Jace Herondale

i know i can count on you, jace

don’t tell anyone—yet.

and glitter, yes. glitter.

sometimes, you get lucky and find the one who gives you bite marks on your thighs and love marks on your heart

wonder where that came from

great. he knew that was coming. “fine. deal. i promise i won’t tell anyone…just…. can you just keep it down?”

…. “you can’t tell anyone about that.” great, the training hall and the weapons room has clearly turned into something more than for ‘recreational’ purposes.

alec is reading between the lines , acting oblivious to the situation. “….. you saw nothing.“ he whispered, eyes wandering around in case someone was eavesdropping

he flinched away from that pat, whatever that was. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. shadowhunters don’t train with glitters.” is he talking about magnus? and if he was, how much did jace saw at the time?

astounded and frozen in his tracks, alec tried to ‘un-flinch’ himself. “i.. i.. there is NO glitter at the training hall—jace, what are you talking about ?”

rolls his eyes, a sharp sigh leaving his mouth. “you’re welcome. next time, bring a satchel for your ‘equipment’. weapons room is full, unfortunately.”

“reading doesn’t involve handcuffs. “ alec tossed the silver thing at jace.

i’m saying do your book club events in your room instead of the weapons room.

book club is held at the weapons room, isn’t it?

why is jace always in the weapons room? no one spends that much time looking at weapons——