TOUCH STARVED MEME (not accepting!) | ✍️ - Write something on my muse

                     Magnus sat in his favorite armchair in his library, about a quarter of a way through his favorite sixteenth-century novel, reading glasses resting atop the tip of his nose when he finally noticed the sensation of Clary scribbling against his skin. He’d invited her over knowing that the two of them needed a break from all the drama that the Insitute carried, and there was no place he’d felt was more apprapro. Lifting the arm to his eyes, Magnus let out a chuckle upon seeing the words ‘#1 Downworld Dad’ etched into his skin. “Is that so, Biscuit? Tell me how you really feel, hmm?” 

      he supposes that’s right. no, he knows it, but he doesn’t dwell on other people longer than he has to. he can’t particularly afford to given he can generally guess what kinds of THOUGHTS & feelings they might harbor towards him. still, he thinks, perhaps it’s not all awful. perhaps these people he’s surrounded himself with have found something in him even his own mother couldn’t find - humanity. he shakes his head, pushing those thoughts away for the time being & offering the other a tired smirk. ‘ and you don’t, dear sister? why are you really here? ’

A smirk pulled at his lips as he saw Clary walking around his room in what looked like his shirt. In all honesty, he liked seeing her in his clothes and laying there in bed he wondered if maybe there weren't other bits of his clothing that had gone missing. It was definitely something he'd have to look into later once he'd dragged himself out of bed. First, though, he wanted to enjoy the sight of Clary not only in his room but in his clothes. Never did he think that went they met a few short months ago that they would end up where they were. Jace had been taught that love was a weakness and Clary was showing him that it wasn't, that he could love and be stronger for it. She had changed him and he loved her more than words could say. One day maybe he'd find those words. "Should I be looking in your closet for the rest of my clothes?"

      there wasn’t really ONE distinct thing that made me feel... compelled, I guess? whenever I’ve been active in a fandom, I usually prefer to have two muses - it’s my way of dealing with my own sense of portrayal anxiety or fear of duplicates. it’s really, really hard to feel any sort of negativity with your duplicates on the dash when you have another blog where they’re some of your main ships or interactions so I’d say it works out nicely 😂 

He'd heard that they managed to free her from Jonathan in Paris and knew that she was having some struggles adjusting to being back. Even though he'd been there when they brought her to the Institute, he hadn't had much of a chance to speak with her. In all honesty, he was more focused on the fact he'd been stripped of his magic and had been trying not to look through every book he had in an attempt to find a way of getting it back. His father had said it was a lesson but nothing more. And now Clarissa was there and Magnus wasn't certain what he could do for her other than listen. Hopefully, she just needed someone to talk to and nothing that involved using his non-existent magic. "I figured you'd be at the Institute enjoying time amongst your friends."

"Iloveit," was all he could say, leaning against the desk in his room.He hadn't expected to see Clary and definitely hadn't expected to seeher in something like that.His fingers were actually itching to not only drag her against himbut to remove it very, veryslowly. Except both of them had places they needed to be and he wascertain if either one of them were late someone would talk and thatsomeone would make certain everyone in the Institute knew just whathad happened. Jace honestly didn't care. Most everyone already knewabout his reputation. But Clary — that sort of reputation wasn'tsomething he wanted for her and for now he'd resist the urge to belate. "And you really shouldn't ask me that, Clary," heteased, reaching out and pulling her closer. Moving his hand to cupher cheek, he leaned down to kiss her. This was something he wouldnever get tired of and breaking it off, he rested their foreheadstogether. "If we had more time I would take it and everythingelse off you."

"Sure you're ready for this?"

Even though he'd spent time sparring with Clary, there were some things that sparring or training would never prepare anyone for. At least not in their world. He'd grown up in the Institute, among other shadowhunters and their world, and there were still things that tended to take him by surprise. This time, though, Jace knew what they were going up against and it wouldn't be anything they'd trained for. How could anyone train for going to another realm? Especially one where things would readily kill anyone it deemed a threat.