“You’re in love with her” Clizzy
9. “You’re in love with her.”
“She’s so stupid! She almost got herself killed tonight because she couldn’t let well enough alone. I can’t believe she never thinks about anything but herself in the moment,” Izzy rants, pacing back and forth in between sparring sessions with Alec, glaring at the floor in front of her.
“Sounds like Clary to me,” Alec says, swinging at her with his staff. Isabelle blocks him, and shoves with more force than she intended, actually making him lose his footing.
He gets his balance back and jabs at her. She jumps out of the way and continues, “She doesn’t stop to think about other people. I had to save her.”
“Had to is a strong phrase,” Alec replies lowly, earning himself a crack to the side of his head and an admonishing look.
“Of course I had to. She’s Clary. She doesn’t think about other people worrying about her, but other people do. Other people want to look out for her, and have her back, and help her, if she’d ever stop and let them in,” Isabelle says, bracing her staff and leaning against it.
Alec drops his defensive stance and says, “And do other people plan on telling her about how they feel?”
“What do you mean?”
His raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and says, “You’re in love with her.”
Isabelle opens her mouth to argue, throwing back her shoulders to disagree, but then looks at Alec. It’s Alec she’s talking to, and she can tell him anything. “I don’t know. I feel something, definitely. Aside from worry. She’s just so much. It’s so much.”
Alec sighs at her, very deliberately. “She doesn’t deserve you.”
“Does anyone?” Isabelle flashes him a confident smile, but then it falters. “Do I tell her?”
“I don’t know, saving love confessions for near-death experiences has worked well for me,” Alec says with a diplomatic shrug. Isabelle laughs, and Alec smiles. “If she rejects you, we can always kill her.”
Isabelle nods thoughtfully, and then kisses his cheek. “Thanks, Alec,” she says, and then heads for the infirmary. Clary is there, still being patched up after her encounter with several massive demon hybrids.
“Clary?” Isabelle says, and Clary looks up from her healing rune sheepishly. “Can we talk?” Clary nods and waves Isabelle in, and Isabelle closes the door behind herself.