004 - Mysterious Letter - [OPEN]

[ithuriels_blood]

WHO: Clary Fray
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: January 2nd
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: n/a

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Clary had heard about the letters. In fact, there had been a meeting about these exact letters. She figured that it would be like the other events in the village and by the following month, it'd be over. She'd been wrong. Clary came downstairs that afternoon to find a letter sitting next to her usual spot next the fireplace.

"You can't be serious…" She looked around to see if someone was around but at that exact moment, as short as it'd be, she was alone. "Perfect."

While Clary had stayed silent through most of the meeting she remembered a few facts from it. Fact number 1, if she destroyed the letter then another would appear in its place. Fact number 2, it wouldn't stop bothering her until she did what it said. Clary thought it had something to do with stealing but she couldn't remember all of the details. Fact number 3, she should really open the envelop and see if it's different from the others.

She tore open the letter and paused when she read the words typed across the page.

"What?" This wasn't the same letter.

She heard people milling about around. She wasn't alone anymore but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the letter.

Clary ran upstairs to her room and dressed in the Shadowhunter-like attire she’d been given, sliding two daggers into her belt. When she returned down stairs the letter was still clamped in her hand. She was absolutely going to do it.

It was really too bad that Clary wasn't good at hunting animals.

Just to break my own fall

[onlyeverdoubted]

WHO: Bodhi and Jude
WHERE: Jude's house
WHEN: After the holiday party
OPEN TO: Closed to Jude Sullivan
WARNINGS: Sappy bullshit

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Bodhi's not usually quite this stupid over Jude, partly because he restrains himself, partly because even he's not this ridiculously romantic. Their banter at the party wasn't even that out of the ordinary, even if Jude taking his hand in public was a bit beyond the usual. They both fed each other's nonsense until they were completely twitterpated, and it feels fantastic, if distantly kind of foolish. Too hard to care through Jude carefully (and unnecessarily) helping him into his robe and scarves, through the snow-shimmering walk hand in hand, the cold bringing a little extra color to Jude's cheeks (and probably his, but what does he care). Impossible to think about anything else as they finally wend their way toward the house and Bodhi's hand tightens on Jude's through their gloves and looks away just to give himself a break from grinning so hard. Spending nights with Jude has ceased to be a big deal and of course his damage is still a wall between them, but he's the good kind of nervous anyway. This feels like it could almost be normal, a real, regular date with a functional person like Jude deserves. The faint swirl of soft, pretty nothingness lets him collect himself a bit as they head up the steps.

Then there's hurrying through the door as a practical matter. No reason to let the house get colder. But that's as practical as he feels like being, and as soon as the door is closed he turns, catches Jude's shoulders, and steals a kiss. A quick one. He knows they have to deal with the fire and coats and bullshit, but he's been waiting on that for what feels like a very long time.