Who: Izzy and Clary What: Unpacking Where: The Institute When: June Rating: Low/None Status: Complete
Clary couldn’t help the grin that kept appearing on her face as she looked around the room she now shared with Jace. They woken up and had breakfast, all domestic and everything and now Clary was waiting for Izzy to finish up before helping her unpack her clothes. Jace had headed off to do some training while they worked, so they shouldn’t have any interruptions. Bar any horrific injuries he may incur, which, let’s face it with Jace, wasn’t likely.
Izzy finished her own breakfast and skipped her usual morning work out so she could help Clary, happy to see Jace had already taken himself off somewhere. They really didn’t need his comments or distraction attempts while they unpacked Clary’s things.
“Okay, are we ready?” she asked with a smile as she entered the room, “You know I was thinking you could absolutely take over one of the other rooms as an art studio if you wanted”
“Absolutely, although I have to admit to being worried about how many clothes I’m actually going to have left after you’ve been through everything,” Clary joked as she lifted the first box onto the bed. “That would be great! It’ll be nice to have a space dedicated to working on my art,” she grinned excitedly.
“You’ll have clothes left, you just might also have a reason to go shopping again” Izzy told her with a little smirk before smiling properly, “Well we have lots of rooms not doing anything and you won’t be able to work in here properly with Jace around”
Clary chuckled and sat on the bed next to the box as she watched Izzy start to pull clothing out of it. “I’m sure that was never your intention when you suggested this was it,” she asked rhetorically. She knew how much her friend loved clothes and shopping, but to be honest, with a body like Izzy’s Clary couldn’t blame her. “So when are you next free to replace the sacrifices we make today?” she asked with a grin.
“It may have been a little part of it, but honestly I am doing this for your best interests. You do want to look your best at all possible times, don’t you?” she said, as she began to pull things from Clary’s packing box to either keep or start a throw away pile. “I’m working this weekend but how about next?”
“Sounds great. That is assuming I have enough clothes left,” Clary teased. “I suppose I can do the normal girlfriend thing now and start sleeping in Jace’s t-shirts,” she sighed and smiled to herself at the thought. She imagined herself waking up in her shirt and walking down to the kitchen, all sleepy and tousled. “It’s not weird for you is it? Me moving in or anything?” she asked impulsively.
“You’ll have enough, and if not you can borrow my clothes. Jace’s would only work for sleeping” Izzy winked. “Of course not, why would it be? I think it’s great. You’re my parabatai Clary, you should already know I adore you”
“No, I know,” Clary smiled and shook her head. “It’s just...this was Jace’s idea and I know you didn’t really get much of a say in it. I wanted to make sure you were ok with everything. I’ve never moved in with anyone before, but it’s not just Jace I’m moving in with,” she explained.
“This isn't the first time Jace has done something without asking. Luckily this was a good thing, if it wasn't you'd see Jace bruised and his favourite clothes would mysteriously disappear” she grinned.
“Moral of the story: never piss off a Lightwood,” Clary joked as she reached into the box and pulled out one of her favourite t-shirts. It was worn and faded, but it was one of the comfiest things she owned. Smiling down at it, she remembered many nights curled up on the couch or bed with Simon while they watched anime or a bad movie and ate popcorn until they were sick. “I get to keep my comfortable clothes, right?” she asked, loathe to relinquish them.
“You already know the most important rule” Izzy grinned, before considering the question. “Some not all. Anything with holes or faded so much you can't tell what the original color was is out”
“Even if I promise I’m not going to be seen outside of the Institute in it?” Clary asked with a big pouty lip and wide eyes. She hugged her t-shirt tightly to her chest as if Izzy might try and take it from her.
Izzy rolled her eyes, “Fine, keep that one. But anything with holes in it is gone. No matter what eyes you give me” she warned before pulling the next item out of the box.
“Yay!” Clary cheered and happily folded up the t-shirt in her hands and put it on the bed beside her. “Oh no! Not that one too?” she asked mournfully, pointing at the hoodie Izzy held in her hands now. Another firm favourite with Clary, that hoodie was one of her most comfortable and warmest in her collection. To be fair, it was pretty old.
“Oh this one is going. The elastic has gone, there's three holes in it and whatever logo was there is no more. This one goes” Izzy said firmly, throwing it on the floor and starting the throw away pile.
“But...it’s so comfy…” Clary said pitifully as she watched it descend into the trash pile. She hoped that Izzy wouldn’t just torch her painting clothes, because even though they looked an utter state the paint spattered clothes were perfect for flinging paint around.
Izzy was going to make a pile for paint splattered clothing, she figured there could be a set of drawers put in whatever room Clary chose for her studio and they could go in there. She understood the need for painting clothes just not ones with holes in.
Clary sighed, accepting her fate, hoping she could save a few more of her precious comfy clothes from the slaughter. “So how are things going with Simon? Any more dates?”
“Not so far, but we’ve been texting regularly, unfortunately it seems that my work schedule conflicts with his free time at the moment” Izzy said a little sadly, “But we’ll work something out. Did I tell you he freaked a bit when I called him my boyfriend?” she grinned.
“No, but I can imagine,” Clary grinned, shaking her head at the thought. “What happened?” she asked and reached into the box to pull out a pair of shorts which had probably seen better days.
“I said something about being able to say my boyfriend was in the band and his first response was ‘Oh are we there yet?’” Izzy tone and face told Clary exactly what she thought of that reply while she pointed to the discard pile until the shorts were placed on it. “I was so close to telling him where to shove it but we worked it out”
“Good, I’m glad. Simon’s a good guy, but he’s not exactly smooth with girls or anything,” Clary told her as she reluctantly dropped the shorts in the designated pile. “Just stick with him? He’s got a great heart and I think he’s really into you,” she told her.
“I know. I don’t plan on going anywhere, I guess I’m used to confidence. It’s kind of sweet that he’s such a dork” It was definitely part of his appeal in her eyes and she smiled thinking about him, “I’m pretty into him too you know”
“Well good, because otherwise this would be reallyawkward,” Clary joked, pulling another shirt destined for the trash.
“I’m not sure anything could be as awkward as this shirt” Izzy teased her as another one joined the trash pile.