Afraid I'm going to step on your toes? Don't worry, I'm wearing an agility rune. My feet breaking days are over.
[ She smirks as she tips her head up to see him better, charmed and amused by his reluctance. Clary doesn't take it personally. This is Jace, he finds it difficult to let go at the best of times, and a party like this is not the best of times. In fact, she's surprised to see him. But then Isabelle must have used the same tricks on them both, winding them all around her little finger like she's in the habit of doing. Clary would have words, but it means she gets to be close to him like this, unhurried and uncaring about anything else in the whole wide world.
She winds her arms around his neck in response to the hand at her hip, fingertips trailing at the nape of his neck. It's not a slow song, but they move almost to their own beat. The world around him is a soft blur, and one Clary couldn't currently care less about. The whole place could be on fire and she wouldn't notice, instead she watches hair fall into his eyes as he dips closer to her. ]
She didn't tell me you'd be here. [ But it's good, she's glad. She can feel his heat for how close he is, the strange thrumming energy that courses under his skin. She lifts one hand from his neck to instead drag her fingertips along the neon paint at his collarbone, pulling them away when it smears and paints her fingers. There's laughter in her gaze when she brings it back to his. ] It suits you.
you're already doing a really great job!
[ She smirks as she tips her head up to see him better, charmed and amused by his reluctance. Clary doesn't take it personally. This is Jace, he finds it difficult to let go at the best of times, and a party like this is not the best of times. In fact, she's surprised to see him. But then Isabelle must have used the same tricks on them both, winding them all around her little finger like she's in the habit of doing. Clary would have words, but it means she gets to be close to him like this, unhurried and uncaring about anything else in the whole wide world.
She winds her arms around his neck in response to the hand at her hip, fingertips trailing at the nape of his neck. It's not a slow song, but they move almost to their own beat. The world around him is a soft blur, and one Clary couldn't currently care less about. The whole place could be on fire and she wouldn't notice, instead she watches hair fall into his eyes as he dips closer to her. ]
She didn't tell me you'd be here. [ But it's good, she's glad. She can feel his heat for how close he is, the strange thrumming energy that courses under his skin. She lifts one hand from his neck to instead drag her fingertips along the neon paint at his collarbone, pulling them away when it smears and paints her fingers. There's laughter in her gaze when she brings it back to his. ] It suits you.