She looks at home here; She's in his bed, sitting up with the blankets kicked off her and she's wearing his favorite Star Wars T-shirt. Her long white blonde hair is tied up into messy bun and she has no make up on a she bites mindlessly at her lip as she seems only to be focused on what she writes. Her soft and curious blue eyes flicked over the page as she writes, writing anything that comes to mind. Stories of Demons waging wars against the Angels-Human Hybrids that protect the mundane world from them. Tales of Warlocks, werewolves, vampires and creatures beyond her belief fill the pages. The Cups power is the ultimate prize, in a war fought by two mighty sides. She thinks everything she writes is pure fiction, drawn from her imagination but she is wrong.
Everything she has ever written happened, all of them stories that were whispered in her ears when she was a child laid down to rest at night, not that she remembers those times as they were mostly stolen from her mind but there are things never whispered in her ears, to dark for a child to hear yet she remembers those stories never told. It's all history, stained into her mind, written on paper with pen.
She often has trouble determining fantasy from reality, she just doesn't know how intertwined those two things are going to get. Even while writing dark things she always sees the light; She is the light.
After a while she pauses as she ends the paragraph when her eyes catch sight of the little doodles she draw on margin and side of her writing. She furrows her brow because they're all the same symbol. She has a curious look in her eyes as starts flipping through the pages, getting increasingly confused with every page, those symbols littering every space where a word is not. She snaps the book shut, breathing slightly heavy and she has an almost fearful curiosity in her eyes because how the hell did she never notice it before?
She shakes her head, shaking it off and chalking it up to boredom. She lets herself think that she saw it somewhere and connected with the symbol for some strange reason but in the back of her mind she knows that symbol holds a much more heavier meaning then she's trying to make herself believe.
She frowns slightly before looking over to Simon's sleeping form next to her, seeking and finding comfort in his presence. A smile spreads on her lips at the sight of him. She crashed here last night with him after hanging out hours on end watching movies with him and her twin sister. Clary had ended up going home last night because she wanted to get enough sleep for her interview in the morning while all she wanted to do was stay with him. He's her best friend in world and they've been there for every important moment in each others lives. Hell, He was even her first kiss and she his, they were eight years old and when they pulled back with red rosy cheeks, bursting into laughter before continuing with their game, like nothing changed. It screamed innocence and it was in every way it could be.
People always ask them to this day if they're dating and they do what they always for, they don't confirm it. They don't deny it but they act like the answer is obvious. They're best friends and they wouldn't change it for anything in the world but maybe they want to.
She tilts her head, looking fondly at Simon who awkwardly wrapped up in the blankets beside her, sound asleep. Her lips twitch up in amusement and she bits at her lip to stifle her laugh too not wake him because Simon looks absolutely ridiculous as he sleeps, he always has and she's sure he always will. One of his legs are hanging off the side of his bed, his torso is twisted weirdly and his arms are flung out, one above him and one by his side while his head lolls back on the pillow with his mouth open. Emma can't help the small chuckle that falls from her lips at the sight of him. The small sound is apparently enough to gouge him from his sleep a little bit.
His mouth falls shut as he moves onto his back more comfortably before his eyes squeeze tighter shut and nose scrunches up as his mouth open in a long drawn out yawn.
The girl shakes her head before looking back to her diary to add something, ignoring the symbols, as his hands coming up to rub at his eyes before one arm instinctively reaches out to his side to the nightstand, it takes him a few half heart attempts before his hand finally finds his glasses. He slides his glasses on with a little struggle as he's still half asleep before blinking a few times letting his vision adjust to the light and clear image. After a moment he shifts to lay on his side facing her because he knows he isn't alone in this bed that he's only half certain is his.
He looks over to her with a sleepy smile making its home on his face as he watches her, fondly. She's sitting up in his bed, wearing his favorite Star wars T-shirt, her hair is thrown up into a messy bun, she really looks like she's at home here and he loves that. He notices a slight crease in her brow, he realizes she's uneasy about something but when she writes many emotions usually play on her features so he just assumes it's that because honestly she's one of the sweetest girls you'd meet. She's consisting making sure everyone is okay, always smiling and talking to everyone and anyone. Always seeing the best in every situation never really seeing the bad, never letting the bad get to her.
Suddenly she pauses in the middle of whatever she was writing as a confused but adorable pout appears on her lips, seemingly forgetting what she was writing and he can't help the small laugh that falls from his lips at that expression. He doesn't notice the uneasy, concerned, almost scared look in her eyes as she had caught herself sketching those symbols as she writes, the words she had written were much darker then she wanted or realized.
