![]() He, too, was fully dressed, and, like Isabelle, he wore mostly black. Jace laughed as he kissed the top of Clary’s head. “That we do,” she smiled, “and you boys are going to do what? Some kind of Shadowhunter male bonding thing?” Now it was Clary’s turn to smile as she met Isabelle’s eyes. You and Izzy have quite the girls’ day planned, if I remember correctly.” “Yes, well dear old Simon’s been a Shadowhunter for less than two years, what with that nasty little matter of Ascension and all.” Jace was still grinning. Clary could see his own black Marks, fewer in number than Clary’s and significantly fewer than either Jace’s or Isabelle’s, from across the room. Ever since Asmodeus had taken away his immortality and made him mortal, he needed his glasses again. “I’m up,” Simon muttered, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. Baby Will giggled as Clary handed him up to Isabelle. “And give me that baby,” she added to Clary, and she held her arms wide open. “Get up, Si,” she said as she nudged her boyfriend awake. Isabelle looked, as usual, simultaneously stunning and deadly. On her wrist, looking like a stack of gold bracelets, was her weapon of choice: her gold electrum whip. Her thick black hair was pulled up into a bun that she held together with chopsticks (that Clary knew concealed knives), and her demon-sensing ruby pendant hung at her throat. She wore thick woolen tights, a black chiffon blouse with rhinestones lining the scooped neck tucked into a tight black skirt, a black leather biker’s jacket complete with studs and chains (that would have been decorative on any other leather jacket, but considering it was Isabelle’s jacket they were probably razor sharp and lined with electrum), and her signature seven-inch stiletto boots. She was fully dressed in Shadowhunter black even though they’d be going out in the middle of the day. “I just came back to bed.” Nimbly, she slipped out from under the covers and climbed out of bed. “I was up hours ago, Clary,” she said smoothly. When Clary spoke, however, she looked over at her and spoke in a clear, awake voice. ![]() ![]() Isabelle lay curled against him, her head tucked neatly under his chin, the comforter pulled up to her neck, with her face buried in his chest. Simon lay with his back against the wall, one hand under his head and the other draped over the Isabelle’s waist. “Besides,” she added to Jace, “Simon’s not up yet, and neither is Isabelle.” She gestured to Simon and Isabelle, who were lying very close together on the twin bed that had been rolled into the opposite corner of the room. The black Marks twining her arms and collar bone stuck out sharply against her fair skin and white bedspread. “I did live in the mundane world for nearly sixteen years.” She sat Will in her lap, yawned, and stretched her arms above her head, her disgruntled red hair frizzing out in all directions. “Three years as a Shadowhunter, and you still don’t get up at the crack of dawn? I’m ashamed of you, Fray.”Ĭlary sat up and took Will from him with a loving smile before reaching behind her to Jace’s side of the bed, grabbing his pillow, and throwing it at him. Slowly, she looked up at her fiancé, who grinned down at her wickedly, holding their sixteen month old son, Will, on his hip. Clary heard him smack the alarm clock into silence. “Get up, buttercup!” Jace’s surprisingly chipper singsong voice chimed from above her. Burying her head deeper into her pillow, she groaned. ![]() Clary’s alarm became more frantic the longer she ignored it. ← Previous Work Part 2 of Post-Canon Shadowhunters Stats: Published: Words: 7,120 Chapters: 1/1 Kudos: 5 Hits: 113īeep. Post-Book Series: The Mortal Instruments.Alec Lightwood & Isabelle Lightwood & Jace Wayland. ![]() The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare. ![]()
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