Red-haired beauty
Maia had made up her mind. She was going to try.
Since she'd met Clary, she hadn't been able to get her out of her mind. That face, that flaming hair, that tiny body yet so strong. Certainly, she had never experienced anything like this in the past. Even her story with Jordan, however intense and heartfelt and engaging, had never made her feel so ... alive. With Jordan she had got a sort of teenage love, she had grown on it in many ways, also unpleasantly though.
But now she was experiencing an overwhelming passion and an intense desire to get to know this young shadowhunter better. She also knew that Clary was not disgusted with the Downworlders, her generation had finally laid the groundwork for new relationships between the different races. Including love and sex.
Every time she looked at Clary, something lit up inside her. Maybe it was her werewolf soul, so passionate and overwhelming, she didn't know, but that thought was always there, constantly, it never left her.
She had decided she would tell her. She had decided to ask her out. She didn't even know if Clary was into girls, but she HAD to try, otherwise, she would only regret having missed the opportunity of making a dream come true.
And if it ended up badly, well, she would have cried over it and would have moved on.
Thanks to the patient mediation work of Alec and Magnus, even Downworlders were allowed to access the Institute without being escorted or at least suspiciously glared at. Therefore she could easily come in and reach the wide room where Clary was training. She stopped on the threshold to watch her.
Clary was a whirlwind in motion. The training path included dealing with different types of weapons along an arranged path: bow, dagger throwing, whip, bō. Followed by balance exercises along the ceiling beams, and jumps, landings, flips. A show of grace and strength.
That grace, Maia envied a little: she knew that she too possessed uncommon strength, but that grace, perhaps she had it in her wolf form - though honestly, she had never really watched herself while being a wolf - anyway with much less conscious control of her movements, she relied a lot more upon instinct.
Clary, on the other hand, really looked like the Angel embodiment, as if those soft and precise movements were a divine gift - and who knows, maybe they were actually.
Maia's thoughts, however, were more pragmatic. She wanted to caress that face and that body, touch that disheveled red hair, kiss those eyes and those small breasts that the tight tank top was revealing. She wished she could lie down beside her and be allowed to worship that beauty.
At that time Clary walked over to greet her.
“Hi Maia, I didn't realize you were here. What’s up? Anything wrong?"
"I ... no, it’s fine, I just, I mean ...".
Clary did not seem to get the hint and all the courage Maia had mustered was going to vanish. She was at a loss for words, and even if she could find them, her mouth was dry with anxiety. How do you ask a shadowhunter out? Well, sure, Alec and Magnus had somehow dated. They had cleared the way for those who felt same-sex attraction, for those who had found their soulmate in a partner belonging to a different race and no longer wanted to hide this love.
Finally, Maia decided that she would let her heart speak.
She pulled out from behind his back the flower she was hiding, a bright red camelia that meant "I want you" "I can't live without you" but also "I admire you", gathering all Maia’s confused feelings she had every intention of exploring soon. She just hoped that Clary knew that language.
Clary looked at the flower, then at Maia. “That’s mine?". Maia nodded. "Is there anything you need to tell me?" Clary asked. Maia took a deep breath. "Do you want to go on a date with me?”. If she had to be struck out, she at least hoped there was no anger or disgust.
But Clary was smiling. "How about tonight?"