Post by Muse on May 28, 2011 15:06:07 GMT 10
Title: Choice
Rating: PG
Word count: 297
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: AU: Clary’s rogue years; arguing with Tom brings out a rebellious streak and she runs off to Port Caynn to get away from it all. Mattes follows, to stand between her and the darkness. Is there any way to recover from this?
It’s too late to be trippin’ on the phone now, get off the wire, you knew everything was good here. (lyrics from Dance Floor Anthem—I Don’t Want To Be In Love By Good Charlotte.)
Clary waits until they reach Mistress Noll’s stall before she decides to say anything. Some nights on Watch are quieter for them, and this feels like one of those nights. She clasps one wrist behind her back as she watches her partner pay for his midnight treat.
It’s been too long, Mattes thinks to himself as he bites happily into one of his favorite apple patties; these are just another thing that his long stint in Port Caynn had deprived him of.
“What are you thinking?”
Mattes stops mid-chew; these words are ones that he’d never heard Clary ask before. (Normally, she’d be on him to shut up and stop being a looby.)
Knowing how serious the question, however short is, Mattes tries to arrange all of the thoughts in his head into some sort of sense. Port Caynn is but a memory; he’d be happy if they never left Corus again. He’s relieved to be back in his routine, with Clary at his side. Is Clary happy to be home again, to be back with Tom, to give her husband, (his mind skitters around the word) another chance?
“If you want—“ she begins, not quite meeting his eyes, but he cuts her off (for a change, he realizes).
“It’s your choice,” he tells her.
Clary sees in his eyes that he means it, really means it, in any way that she needs. “I choose something that’s better for me than fried apple fritters,” she tells him, mostly just because there’s suddenly too much emotion between them and she’s tensed to breaking, and Mattes laughs.
“Suit yourself,” he chuckles, swallowing the last of his own treat before setting off with her in search of something with less sweet—Clary always was one for spices, not sugar.
Rating: PG
Word count: 297
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: AU: Clary’s rogue years; arguing with Tom brings out a rebellious streak and she runs off to Port Caynn to get away from it all. Mattes follows, to stand between her and the darkness. Is there any way to recover from this?
It’s too late to be trippin’ on the phone now, get off the wire, you knew everything was good here. (lyrics from Dance Floor Anthem—I Don’t Want To Be In Love By Good Charlotte.)
Clary waits until they reach Mistress Noll’s stall before she decides to say anything. Some nights on Watch are quieter for them, and this feels like one of those nights. She clasps one wrist behind her back as she watches her partner pay for his midnight treat.
It’s been too long, Mattes thinks to himself as he bites happily into one of his favorite apple patties; these are just another thing that his long stint in Port Caynn had deprived him of.
“What are you thinking?”
Mattes stops mid-chew; these words are ones that he’d never heard Clary ask before. (Normally, she’d be on him to shut up and stop being a looby.)
Knowing how serious the question, however short is, Mattes tries to arrange all of the thoughts in his head into some sort of sense. Port Caynn is but a memory; he’d be happy if they never left Corus again. He’s relieved to be back in his routine, with Clary at his side. Is Clary happy to be home again, to be back with Tom, to give her husband, (his mind skitters around the word) another chance?
“If you want—“ she begins, not quite meeting his eyes, but he cuts her off (for a change, he realizes).
“It’s your choice,” he tells her.
Clary sees in his eyes that he means it, really means it, in any way that she needs. “I choose something that’s better for me than fried apple fritters,” she tells him, mostly just because there’s suddenly too much emotion between them and she’s tensed to breaking, and Mattes laughs.
“Suit yourself,” he chuckles, swallowing the last of his own treat before setting off with her in search of something with less sweet—Clary always was one for spices, not sugar.