at Simon. ]

So I left some stuff here?

Right, yeah.

[ Simon closed the door when Clary walked in, headed directly to his nightstand where Clary's stuff was. He had folded her clothes and put them in a bag along with her notebook and pencils.

Despite his constant anxiety of how things had been between them lately he was happy to see her. He just wished he knew what she was thinking.

Maybe stop thinking about it too hard and trying to talk to her as he normally would might help? ]

I bet he was happy to see you-- he's been busy and kind of a grump lately, this whole alpha business has him kind of stressed out. But he still asks me about my day which is like the nicest thing ever.

Yeah, I think he was happy. I was, too--hanging out with Luke is like the last normal thing I have left, you know?

[ She took her things from him and swung her backpack around her shoulder to fit them in along with the rest of her stuff. It was nice to see Simon, in spite of how weird they'd been lately. She'd started avoiding engaging in text conversations since they never seemed to go well--but it already felt even lonelier than it did before this way. ]

I'm not really surprised to hear Luke is still checking on you. He's always loved you like a son.

I know. And I'm sure he's happy to see you, he literally asks me about you every day all the time.

[ Simon laughed as he remembered. Luke was always looking after him and Clary no matter what. He was their rock, which was partially why Simon was do stubborn about leaving the shack. Luke was familiar and was almost always within reach. It gave Simon comfort and some sense of normalcy in his everyday vamp life.

He smiled at Clary and scratched the back of his head, it was so much easier to just talk when he could see her. ]

And I totally see him as dad material. He keeps coming in and bringing me things... The other day we went to Target and he bought me like three flannel shirts. I think he's the one, Fray.

[ Clary smiled at that. Luke was basically the only adult in Clary's life worth trusting--it made her feel warmer knowing he was always as Luke-like as ever, even when he was being a packmaster and all that. ]

Well, I wish you all the happiness in the world, Simon. He's an awesome dad, I'm happy to provide a reference for him.

[ Clary looked down for a moment, studying her shoes, then looked back up at Simon and shrugged again. ]

Um, so is that everything?

No, actually.

[ Frankly Simon never thought he'd see the day of him and Clary not getting along famously, but he was here now wasn't he? He should try to fix things or at least figure out where Clary stands.

He fixed his eyes on Clary and sighed.]

I know that lately we haven't been able to talk at all without things getting out of hand and-- I don't want that anymore. I think I've been a little too intense and I wanted to say sorry.

[ having space had helped him feel better. About his desicions and feelings, as messy as they were, he truly still just wanted to be with Clary no matter what. ]

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[ Clary felt, a little, like she was starting to trigger a Pavlovian apology response in Simon just with her presence. They'd never been like this before venturing into dating, then post break-up normalcy, then weird feelings limbo.

She recalled, faintly in the back of her mind, Simon breaking up with her. It was a mistake, he'd said.

She'd felt so sure that he was wrong, then. She wasn't sure how to feel now. ]

Simon... it's okay. I'm not mad or looking for an apology or anything like that. I wasn't giving you the space I should have been, so--that's what I'm doing now. I don't want you to have to worry every time I'm upset about something. I don't want you to have to worry about me at all.

[ Not that he wouldn't anyway, she knew, but--out of sight, out of mind, wasn't it? Supposedly.

She guessed that was kind of what Alec had been talking about the other day. In a handful of years she'd be gone and Simon would go on to live hundreds or maybe thousands of lifetimes and forget her.

Maybe that was why it had been so hard to give him space now. ]

I'm sorry too, though. I shouldn't have gone off about Alec knowing. I really was just in my feelings and it wasn't fair to you.

[ in spite of the failure at communicating with eachother, space had given Simon enough time to clear his head and realize how much he just needed to be left to his own devices, homework, catching up with his family among other things.

He felt like he'd been smothering Clary with everything he'd been feeling lately. She also probably needed time to herself and process.]

Okay yeah-- I was panicking and being over apologetic. That wasn't cool, but I'm telling you I've had time and I feel way less anxious about things. And you were in your right to be upset about Alec-- I just didn't think Raphael would say anything but that's just poor judgement on my part, I guess.

[ he looked up at Clary and smiled. He really just wanted to have normal conversations with her, enjoy their time together.

He hoped it wasn't too late.]

But like, I get it if you also need time and space. I think we may have just overwhelmed eachother a little bit.

[ Clary frowned a little, thinking about that for a moment. She wasn't sure what it meant that Simon felt "less anxious" now--what did it mean for him to feel more tranquil about "things"? What things? ]

I don't know what you mean, exactly, but I'm glad you feel better.

[ She reached up and scrubbed a hand over her face, then pushed her bangs back and sighed. She wasn't sure if it was time and space that she needed--she was tired mostly of having stupid, circular conversations with Simon. And she was tired of burdening him with her own anxieties. ]

I don't know what I need. I'm just sick of making things worse.

It was just a lot of things, like, the way things are between us now and a sudden fear of not dying.

[ he'd spent days and nights just thinking about how he had failed Clary and how he'd failed himself overall-- but what good did that bring to anyone? what was the point in wasting away in regrets and pretend scenarios.

He was just so sick of his mopey self, it was time to take matters in his hands, reassure Clary that they would be okay come what may. ]

You didn't, Clary, it wasn't your fault. We need to stop dragging eachother down like that. And well--

[ Simon pulled something out of the pocket of his hoodie, two squares of paper labelled "BLADE RUNNER 2049" in bold black letter.]

-- I had an idea on how to start. Actually, I had planned this for like months but you know little inconveniences like becoming a Daylighter got in the way.

