Post by Muse on May 28, 2011 14:59:52 GMT 10
Title: Back Up
Rating: R
Word count: 253
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?
Back it up now, you’ve got a reason to live, say I don’t want to be in love. (lyrics from Dance Floor Anthem—I Don’t Want To Be In Love By Good Charlotte.) Warning: Rated for drug abuse. Author in no way promotes the use of any drug or mind altering substance.
Dreams claimed Mattes every night when he shut his eyes, and lately Clary had been at the forefront of those dreams, tangled and tied up in knots behind his eyelids.
Tonight he dreamed that she was behind a door, waiting, not saying a word, as he tried to reach her, and the door swung slowly, slowly shut.
The moment the latch clicked, Mattes sat up in bed, but the rooms he had rented in Port Caynn while he looked for Clary were empty.
He was alone.
She was gone.
Cursing under his breath in Hurdik, he hurried in the only direction he could think of; the docks.
A barge slipped out into the night under the cover of darkness, and Mattes’ stomach clenched. Only fools and thieves had dealings that came through under the eye of the moon.
Where was Clary?
He hid from the three rushers that crept past him, then made his way in the direction that they’d come from.
He found Clary, then, huddled in abandoned netting. One look in her eyes told Mattes all he needed to know—her limp body, her racing pulse and clammy skin were all symptoms of glitterdust, and the drug still sparkled feverishly in her eyes.
That she was still shimmering meant only one thing, one thing that broke Mattes’ heart. Glitter is a drug dealt on the docks. She was still shimmering; she hadn’t had it for very long, and rushers had just left.
She’d been on the docks during the rushers’ deal.
Rating: R
Word count: 253
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?
Back it up now, you’ve got a reason to live, say I don’t want to be in love. (lyrics from Dance Floor Anthem—I Don’t Want To Be In Love By Good Charlotte.) Warning: Rated for drug abuse. Author in no way promotes the use of any drug or mind altering substance.
Dreams claimed Mattes every night when he shut his eyes, and lately Clary had been at the forefront of those dreams, tangled and tied up in knots behind his eyelids.
Tonight he dreamed that she was behind a door, waiting, not saying a word, as he tried to reach her, and the door swung slowly, slowly shut.
The moment the latch clicked, Mattes sat up in bed, but the rooms he had rented in Port Caynn while he looked for Clary were empty.
He was alone.
She was gone.
Cursing under his breath in Hurdik, he hurried in the only direction he could think of; the docks.
A barge slipped out into the night under the cover of darkness, and Mattes’ stomach clenched. Only fools and thieves had dealings that came through under the eye of the moon.
Where was Clary?
He hid from the three rushers that crept past him, then made his way in the direction that they’d come from.
He found Clary, then, huddled in abandoned netting. One look in her eyes told Mattes all he needed to know—her limp body, her racing pulse and clammy skin were all symptoms of glitterdust, and the drug still sparkled feverishly in her eyes.
That she was still shimmering meant only one thing, one thing that broke Mattes’ heart. Glitter is a drug dealt on the docks. She was still shimmering; she hadn’t had it for very long, and rushers had just left.
She’d been on the docks during the rushers’ deal.