WHO: Jace Herondale and Clary Fray WHAT: Broody Jace WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Their bedroom WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Jace was restless. Restless and discontent. He was working a demeaning Mundane job that he utterly hated, and he completely lacked the satisfaction and feelings of worth that being a Shadowhunter had given him. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he was doing absolutely nothing worthwhile, and it was little by little making him crazy.
He'd been lying in bed for hours while Clary slept, unable to find the oblivion of sleep himself. He was just feeling too despondent, dreading returning to his dead-end job for another humiliating shift flipping burgers.
Eventually, he gave up on rest all together and went to the window, looking down onto the quiet town below. It had never felt more like a prison to him.
He heard Clary stirring in the bed and sighed.
"What is the point of any of this anymore?" He asked softly.