Look at this photograph

[silvering]

When; Wednesday, April 24
Rating; PG - Warnings for blood
Characters; Jem Carstairs & Clary Fary
Summary; Jem finds one of Clary's photographs and she learns a secret in return
Log;

The coloured picture that plaster itself against his window is enough to make Jem rise from his bed. He recognises the two people in the picture - Jace and Clary. He moves to put it into his pocket to return to them later, that is until he sees the angel they are crouching beside. Jem's intake of breath ends in a cough.

The photo was something that wants to discuss with her. While he had an idea of how to call out to someone with the device, he wasn't exactly skilled at making sure he reached the right person. 'It is better to do it in person,' he thinks.

It is half an hour before Jem manages to stir himself and go out the door. His skin in paler than it had been and he's added extra layers despite the spring temperatures. He leans heavily on his cane on the way but quickly straightens as he knocks on her door.

Comments

[steleheart]

"No, c'mon you're sick. You should see me when I'm sick. I'm practically a dragon."

She's looking around her with interest, not really having much of a reason to explore the City and her halls.

[silvering]

Jem points to the first on their right, feeling that . "Do you see the mark beneath the sign? The claw marks? It's is usually a rudimentary indicator that this a pub for werewolves. We are in the right area."

[steleheart]

She grins a little at the claw marks. Werewolves don't frighten her, especially not when they're Luke and they've been protecting her for so long.

"Pub." She repeats teasing, "You're so English."

[silvering]

"I am only half English. I spent my first en years living in Shanghai."

Jem laughs. "What is the American equivalent?"

[steleheart]

"We say bar."

Amused, "What was Shanghai like?"

[silvering]

"We only say bar, when Will gets himself banned from a bar," Jem says, his voice warming up for a moment.

He starts walking again.

"Shanghai is," he pauses, nearly doubling over to cough.

He straightens up as soon as he can and carries on talking. "It is beautiful in it's own way."

[steleheart]

She picks up her pace a little, worry etched on to her face,

"What's Will like?"

[silvering]

"There is no one like Will," Jem's eyes light up, as he scours the street, looking for the tell tale signs of dens.

"He is my parabatai. He's got a tongue made for sarcasm but he is the kindest man I know. I could not live without him."

[steleheart]

"Jace is like that with Alec. They're the only parabatai, I know."

[silvering]

"There are not that many parabatai pairs," Jem acknowledges. "We only have until we are eighteen to find one." Will was likely only to have him for a year after they turned in and that was optimistic. His heart clenched at that the thought. Time was running out too fast.

He stops outside a door. He turns to her. "Can I persuade you to remain out here?...you would not like what is inside."

[steleheart]

"Nope."

He grin gets wider, "You cannot. I'm coming in with you and we're doing this thing."

Because if he's sick then she's going to have to watch him, see how he goes about his business. What if he can't come down here himself?

[silvering]

Jem's smile becomes forced as he pushes the door open. The den, lit by modern technology, is worse than home. Their is racious laughter in the center of the room from the gambling tables, and people out of their minds talking at random to the air and other people.

Jem's hand tightens on Clary's arm. "I am so sorry," he murmurs.

"Welcome Brother." The silky greeting comes from a human with a little fairy blood. His hair and eyes are pure silver. "We haven't seen you or your companion before. What can I get for you? A drink to start perhaps?"

The man would be dead in weeks Jem realised. He felt sad for him. He named an amount of yin fen. "To take away with me," he adds firmly. He doesn't haggle over the price. The whole thing is too distasteful for that.

He turns to Clary while the man goes to fetch the required amount. "I do not know what you must think of me, associating with these people."

[steleheart]

"It's okay, Jem."

She shifts, takes his hand in her own and squeezes helpfully, "You have to do this, I get it. I don't think you're terrible."

Her gaze gets caught by one woman, naked from the waist up and covered in designs across her stomach and breasts. She winks at Clary, who proceeds to blush right to the roots of her hair.

"When we get out of here I'm making us tea, okay?"

[silvering]

Jem squeezes her hand back. He looks across at the woman, "Apparently they still like the old fashioned designs." The comment is enough to leave the woman muttering to herself. Jem took a brief pleasure in this, before feeling ashamed of his own actions.

"Here you go," The man was back with a small, velvet bag. "This stuff is like gold dust around here."

Jem nods and silently passes over the money he received on arriving in the city.

He leads the way and leans against a wall. "If you could look away for a moment please, Clary." He needs to take some before he can go anywhere."

[steleheart]

She puts herself between Jem and the group in the room as though she should become some sort of human shield. Obviously it upsets him and she hates that. They're only just become friends, and yet Clary feels protective.