When Jace was young he longed to see colors. To know what everything looked like. To not just see constant blacks and whites and grays.
His father had told him it was a silly dream, that seeing the world in black and white, that was what was right. Colors can blind you, make you weak and vulnerable. Just like love. (Love is weakness. Jace refused to be weak.)
Jace believed him.
He didn’t think about colors anymore. (Not even when he was covered in blood and bruises, no, he didn’t wonder how they looked with color. He didn’t. Not once.)
The first color Jace saw was brown.
It was after he got back from Valentine, after he got kicked out of the institute. He was staying at Magnus’ apartment, Magnus and Alec had left, mentioning something about ‘alone time in Italy.’ Jace wasn’t really paying attention.
Jace had crashed on the couch, staring at the tv without really taking anything in when Simon entered the apartment.
Magnus was mentoring him and must’ve forgotten to mention to Simon that he wasn’t home that day.
“Oh,” Simon said, after Jace told him Magnus was off with Alec somewhere in Italy. “Well, in that case, I guess I should, um, be going.”
“Stay?” Jace wasn’t sure why he suggested it. But being alone didn’t sound too great. “I mean, if you want… We could watch one of those star movies you’re always rambling on about?”
“Really?” Simon looked shocked.
Jace shrugged. “Yeah,”
Simon grinned. “Alright,”
So Simon joined him on the couch after setting up the first Star Wars movie.
Jace didn’t really pay much attention to the movie, instead he watched Simon, as the vampire rambled excitedly about different things that were happening in the movie.
It was about an hour into the movie that when Jace glanced at Simon, he noticed his eyes. They weren’t black, or gray, but a softer color. Something warmer. Gentle. Like melted chocolate. Jace couldn’t help but stare. (Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.)
He didn’t say anything about it to anyone.