She decides that's enough for today as hears his soft laughter. She sets her the pen and book down next to her before looking down at him with a cheeky smile and arched eyebrow. "Morning." She greets her now awake best friend and he smiles sleepily, happy she's still here and that smile makes her heart flutter.
"Morning...Happy Birthday, Emmy." He slurs out and she can't help but to laugh at how that sounds. His eyes light up at that as well. She shakes her head before meeting his eyes again.
"Come on, Si, wakey wakey. We're meant to meet Clary in less than an hour." She tells him with a smile and suddenly Simon feels much more awake as he moves to sit up.
"Really? Can we just sleep?" He whines because he stayed up way too late last night watching movies with her as reaches his arms out without really thinking about it as the loop around her, his hands meeting on her side furthest from him. Rather than making it awkward like most people would, she relaxes into his grip. She's a people person, she draws comfort from other peoples comfort and happiness.
"Nope, It's mine and hers birthday so you have no choice, hun." She speaks in a light soft tone, sweet smile on her face and he huffs out a laugh.
"Guess not." He agrees with a sigh acting reluctant but they both know he's not.
"Come on, I'll go get ready but I'll be back in half an hour so you can drive me." She tells him as pulls out of his grip almost bouncing with excitement to see her sister after the interview She heads back to her house to get ready with a spring in her step.
An hour later she's forgotten about the whole symbol thing and she's with her best friend again, at their all time favorite coffee shop waiting for Clary to come back from her big interview. Her interview is a sort of a make it or break it thing..well for a normal person it'd be but knowing Clary she wouldn't let getting rejected from one school stop her from chasing her dreams. Also, honestly, Clary has been amazing at drawing since the first time she picked up a pencil so it's amazing her sister is chasing her dreams and turning them into reality, that's something she has always admired about her sister. Yet Emma can't help but be worried because she's just realizing how much it means but she can clearly see how worried Simon is though about it as fingers tap against the cool table top without any real rhythm so she's not about to make it worse, she's going to make it better.
"Simon..." She starts gently, looking at him softly but his mind is racing right now and her speaking prompted his mouth to voice his anxious thoughts.
"Do you think Clary got in? Like she's amazing but what if they don't see it? Oh god, what if she doesn't g-" He looks up to her, eyes widening at his own panicked thoughts that are the same as Emma's but focusing on the hope.
"Simon..." She starts again, in a lower and softer voice than before in an effort to calm his nerves but also finding that it's kind of sweet he's that concerned. He shakes his head still fidgeting as he leans forward, forearms resting on the table and now bouncing his leg under the table rather then tapping his fingers on the table.
"Yeah? Yeah! I mean yeah obviously she going to get in. I mean why wouldn't she? Unless-" He rushes out, about to spiral.
"Simon!" She speaks louder, cutting him off instantly with a laugh because she kind of finds it endearing. He shuts his mouth, eyes snapping up to met hers with a sheepish look playing on his features that makes her smile softly. "Clary is an amazing artist, She's chasing her dreams and I'm sure it'll be fine." Her voice is so soft as amusement laced her words that she sounds so sure of and that's mostly because she is sure of everything she said. His lips quirk up at her reassurance because they both know Clary is persistent and on the off chance she doesn't get in she wouldn't let that hold her back. She would continue to follow her dreams no matter the setbacks its kind of admirable. Now that she thinks about it, she's not to worried.
"Em.." He starts looking at the green eyed girl with a grin on his face and she raises an eyebrow playfully for an answer. He leans forward. "You're amazing." He chuckles because she always knows what to say and what he needs to hear. She's a good friend, his best friend and he's been in love with he since the third grade. Her face lights up and she grins.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Si." She laughs softly as she lifts a shoulder, he shakes his head at her wearing a playful smile on his face about to make a remark when he pauses. He catches sight of this beautiful redhead over her shoulder and words that fall from his mouth change at the last moment.
"Speaking about Clary..." He speaks, grinning as he nods motioning over Emma's shoulder as he catches sight of the redhead only to frown as he see the look on the girls face. The blonde is quick to look over her shoulder to eyes flickering around to her disappointed looking sister slumping over to them. The blonde girl deflates with a sigh and forcing the whine in her throat to not escape at the realization that Clary didn't get in because even though she doesn't think one small set back while stop her she knows it will hurt her sister but before she can get up or speak up Simon is on his feet with his hands out in front of the redhead in a defusing manner.
