Who: Clary and Jace What: Talking, cuteness, who knows When: At night, during the child-murder freak out Where: Their apartment Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The news had caused her to worry. But then the knowledge that half a dozen people were probably already on it was reassuring. Besides, Clary had seen Buffy hurry out of her apartment with a stake in her hand, and looking pissed. Something told her people were already covering the attack on the kids. She had something else to worry about.
Clary couldn't fight an Angel, but she knew Jace was planning to, and she was going to help him anywhere she could. She could keep the Angel trapped, keep it from leaving, maybe even force the truth out of it. And she could give Jace as many abilities as she could to help him with the event.
So while people were scrambling downstairs to get out and hunt down a killer, she was curled up on her bed, which had quickly become their be, a sketch pad infront of her. She knew she could simply go to the sight of the fight that would eventually happen and draw the runes right before it would happen, but she wanted to be sure. She had to be sure that she could create enough symbols to pull this off.
She'd just got out of the shower, red hair dark and combed out around her face, as she sat against the wall on her bed, curled up in her pajamas. With a pencil in her and, she flipped to a new page in her sketch-diary. Closing her eyes, she touched the lead to the pad, and then let the image form in her mind, and allowed her hands to react.