Immortality is a real doozy of a concept, yeah. I told you, Alec was talking about it to me before too. If it gives us anxiety, I can't imagine how you've been grappling with it.

[ Clary smiled in spite of herself, looking at the tickets in Simon's hands. They'd been talking about seeing the new Blade Runner since its inception basically--there was no way she could refuse.

Even if they had been weird. Even if she sucked at being alone with Simon lately. It was her best friend duty to go--it was one of their most highly anticipated movies ever, after all.

She looked up at Simon and nodded, still smiling. ]

Yeah. I mean, obviously. Like I could say no.

It's terrifying.

But I'm on my way to acceptance at least, also I'm just 18 and I still haven't done the things I want to do in my mortal life so-- I have that to look forward to.

[ besides, after that talk with Raphael, Simon found a bit of comfort on realizing that not even immortals were a forever kind of thing, but that was a thought he wasn't going to share with Clary right now.

He was beaming though, they'd been waiting for years to see the sequel, they'd watched the trailers probably hundreds of times and seen the original film so much Simon had ended up buying the director's cut AND the collector's edition.

he had to make things right between them and this is what they were all about. he missed it. ]

Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if you actually said no, not that I expected you to but I doubt Luke would be interested in joining me.

Yeah, you have plenty to look forward to. And if I'm lucky, I'll be there for most of your mortal life goals.

[ Shadowhunters didn't seem to be terribly long lived--Inquisitor Herondale was the oldest one she'd met yet and she was, what, 65? But Clary had beaten the odds this far. She didn't hate her chances.

She shook her head and snorted softly. As if Simon didn't know just how many people wanted to be a part of his life. Clary was far from his only friend. ]

I'm sure plenty of people would love to go with you. So, I'm honored to be your first choice invitee.

Always, what are you talking about?

[ Simon couldn't really picture himself watching this with anyone else. Clary had always shown interest in the things he liked and vice-versa. She ended up liking the movie basically just as much as Simon did, it was something they had discovered together, just like many of their shared interests. Which is why the idea of seeing it with someone else made Simon feel strange, he would probably go alone. ]

Also, I had these purchased like a month ago, I was just waiting for them to be printable soo... this was always between you me and good old Harrison Ford.

[ he couldn't really contain how excited he was to have this time with Clary, even if things sucked before, this was known territory. Simon was not going to blow it.]

That just means I'm always honored.

[ Clary laughed a little and rocked on the balls of her feet. It was nice to be back in friendly territory with Simon--though she still wasn't sure where they were standing.

She had a solid goal for now, and that was: don't fuck up. Simple enough. ]

Um, so when are those tickets for?? I'm so not dressed for the movies right now, but if we have to hustle, I'll do it for you.

[ unfortunately simon was too excited to realize that indeed the tickets were for tonight, but they still had some time.]

Uuh, exactly three and a half hours from now.

[ he looked down to his outfit, pair of jeans and a tee, not Blade Runner worthy.]

Meet me at the theatre in three?

[ Clary looked at the time on her phone and nodded. Three hours was more than enough time, really.

She shrugged the straps of her backpack onto both shoulders and nodded toward the door. ]

Okay. I guess I'll see you in three, then.

I'll be the first in line, probably.

[ simon said matter-of-factly. he had no time to waste-- he also had to buy snacks for Clary because this was that kind of movie.

he flashed her a grin and waved goodbye. ]

See you there, Fray.

I have zero doubts, Simon.

[ Truth be told, Clary found Simon's... demeanor? A little strange. But she knew he was just being sweet, and trying to find a new normal.

And that was fine. She'd do much more for him than feel out a new normal where waving from five feet away from each other was a thing.

So she waved, and headed out the door. ]

[ damn that was... pretty awful.

but to be honest he was too excited to be worried about it, and he was sure this was a step in the right direction.

he loved Clary and this is something they were sure they'd do together. what was better than that?

it was still weird that he couldn't picture himself doing anything else-- he didn't want to overwhelm her again.

with that thought in mind he started to get ready, this was going to be a good night... he hoped.]

[ Clary didn't need a change so much as she needed to decompress--but she did take the opportunity to shower and freshen up. Izzy, being Izzy, refused to let her out of the house without the minimum make up and heels--but that was fine. There was something satisfying about looking your best when seeing an ex--even if your ex was also your best friend.

With that in mind, Clary showed up to the cinema almost precisely three hours later and ran past the line up to the front where, as expected, Simon was waiting. She smiled and waved at him, as before. ]

I'm here! Let's do this.

[ Simon was too caught up on his own thoughts when he spotted Clary approaching, everything seemed normal until she was standing there in front of him.

She looked beautiful. Like okay, granted, Simon always thought Clary was beautiful but today she was just... Glowing.]

Hi-- you're just in time! They're about to get us seated.

[ the concierge soon after came and let them in. Simon was trying to focus on the movie and on how awesome the night was going to be, but he couldn't help but to look down on his Blade Runner tee, jeans and sneakers and feel like he should have probably tried a little harder. ]

You look amazing, Fray.

Thanks! You look good too!

[ Thanks, really, to Izzy--the true MVP.

Soon after, they were getting into their seats and Clary tucked into the movie snacks Simon had gotten for her. This was new normal Simon and Clary time, which meant Clary was going to be cool as a cucumber about everything.

Simon, for his part, seemed fine as far as she could tell. He was excited--they both were. It was distracting enough from the weirdness of--everything.

Even if the movie was sorely disappointing. ]

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Icons them except Simon looks like garbage

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