"Give me the professors name and I will end them..." He promises, hating whoever made the redhead so disappointed but before he can continue Clary and Emma look up to him at the words that just fell from his lips. Simon moves his hands up, now into mock surrender. "..With a scathing letter to the dean." He retreats to sit back on his seat as Clary starts to take the seat next to her sister, dropping a letter on the table.
"Don't bother." Clary huffs out as she sits down and the blue eyed girl is quick to loop her arms around Clary's shoulders and pulling her close, forcing them into a sort of side hug that isn't too uncomfortable. Simon looks at the sisters, side by side they look exactly alike, the only difference is Clary has red locks and green eyes while Emma has this long blonde hair, almost a white shade of it and these bright blue eyes that contrast with it so beautifully. He shakes his head before picking up the letter on the table.
Furrowing her brow, Emma looks up at her sister only just registering the tone her sister and narrows her eyes in suspicion and when Clary sees the look on her sister face she grins, knowing the gig is up but she quickly looks back over to Simon at the sound of her friend gasping. He's wide eyed and his mouth falls open as he realizes that the redhead did indeed get into the art school of her dreams. The two can't help but start to laugh at the expression playing on his feature as he looks over to the twins.
"What..? Sad face." Simon speaks up in an amused shocked tone that has Emma laughing, looking over to Simon whose grinning and then back to Clary's who is also now laughing.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you just lied to us but I knew you'd get in." The blonde chuckles while her sister just grins at her, eyes lighting up, looking purely happy but knowing she couldn't lie to her sister as it's like impossible for anyone to do. She bumps her shoulder against the auburn haired girl.
"Oh, like you believed me for a moment." Clary huffs, all in good humor.
"Well played." Simon chuckles while a grin on his face, extending his hand in a fist and Clary bumps it with hers in celebration of her getting in.
"Thank you." She beams at them before she looks between her sister whose eyes eye bright who reaches up brushing a Blonde from her face then over to Simon. "You know it's weird, they kind of liked my assigned work, but they flipped out over the drawings for our graphic novel." She tells as she leans forward, forearms resting on the table while wearing thankful and prideful look on her face.
"You're welcome." He beams while Emma tilts her head looking down at the drawings "And you said the idea was stupid." Simon teases not at all meaning it because he knows how much she helped but also looking for her reaction.
"What? No! I would never say that." She argues, eyes wide at the accusation but that just makes Simon laugh harder and that's when she realizes he's messing with her. Clary lets out a little laugh and claps her sister on the shoulder. She clicks her tongue at him, Simon pokes out his in revenge and Emberlee being Emberlee pokes her tongue out in retaliation before throwing a wink at him.
Simon knows her well, she can be childish, but she has a heart of gold. She would never say a word to hurt anyone, she's always there and she can never let anyone go to sleep upset. She's always laughing or smiling, she's an amazing person to be around. You only need to talk to her for a few seconds before your grinning like a fool, just like she is.
Clary simply looks at the duo with amusement dancing in her eyes as she breaths a laugh at their games. Clary bumps her shoulders with hers sister's getting attention from her. The red head grins at her sister. "This day will go down in history as the greatest 18th birthday we've had."
"Which is why we are celebrating tonight." Emma beams, looking ecstatic because it's her birthday and she doesn't party to often because her and Clary are almost attached to the hip at all times so it can make things a little difficult at times but they wouldn't change it. She's also a social butterfly so parties are really her element because she gets to meet so many new people. But Emberlee knows tonight will be amazing, it always is when they go out together but she feels like tonight will be more than that. Every story starts somewhere and Emma thinks tonight is where her story will begin. Simon looks over at Emma with fondness, they've been friends forever and she's amazing. Simon nods slowly before speaking up.
"Yes, with Maureen, after our show." Simon confirms as the waitress sits a coffee in front of the red head and Simon before darting of. Emma grabs her drink up, bringing it to her lips as while her redheaded sister raises an eyebrow at their friend.
"Absolutely...So what's the deal with you and Maureen?" Clary pries and that makes Emma pauses, feeling her heart clench at the thought of Simon being with another girl. It hurts because she's may or may not been totally in love with the adorkable mess he is... only she totally is but she should have known this would of happened she just wishes she could work up the courage to actually tell him how she feels but she doesn't want to lose him. She lets out a sharp breath and shakes her head slightly as she takes a sip of her drink not wanting to hear his response because she thinks it might break her heart. Simon pauses at the question, coffee half way lifted to his mouth looking with a sheepish grin between his two best friends because he has no idea, he's kind of oblivious to the fact people can find him attractive or might even be in love with him, but aren't most people oblivious to that?
