Hmm. Think nothing of it. I've had more than enough sleep by now.
[ Jace allows himself to revel in the feel of her touch against him because after so long of being deprived of it, it's a little like an addiction and he'll happily drink it all in. They've earned this. After all of the difficulties between them due mostly to external forces rather than their own internal ones, they've earned these moments. Jace isn't one to waste an opportunity either, so he opens his eyes once more to study her. ]
How long have you been awake for?
[ He reaches for her hand, fingers winding with hers to tug her forward in his direction. ]
[ She moves with the gravity of him, shifts until she can wrap an arm around his waist and hook her chin to his shoulder. It's wonderful, the way she can sense his heat mingling with her own, the spaces they can fill between them now. ]
Couple of hours. You woke up before. We had a conversation. About bread so I didn't really think you were all that lucid. [ Impromptu sleepovers with her boyfriend is probably frowned upon but it's not like she cares any more. ] I got some sketching in though so it was fine.
[ Lifting her hand to run her fingers through his hair. ] Did you sleep well?
[ Content, is how Jace feels right now. At peace. Like there is no imbalance in the world, and right now in this moment - this is how it feels to have not a single care in the world, when everything is exactly as it should be.
He is only distantly aware that moments like these never last and he's sure that some fresh hell will greet them - but for now, that thought is so far away from the touch of Clary's fingers running through his hair, her warmth pressed up against him that he won't pay it any real mind. ]
I did. Perhaps it was the first time in a long time that I've slept so well. You had a lot to do with it.
[ He isn't afraid to admit this aloud; they've been through enough now that little truths like these aren't meant to be used as a tool of romance but a clarification of how important she is to him. ]
This conversation about bread, though.
[ Tell him more? Because, what?
He shifts to glance down at her, arching an eyebrow. ]
I'm like Nyquil. I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. [ Her smile is delighted and easy to press into his shoulder, her eyes closing for a moment. ]
You told me sourdough was a lie. And to never accept wheaten from an Irish man. And then you said you wanted a sandwich so I told you that it's not the middle-ages any more and you could make your own. You passed out after that.
[ She arches an eyebrow right back. ] And I used to think you were eloquent.
[ He will take that truth to the grave, Clary Fray! ]
Are you sure that wasn't something you dreamed up? I hardly think I would have advised you about the truth of sourdough ... though wheaten from an Irish man seems about right. Can't trust them, you know.
[ Jace is smiling now. This conversation is clearly not as important as merely being around Clary, like the quiet non-admitting sap that he is.
He pulls her in, arms wrapped around her. ]
Honestly, I'm not really even a fan of sandwiches. Particularly the ones they've got in America with the - bright orange square cheese, is it?
[ She makes a pleased little sound as Jace pulls her closer, her cheeks burning a little but her smile bright and content. But then! Disbelief. Shock. Horror. ] You don't like grilled cheese?!
[ Making a big show of extracting herself from his grip. ] That's it, that's the breaking point, I can't date someone that doesn't like grilled cheese. I have to go and get Izzy to find me a new boyfriend.
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[ Jace allows himself to revel in the feel of her touch against him because after so long of being deprived of it, it's a little like an addiction and he'll happily drink it all in. They've earned this. After all of the difficulties between them due mostly to external forces rather than their own internal ones, they've earned these moments. Jace isn't one to waste an opportunity either, so he opens his eyes once more to study her. ]
How long have you been awake for?
[ He reaches for her hand, fingers winding with hers to tug her forward in his direction. ]
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Couple of hours. You woke up before. We had a conversation. About bread so I didn't really think you were all that lucid. [ Impromptu sleepovers with her boyfriend is probably frowned upon but it's not like she cares any more. ] I got some sketching in though so it was fine.
[ Lifting her hand to run her fingers through his hair. ] Did you sleep well?
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He is only distantly aware that moments like these never last and he's sure that some fresh hell will greet them - but for now, that thought is so far away from the touch of Clary's fingers running through his hair, her warmth pressed up against him that he won't pay it any real mind. ]
I did. Perhaps it was the first time in a long time that I've slept so well. You had a lot to do with it.
[ He isn't afraid to admit this aloud; they've been through enough now that little truths like these aren't meant to be used as a tool of romance but a clarification of how important she is to him. ]
This conversation about bread, though.
[ Tell him more? Because, what?
He shifts to glance down at her, arching an eyebrow. ]
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You told me sourdough was a lie. And to never accept wheaten from an Irish man. And then you said you wanted a sandwich so I told you that it's not the middle-ages any more and you could make your own. You passed out after that.
[ She arches an eyebrow right back. ] And I used to think you were eloquent.
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[ He will take that truth to the grave, Clary Fray! ]
Are you sure that wasn't something you dreamed up? I hardly think I would have advised you about the truth of sourdough ... though wheaten from an Irish man seems about right. Can't trust them, you know.
[ Jace is smiling now. This conversation is clearly not as important as merely being around Clary, like the quiet non-admitting sap that he is.
He pulls her in, arms wrapped around her. ]
Honestly, I'm not really even a fan of sandwiches. Particularly the ones they've got in America with the - bright orange square cheese, is it?
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That's just what you want people to think.
[ She makes a pleased little sound as Jace pulls her closer, her cheeks burning a little but her smile bright and content. But then! Disbelief. Shock. Horror. ] You don't like grilled cheese?!
[ Making a big show of extracting herself from his grip. ] That's it, that's the breaking point, I can't date someone that doesn't like grilled cheese. I have to go and get Izzy to find me a new boyfriend.