Fanfiction by Shirasade

When Jace entered the Hunter's Moon, it immediately became clear why Maia had called him. Giving the bartender a grateful nod, he walked over to where his parabatai was standing. Alec was propped up against a counter, holding himself upright, and the look in his eyes as he noticed Jace approaching was unfocused and dazed.

Clary had always been observant. It went with being an artist, she reckoned. The world was full of beautiful things, and she wanted to capture them whenever she could. If not on paper then at least to memory.

Still, she'd never thought of herself as a voyeur – and yet, when she heard a tell-tale gasp through a half-open door, she found herself being drawn towards it, forgetting all about the hot chocolate she'd been in search of.