"What deal? No deal. We sing together." He speaks sort of confused at the question Clary asked him.
"You seriously don't know she's been crushing on you this whole time?"
"What? No. No." He stammers out, totally caught off guard by that because no he did not know that, why would Clary even think that. He frowns, looking over to the blue eyed twin who is looking away from him, with an almost hurt look on her face. Seeing that look on her face hurts him because he hates that she's feeling hurt but suddenly she looks back looking fine but it's a guarded look, he doesn't know why she's feeling like she needs guards up right now though it tugs at his heart to see that. Clary draws attention back to herself, looking at him with a sweetly bemused look on her pale features.
"Simon, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you? She asks sitting her piece of biscuit down on a bit of her sketchbook paper.
"I guarantee you, I'm not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake." He speaks in almost distant tone as his eyes tracing over to the blonde twin who he's been crushing on since third grade, his eyes linger for a moment then back to the red headed twin. He tilts his head as he notices her looking down at her drink with a frown.
"That's a latte." He snarks with a little chuckle and Emma relaxes at the new direction the conversation as she looks of to her auburn haired sister who is wearing a very confused expression on her face. Clary's eyes flick up to the male sitting across from her.
"But I could have sworn I had a biscotti." Clary pouts, clueless and a bit confused because she was certain she had one. Emma tilts her head, purses her lips slightly before giving her sister a thoughtful look while leaning forward.
"Oh, You know you could of ate it really fast and didn't even notice you did." The blue eyed girl suggests earnestly, trying to explain it and before Clary can say something in response Simon chimes in.
"Happens to me all the time. When I'm happy... when I'm sad." Simon continues, nodding in agreement looking directly at the blue eyed twin. Clary raises her eyebrows, letting out a huff of amusement at the duo while a smile dances upon her light pink painted lips. The duo break eye contact and look over to the redhead. Simon tilts his head looking at Clary, grinning.
"But I will replace your mythical biscotti with an actual one." Simon offers grabbing his and passing it to Clary who takes it looking thankful.
"Thank you." Clary chuckles.
"You know what? Here's to you." He raises his glass and both girls do the same clinking their cups together.
"L'chaim." They all say in unison but the blonde girl pauses when in the corner of her version she notices a drawing of a biscotti in Clary's sketch book and moment later Clary notices looking a little shocked. The sisters meet each others eyes with the same questioning gaze, the curiosity and confusion is evident on Emma's face but they both shrug it off after a moment, but not forgetting about it as they go back to talking to their friend.
After lunch with Simon and the news of Clary getting into Brooklyn's art academy the twin girls wind up head to their mothers antique store, under their apartment. The girls walk into the store only and not surprisingly to see Dot leaning on the counter reading tarot cards. "Hey Dot." The redhead grins and Dot huffs out a laugh when she looks up and Emma smiles brightly at her as the two sisters walk over.
"Hey girls." Dot greets them, smile playing on her lips as she looks back down to the cards before her. Clary leans over looking at them, almost trying to read them herself but in reality Clary has no clue what any of them means while Emma can't help but to play along with their mothers assistant as her eyes search the cards.
"So how's your future lookin'?" She ponders in a teasing tone while she watches Dot hum as she flips of a card of a golden chalice of sorts but flips it straight back down without hesitation.
"Not as good as yours. Hmmm. The tarot cards tell me you got into the advanced program." Dot grins looking up to the red head as the twins share an amused look at that before the redhead looks back to the older women with a dubious look on her face yet amusement dance in both of the girl's eyes.
"And by "the tarot cards," you mean, "Simon's Twitter account?" Clary asks with a tilt of her head and a raise of an eyebrow while the blue eyed girl cannot suppress the small huff of amusement that falls from her lips at the thought of it.
"Okay, I follow him. Mmm. Turns out, predicting the future with tarot cards is very complicated. But, I do see a birthday present in your girls's future."Dot admits defeatedly before finishing with a eager smile that has both twins beaming and the mention of them getting a present.
