Sin City ||
(Sin!verse) A direct continuation of the events depicted in ‘Original Sin’.
(Warning: This is a roleplay that revolves around the Lightwood crime family and thus depicts characters who behave in a manner suitable to this world. Expect murder, manipulation, blackmail, violence, and a story built around organized crime as its epicenter. Additional triggers will be added as tags to the posts they appear in as they occur. Please feel free to blacklist ‘sinverse’ if you do not want to see this on your dash.)
His door was unlocked.
There was no sound save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock out in the hallway, the air completely still save for the quiet hum of the heater. The chime had struck three some time ago; the rest of the house had either retired for the night or wouldn’t be seeing their beds at all.
The logical part of Jace advised slumber; it was late and there was no use staying up all night for nothing, and given what had happened earlier today, god knew he needed the oblivion that only sleep could provide.
The illogical part, however, balked at the notion.
They never talked about what happened between them during these nights-- hot and sticky and dark-- but they were moments that Jace kept to himself, cherished, as if a butterfly trapped in amber. Because Alec was real whenever he came to him like this; he was the boy who’d been Jace’s best friend, his closest confidant. Despite how much he’d changed out there, when they were here and alone, everything else seemed to melt away.
But it had been weeks since the last time Alec had come to his room, and the time before that had been even longer. The contact that Jace so desperately wanted– needed– from him was missing, and the mocking tone with which Alec had referred to this aspect of their lives earlier was like a slap to the face.
Jace swallowed hard, curling his fingers into fists.
His adopted brother was so much more than his superior in their family’s chain of command, and the nature of their current relationship, as painful and complicated as it was, was what compelled him to sit there, waiting and hoping like a fool.
He tried not to think about Simon… He couldn’t bear it, not after what he’d done. Guilt rose in waves as he tried to banish the look on his friend’s face, the expression of utter betrayal. He had nothing to do with the Lightwoods, nothing at all, but he’d seen the wrong thing and Jace had had the dumb luck to know him.
There was nothing left in his stomach; whatever little he’d managed to get down earlier had long since been gagged out in the shower, but that didn’t mean his stomach didn’t still try. He choked back a sob and buried his head in his hands, trying not to think or feel anything at all.
Alec already had the gun; he knew that Jace was weak, unfit, unworthy. He wasn’t coming, and Jace couldn’t even blame him.