@fairchield sent: “back” - your muse slowly rubs my muse’s back
𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 of his room at the institute, staring blankly ahead until clary’s touch pulls him back and out of his own head with a subtle wince, out of surprise more than anything. he doesn’t turn around still, instead closing his eyes and exhaling slowly through his nose as one hand slowly moves to rest atop of hers. quickly enough, jace turns around, a smirk on his lips as he does, head tilting to the side as thumb gently caresses his girlfriend’s cheek. “ don’t look at me like someone just kicked me in the stomach. i don’t like it. “