#nothingweak

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SOMETHING  TELLS  CLARY   that  alec  does  not  hate  saying  that,   not  one  bit.   in  fact,   she’d  be  willing  to  bet  money  that  despite  the  grim  look  on  his  face,   or  the  tight  purse  of  his  lips,   he  actually  enjoys  saying  i  told  you  so,   and  probably  even  more  so  because  he’s  saying  it  to  clary.

her  eyes  roll  skyward  as  she  turns  to  look  at  him,   lips  parted  in  preparation  for  some  snarky  reply.   except  the  ceiling  apparently  chooses  that  very  moment  to   fall  apart,   a  large  piece  of  stone  crashing  down  from  above,   and  landing  only  inches  from  clary’s  feet.  she  shrieks  before  finding  the  ability  to  stop  herself,   one  hand  clamping  over  her  mouth  as  if  to  belatedly  muffle  the  sound.   whatever  demons  make  its  home  in  these  halls  may  not  be  fazed  by  the  sound  of  falling  rubble,   but  she’s  not  convinced  her  fearful  outburst  will   escape  their  notice.

this  time,   when  she  turns  to  him  ---   not  before  jumping  out  of  the  way  of  another  piece  of  the  sky  falling   ---   clary  manages  to  look  somewhat   sheepish.     ❛   maybe  they’re  deaf  ?   ❜     yes,   maybe  they  shouldn’t  have  done  this   alone,   but  she’s  avoiding  jace   (  or  he’s  avoiding  her,   it’s  hard  to  tell  these  days  ),   izzy  had  been  out,   and  she  hadn’t  wanted  to  alert  the  clave  in  case  it  turned  out  to  be  nothing.    just  now,   clary  is  thinking  maybe  it  would  turn  out  to  be  nothing   ------that  is,   until  a  skittering  sound  echoing  through  the  darkness  directly  ahead  of  them  catches  her  attention.  she  quietly  clears  her  throat.    ❛   okay,   maybe  not.   ❜

"YOU WHAT"

Jace sighed, as the doors of the manor were opened and people started spilling inside. He tried to keep a neutral face on, instead of the sneer he actually felt like doing, and tried not to hiss when curious eyes started setting on him. His father, by his side, only gave him a look. He didn’t have to say anything, as the actual words had already been said during a preemptive punishment earlier, when he’d made sure Jace would remember to be on his best behavior. He tugged on the sleeves of his formal robe and downed his head, angrily. He didn’t want to be here, he sure as Hell didn’t want the result of this meeting on his life. He just wanted to keep on shadowhunting in secret when he could feel truly alive. And he wouldn’t mind seeing his mysterious partner again. 

“Good. You’re all here. For the next two days I will talk to each of you, you will have a chance to speak to the omega,” Jace cringed, that was it wasn’t it? He didn’t even have a name anymore, “and attend social gatherings and a traditional-” archaic “-final show of strength, in a group training at our outside training facilities. On tomorrow’s dinner, one of you will become engaged to my son.” Jace tuned out as his father went on and raised his head slowly, stomach churning, and walled up his eyes as he glanced as distantly as he could at the people around them. He knew those looks. Hunger, disgust, surprise, pity, preying, they alternated among the parents and young alphas present, and what he didn’t know was which of them he hated the most. 

He started to move as soon as his father did, climbing down the steps, relieved to at least be out of the dramatic spot, and following him into the crowd. With each new introduction he felt sicker, each new bow, or kiss to his hand making him more annoyed and irritated. They were barely through half and already he felt the need to shower, all of the overpowering alpha scents being throw his way and suffocating him. It went by in a daze, until they reached the last family, and Jace took a long breath, of relief, just as his father introduced him, and he raised his eyes only to meet the last face he expected to see today. Alexander. His eyes widened just a fraction, before he caught a hold of himself and tried to school his expression even as his heart thumped against his rib cage. Fuck. He winced mentally at the thought of how big the beating was going to be for this one, once Alexander Lightwood told his father what this unruly omega was doing in his spare time. Raziel, it was going to be bad, wasn’t it?

He watched the moment Alec recognized him, as he took his hand and pressed the traditional kiss to his wrist, and his nostrils flared with his scent. His head snapped up as he stared at Jace, and Jace flustered, cursing internally again. 

“Jonathan!” Jace looked to the side, suddenly realizing he had zoned out of the conversation between Valentine and Maryse Lightwood. To his surprise, Valentine made a laughing sound. “Seems you two are quite taken already, so if you want him, Alexander, you better convince your mother here to put on a good case for you.” Right... To increase the price they were willing to pay for a breeding omega. Jace swallowed tightly and popped his jaw, but kept still, holding his hands in front of him demurely.