Towards the end of the book. Let's say Luke doesn't know about their relationship. Let's say everything's been done, and they're flying off on a motorbike. My Plot Bunny says so.
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"Jace! Slow down!"
"No way Clary!" Jace laughed. She didn't hear him, but she felt him shaking. Clutching onto him on a motorcycle was hardly a good idea. He was a manically confident driver. It was worse when the said motorcycle could fly.
His abdomen was rock hard, and she was holding on as if there was no tomorrow. She felt his warmth and shivered. It wasn't because of the cold. It was because of the deep desire for them to not be siblings, a secret acid-wash on the inner lining of her stomach. He swooped downward, and she closed her eyes, and despite her attempt to forget it, envisioned—
She sighed and shook these thoughts out of her head. She had to move on. Jace seemed to have noticed. He didn't smirk, didn't grin and didn't make fun of her, and for that, she loved him. Instead he pulled the bike over to the top of some building.
She didn't ask and he didn't explain. The two of them stayed there, on top of the building, watching the sun-set. "It's beautiful," he sighed gently. She closed her eyes and nodded, enjoying the crimson redness behind her eyelids, depthless, and yet infinite. Suddenly the beautiful bloom was replaced by black. She opened her eyes in surprise, only to find that Jace was standing in front of her, watching her. He gazed at her.
Suddenly, he seemed so much taller. She meant, she'd never felt he was short, but, now it was like, he was… really taller, and older; his face was that sad. She did something between breathing and exhaling (as impossible as it sounds) and her breath hitched, as Jace's face morphed into something of incredible beauty, only at home on an Old Master's easel.
He reached out for her hand and his fingers caressed hers softly. He was still watching her with his beautiful golden-syrup eyes. The sun-rise was of no importance- the most important thing in Clary's world was this beautiful, mesmerizing, beautiful boy in front of her.
His hair glowed faintly in the light of the moon, which had just risen. His fringe fell over his eye. She couldn't help it; she reached out and brushed the lock of hair back, before impulsively tangling her fingers in his hair.
"You're perfect Clary," Jace whispered. "It's like I'm dreaming." His voice had taken on a soft fuzzy ethereal quality, from her dreams. She had never heard him say anything that sounded so—true. Well. Not that she was perfect or anything, but it was like he so deeply believed this; he was actually telling the truth.
Clary choked out a laugh. "I'm eternally dreaming, and it sucks, because I'm your sister." He froze. She couldn't believe she had just said that, outright, just like that. She half expected him to demand why she thought he was talking about that.
But then he seemed to relax. He smiled and whispered, "my hot-headed Clary," and buried his fingers in her hair. Then, the moon came out from behind a cloud and their surroundings were illuminated by liquid silver. It struck their eyes at the same time, and cut by a shard of moon-madness, Jace bent down, pulled her forward and kissed her.
She couldn't care less that they were on top of a building, and he was her brother. She was just so in love with him. He still tasted like green apple. She smiled into the kiss. It was like dreaming, only better. After a few breathless moments he pulled away. "Do you want to tell them?" he asked.
She knew what he was talking about. She shook her head. "Never," she whispered.
"Done deal," he whispered, before kissing her again.
Hey, who cared? Right?
Okay, bad ending but relatively happy about the rest of it. Also very happy that it's out so soon. REVIEW!!
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Lady Merlin