#warguided

( Ask || @warguided || Answered <3 You are so lovely )

       HEAVY breathing accompanied her actions, scarlet tresses bouncing around as though they were voracious, lively flames that were too EXPLOSIVE to be calmed. Emerald eyes GLISTENED, narrowing slightly as they’d been trained on each && every motion, every action his body had taken to as well as the ones she’d needed to PRODUCE herself. What started as a training experience, learning the movements, had become a BATTLE of the minds as well as the bodies. One that arose between the redhead && the male, but also with herself; to PUSH herself further than she had before.

       Countless attempts had taken place PRIOR to this moment, to find a way to disarm him, at the very least. It was a task she hadn’t set out to LIGHTLY, but had chosen because it would give her the PRACTICE she needed with the person she knew would push her the way it was required of her. They’d made their way through the V A R I E T Y of different weapons that now lay astray, finally shifting back to the seraph blade she’d grown so ACCUSTOMED to. But even that had CLATTERED out of her hands so many times that she was starting to once again come to the realization that perhaps FIGHTING against one of the strongest, most SKILLED Nephilim would not provide easily desirable results.

       Jace had FORCED many an instrument out of her hands repeatedly, WILLING her into positions of surrender as he took his time to S T I L L them both, their chests rising && falling in such sweet HARMONY as the two searched for the simple relief that BREATH provided. The quiet moments in between the CLAMOROUS noises the contact of the blades created were of themselves uniquely present, woven as the PERFECT moments in the space given. The EPHEMERAL pieces that bled back into renewed efforts && the clanging of the blades once more.

       Just as she began to think things FRUITLESS for the day, a shift in the balance gave her something out of the ordinary. The CONSTRUCTION of the one moment she knew could NEVER be recreated came as a bit of a shock to the Fairchild, because she wasn’t expecting an OPENING like the one granted to her in that instance. With a swift FLICK of her wrist, Clary sent the beautiful metallic instrument flying from his hand before PRESSING the taller male back against the antiquated wall of the training room, the rush of adrenaline combining with the CLOSE proximity to him sending her senses into complete OVERDRIVE. Moisture traveled along her pale skin as fleeting thoughts arose of whether or not that concession was VOLUNTARY.

       That was when she’d heard the three words, the BEAUTIFULLY scripted words that left his soft lips. Chartreuse hues WIDENED in surprise at the admission –– not because she hadn’t heard it before, but because the IMPRESSION it left never diminished but only GREW with time. The copper-haired woman raked over his features, the dips && shadows his facial structure created as well as the lean form that rested just BELOW her blade as well as her other hand. Warm, golden pools peered back into her own as TASTEFULLY disordered honey strands threatened to OBSCURE his sight. Everything ringing as an added reminder: from the very first moment she BEHELD him, her heart was irrevocably GONE.

       Pressing onto her tiptoes, a gently grin PAINTED it’s way onto her own rosy lips, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly as it TENDED to. The added motion put her closer to his lips, to the point where her words brushed over him with a soft, feather-like WHISPER, ❝As far as distractions go, that is definitely one of the BEST ones. I love you, too.❞ Clary mused, before pressing her lips softly to his, the only thing left standing BETWEEN the two hearts being the COOL silver blade. 

tHAT ICON ITS. IT KIND O FLOOKS LIKE MY SON

;))))))

I LOVE

LISTEN I HAD TO SAY IT BC I AM A LOSER WHO LOVES THAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME