It's perfectly normal for the girl to scale the wall to the window. (for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alec_lightwood)
May. 27th, 2013 09:46 pmmagna_baneThe day had been pretty rough. Will found ways to make her work harder when they trained together and it was some strange ritual to make her go away. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he enjoyed her company or if he hated it. He had more mood swings than a woman. Not that she cared. She neither liked him nor hated him. Which was about the same for Jem. The one thing she knew for certain... she liked to keep them safe without either of them noticing. If the didn't notice, they couldn't ask her about it. Things were better that way.
On the other hand, sitting in the attic with a book in her lap that day, she found like so many other days that all she thought about was one person. The first time the smaller branch of the Lightwood family visited the Institute, she'd gone from disinterested in life to a rush of feelings that left her breathless. Will hated the Lightwoods. No matter which family branch... but her entire perception changed the first time his eyes met hers.
Which was why she nimbly scaled the wall up to the dimly lit window of a London apartment. Pulling up onto the window ledge nimbly, she tapped the glass pane softly. It wasn't the first night that she did this. Swinging her feet lightly, she tucked the wayward ebony strands behind an ear and peered down at the city below while waiting.
On the other hand, sitting in the attic with a book in her lap that day, she found like so many other days that all she thought about was one person. The first time the smaller branch of the Lightwood family visited the Institute, she'd gone from disinterested in life to a rush of feelings that left her breathless. Will hated the Lightwoods. No matter which family branch... but her entire perception changed the first time his eyes met hers.
Which was why she nimbly scaled the wall up to the dimly lit window of a London apartment. Pulling up onto the window ledge nimbly, she tapped the glass pane softly. It wasn't the first night that she did this. Swinging her feet lightly, she tucked the wayward ebony strands behind an ear and peered down at the city below while waiting.
