beeeeee what to you think jace's favorite things are about simon?
slakg;laksg ANON as u know I’m on a semi-hiatus right now but I screamed into the void when I saw this message!! There is no world where I do this justice (especially with the promo that came out yesterday LORD GRANT US MERCY) but I will try my best to articulate my thoughts.
that this is a severely incomplete list and should be labeled like, 4/∞
- Simon is funny,
honestly funny, and can draw a smile out Jace even in the most inappropriate of
times and places. It’s something that’s been true since Jace first met him,
even when he was just a frustrating mundane causing Jace unnecessary trouble.
It almost gets Jace killed multiple times, most notably when they’re trying to
be incognito during a stakeout – “I’m paying you a compliment!” says Simon
defensively, even though the wide grin on his face indicates that he’s full of
shit. “Captain America’s from Brooklyn, you’re
from Brooklyn, you’ve both got the same fantastic ass – and has anyone seen the
two of you in a room at the same time? I think not” – and Jace has to resort to
begging, “Please stop,” between bursts of laughter and Simon
just touches the wrinkles at the corner of Jace’s eyes and says, “Nope, never.”
- Then there’s the
matter of how Simon is strong. Jace
isn’t losing any competitions in that department, but it’s no question that
Simon can throw him around like a ragdoll and it’s a thought that does
something to Jace, causes lightning to shoot up his spine and travel down to
the ends of his fingers, the tips of his toes. Simon’s careful with him, of
course, keeps a tight leash of control on his instincts to consume, possess – and
maybe that makes it better, knowing that there’s so much raw power waiting
inside Simon but with Jace he’s only ever considerate. Too much harshness has
touched Jace, evidenced by the scars of his skin all the way to the scars of his soul, and Simon’s not going to
add on to that – not if he can help it.
genuinely sweet, in a guileless and unguarded way that’s rare enough in the
world we live in, never mind in the world of demons and angels and shadowhunters.
More often than not, Jace doesn’t know how to react to it. The physical part of
it is already too much – how easily he takes Jace’s hand in his own and tangles
their fingers together, the carelessness with which he presses his lips against
Jace’s forehead, the apple of his cheek, a quick peck on the mouth accompanied
with a rushed, “hey, sorry I’m late.”
- But then there
are the other parts: how Simon says, “I’m here, I’m here,” after Jace violently
wakes from another nightmare and never forces Jace to talk about it; how his
responses to questions on their relationship is always to grin and say, “yeah,
he’s pretty great, huh?” and, “I’m a pretty lucky guy.” There’s never a hint of
irony in his voice. Jace sometimes wants to take him by the shoulders and shake
him, ask, how can you be like this?,
but he already knows there’s no answer beyond what he already knows: Simon is wholly exceptional. Even being
someone who has literally felt it stop beating in his chests, Simon’s got a
heart that doesn’t stop giving.