@cxfray // continued from here
The laughter that erupted from Clary at Jace’s words was nothing short of loud and unattractive, and she covered her mouth quickly; a tiny snort leaving her as she looked at the scene before her. Half of a tree was stuck in the doorway of the Institute, and the other half blocked any entry from the front; Jace standing beside the tree with a slightly defeated yet amused look on his face. Shaking her head, Clary stepped towards the tree and crossed her arms over her chest; surveying the scene before her and looking over at Jace out of the corner of her eye.
“Y’know Herondale; it might’ve been kind of smart to measure the entrance before you decided to go gallivanting off for a tree. Seeing as how this is such a mundane holiday for you; I’m surprised you did this.” Her voice held a teasing tone to it and she shook her head once more, giggling. “I think we should go find Alec, he’s gonna wanna see the newest fiasco you've done.” Emerald eyes sparkled with amusement as she walked over to Jace, leaning against his frame slightly and wrapping her arm around his waist; soft laughter shaking her body as she hugged him. “You tried, I can give you that. What do you say we try again?”
Captivating, adorable, beautiful— a few of many words anyone could use to describe one Clarissa Fray, but to Jace, all would falter in their efforts to do her justice. Her beautiful emerald-green eyes that he knew could pierce any bravado he could ever construct, the coppery lashes that’d flutter so lightly whenever she laughed as she did now, the golden-dusted freckles that outlined each inch of skin beautifully and those curls of red; a perfect frame for a countenance he so adored. Here she was and would remain, just like the medianox flower that had enraptured him so many years ago, wholly too beautiful to belong in this world. Yes, here she was, mocking him in all her small yet fierce glory.
Who ever said that thinking matters through were always his forte? “There are no miscalculations at play here, Fray, simply a consequence of a change of mind. As it was decided that Clarissa Fray could get a Christmas tree, she will get one worthy of her splendor and nothing less.” Smoothly played, Herondale. The seemingly continuous giggles from her lips managed to tug on the corners of his own lips, despite his very feeble objections to it, her frame tugged even closer to his own with a squeeze; she was never close enough, why was she always too far away from him? “We could call Alec, that is if you’d rather watch him attempt to lecture me yet again for an hour which will have zero influence whatsoever, instead of simply spending all of this most scintillating time with me and this bad boy right here, alone.” Perhaps Magnus could be useful, but then again, any promise to send it inside with a snap of his bejeweled fingers would probably result in it appearing at his apartment instead; not a chance, “I’m not opposed to enlisting my blade’s help this time around. How important is that star to you exactly?” Though he already knew the answer.
