@claryfightwood you said you wanted someone to write it so here I am. It’s probably not really that good?? It’s my first time writing anything romance related so I mean??
After a few failed attempts she stopped trying to stop her hand. Even clasping her other hand over it didn’t stop it. It was most likely due to the fact that both her hands were shaking, not just one. She wanted it to stop, to calm her feelings, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t wipe the large grin off her face or stop her hands shaking from excitement. She was sure that if someone were to walk in on her at that very moment that they would give her a look. Not a bad one, perhaps one of concern trying to figure out what was happening. She couldn’t care less if someone walked in on her at that very moment. The feelings of joy were not going to be destroyed anytime soon. She felt like she was living a dream.
Isabelle Lightwood was going to visit the Iron Sisters.
She could still see it clearly. The grin on her brother’s face when he had told her. The feelings of excitement she felt, she knew she would feel extremely tired when it wore off. But she didn’t care. Not right now, later perhaps.
When she had arrived at the Citadel the excitement had turned into slight nervousness. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Would the Iron Sisters like her? But she knew when they had arrived, informing her that she needed to do a purity trail, from the smile of a redheaded Iron Sister that she was fine. She was safe. Nothing to worry about.
Isabelle had grown up admiring the Iron Sisters. Each and everything single thing she heard about them rose her love for them. So when she had walked into the garden of the Citadel and sat down next to the same redheaded girl who had given her a kind smile, she was confused about her feelings. But she knew, after spending her last day in the Citadel. She and the redhead both knew as they exchanged a hug and held hands for a minute or two. They knew. She couldn’t keep the idea out of her head. Did Clary Lightwood or Isabelle Fairchild sound better?
When she had come home to the Institute, she was practically glowing. She had a big smile on her face, and it was contagious. Even the grumpiest of people in the Institute were smiling. Her time at the Citadel, with the Iron Sisters, with Clary, had been the greatest thing to happen to her.
So when she entered her room only to find a letter waiting for her on her desk with the smooth, light handwriting that she had come to recognize. She loved the name.
She couldn’t stop looking at it. She didn’t want to open it, afraid that she would ruin the paper. Her eyes couldn’t come off from the finely printed words that stood on the outside of the letter.
It had become a routine for her. She would wake up and head straight to her desk, hoping, waiting, to see a letter with the same colored ink, with the same handwriting, with the same name she had fallen in love with.
She couldn’t stop the stupid looking grin that appeared on her face as she laid on her bed, eyes glued to each and every word that was written. Written for her by the girl she loved.
She had hoped the letters would never stop. But alas, they did. Words could not express the fear she had felt when she had woken up only to find her desk barren of the familiar paper with the name she loved. Had she said something? Was she overreacting? Had something happened? Questions rushed in and out of her mind as the day progressed.
She was flooded with worry and fear.
It wasn’t until one of her brother’s had told her to go out into the city. To relax. She had nothing to worry about. She loved him, her brother, she trusted him. So she had taken his advice. She would go out and relax, the lateness of the letter was probably because her girlfriend was busy being a badass warrior. Girlfriend? Yes, girlfriend, she liked the sound of that.
Her worries, her hopes, her fears. They all snapped in an instant. She was headed towards the doors of the institute, but who was this person in front of her? They looked familiar. She couldn’t put a name to the face that smiled at her. Why couldn’t she? She had a wonderful memory when it came to names and faces. Had she seen them in the Institute before? She was sure she would be able to recognize them anywhere. This person with the red hair.
Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out just who they were. But it all came to her in an instant.
She could recognize it anywhere. The smile that she fell in love with. The smile she loved to see. The smile she loved to touch. To kiss. The smile that belonged to the Iron Sister that she had fallen in love with. The girl with the red hair. The red hair she loved to touch, to feel, to hold, to run her hands through.
She knew who this was. The girl in front of her.
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