lungs filled slowly as he tried to control his heart’s pace, fists opening
and closing. anyone could see that the shadowhunter was tense -- he was
holding back from grasping clary’s shoulders and shaking her senseless. she
began to yell at him for dismissing her request to hunt down a demon, how she
was capable by herself, that she could handle anything coming at her. some part
of him was letting her yell; he was just like her at a younger age, ambition in his
eyes to kill a demon ( though more obedient. )
“ shut up -- you don’t understand, clary! “
he was trying hard to treat her like an adult, but when she was acting like a
child, it’s harder to do so. golden hues narrowed to find emerald ones, crimson
spreading like watercolor on his cheeks and a vein making an appearance on
his temple.
“ i don’t want you to get HURT. “