Jace Herondale | The Mortal Instruments (hatesbergamot) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2016-10-02 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2016 october, ~25 points, ~~~jace herondale (hatesbergamot) |
WHO: Jace Herondale and Will Herondale
WHAT: A talk
WHEN: Sunday morning
WHERE: The park by the river
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Jace had arrived at the place a little bit early, so that he could scope out the surroundings and make sure that they were safe. It wasn't that he thought Will was going to attack him, or anything of the sort - it was more a matter of habit. He was a fighter to the core, and that was evident in everything about him - from the way he dressed to the graceful manner in which he moved.
Once he was sure that the place was as secure as it could be, he sat on one of the empty swings, pushing it lightly with his feet as he drew a seraph blade from his pocket and proceeded to clean his nails. It was a habit of his, but also the way he displayed that he was not in the least bit troubled by the situation - even if he was.
He wasn't sure what to make of this. He was meeting with a man who claimed to be his ancestor, and was here to discuss a future he hadn't lived and a girlfriend he didn't remember. How was he to know what was true and what wasn't? Jace hated lacking the knowledge that put him on equal ground with others, and in this case he felt that he was missing more than he knew.
But he also knew that there was something about Clary. He knew it in his heart, although he refused to outwardly acknowledge it. It was dangerous to feel things there.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and seeing Will approach, dropped his eyes back to his nails and his rather sacrilegious use of the seraph blade.
"Good morning."