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Jace Lightwood (shadow_jace) wrote in valarlogs,

He recognized the man instantly as he entered. It was almost surreal, in a way that you see yourself walking through a door. Jace tried to keep from staring at his virtual double, right down to the crazy hair. "Whoa," he muttered under his breath, brightening immediately, "Hey! You are definitely Arthur." He set the guitar aside and held out his hand, trying very hard not to stare in awe.

There were differences about the pair of them that were obvious. Style of dress, Jace in skinny jeans and a old T-Shirt with a skull on it, was more of a young rock star. An earring dangled from his left ear, and his wrists were adorned with bracelets. A gold chain hung around his neck, a gift from a girl he met on the beach after his arrival. His sunglasses perched on his head, pushing back the strands of unruly blond. He looked like he was ready for the stage, where Arthur seemed a bit different, more formal perhaps. He couldn't quite place it just yet.

"Sorry, I'm still staring. This is just crazy," he laughed, trying to contain nerves that had arisen on meeting the man himself. "How are you?" His voice held no distinct inflection, attributed to those from the West Coast, even though he couldn't claim that either. He was from everywhere and nowhere, still untainted by dreams of who he was or could be.