"Dot!" Clary gasps before looking to Emma with an excited look and Emma beams because she absolutely loves present and Dot always knows exactly what to get them. Dot looks at them playfully before she turns to her side, bending over at the waist as she pulls two bags out from behind the counter and setting them on the counter. Clary is practically bouncing with excitement as Emberlee is aswell before she grabs her bag. Her blue eyes and pale face lights up as she pulls the item from the bag seeing it's this amazing shirt. It's cute, not too sexy and not too much, it's perfect for her. She loves it and now she knows what she will be wearing tonight. She grins, holding the item close as she hears her sister comment.
"Wow." Clary breaths out in amazement loving the lacey shirt she was given and Emma makes a noise in agreement, looking to the older women.
"Oh my goddess, You are really Amazing, Dot." Emma thanks the women earnestly while wearing a huge grin upon her lips as her eyes shine. Dot smiles and tilts her head at the bright young adult.
"Yeah, you might want to keep that on the DL, 'cause your mom's my boss and I don't want her to flip out." Dot suggests in a teasing tone because the clothes are a little revealing and expensive.
"Yeah, but that's how we know it's cool." Emma Fray speaks in such a duh tone like it is the most obvious thing in the world, earning a few laughs from the other two females yet Clary shakes her head looking at the woman thoughtfully while wearing a huge grin upon her pale face.
"You know, you're way better at gift-giving than magically predicting the future." Clary advises Dot thoughtfully as she lets amusement dipping into her voice. Dot tilts her head and shrugs slightly.
"Nothing magical about it. I just buy the things I wanna wear. Happy birthday."
"Thank you. " Clary hugs Dot but Emma frowns slightly, suddenly realizing something is a little off with the way Dot is acting but she doesn't know what.
"I love you, Clary." Dot says into the hug okay this is weird for Dot, something is definitely wrong but Dot looks more concerned and grim while Emma watches her sister pull back from the hug. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she slips the clothing item in her hand back into the bag as she pushes her worries back, letting a smile reappear on her face.
"I love you, too." Clary admits as she pulls back from the older woman and that causes the blonde to look over, resulting with her locking eyes with the older women. Dot looks at the girl with an odd smile and a look in her eyes that has her a look Emma can not decipher, it likes like she's feeling threatened but she doesn't what is exactly the threat is. She knows only the air in the room is really uncomfortable and she wants her and her sister out of here.
"I love you too, Emberlee." It oddly sounds like a goodbye, it just the way Dot's speaking to them makes it sound like she knows something important that they do not. She uses Emma's full name which just...does something to her, it just sits wrong since almost no one calls her that. The look on Emma's face softens into one of concern as she takes a step forward. Dot's always been like an older sister to them and an amazing friend. They could always trust her but right now Emma can tell that Dot is hiding something from them and that just sits wrong with her. She wants to ask a million question but for now she will settle with one.
"I love you too... but are you okay?" She asks cautiously, knowing something is off and Dot presses her lips together knowing Emberlee has always been a curious and observant girl. Emma doesn't know what she's feeling but probably caution for Dot and protectiveness for Clary. She steps forward looking Dot over before she moves her hand that's by her side and interlaces her fingers with Clary as her posture straightens, feeling threatened. The redhead looks over to her at the sudden movement, wearing a slight frown upon her pink lips and confusion in her eyes. Clary can see the unsure look in her sisters eyes, the tense demeanor of her and Clary just knows they are both thinking the same thing about their mothers assistant, that something is very wrong.
The redhead stiffens a little, furrowing her brow as her eyes drag back to Dot who laughs nervously at the question. "Yeah..Yeah, happy birthday. Go up and see your mom." She laughs nervously and Emma, not being needed to be told twice, shares a brief look with her sister before, pulling her away, something Clary does not fight.
"Is she okay? Clary whispers as they walk of and Emma sighs.
"I really hope so.." She admits in a whisper, looking to her twin.
"But?"
"I have a bad feeling about tonight, Clary." She can't help but to admit and Clary feels really uneasy all of a sudden because her sister always look on the bright side so if she isn't, she has a good reason for it.
A moment later the girls are walking into their home, carrying their bags in their hands that are not intertwined with each other, something that makes them both calm, feeling slightly safer together. "Hey Mom!" The red head sister calls as they twins see their mother across the apartment. Their mother looks at the sound of her daughter and beams as she sets the laundry basket in her hands on the coffee table as she darts over while Emma finally lets go of her sister's hand.
"You did it! Yay!" The mother cheers coming over and encasing Clary in a hug that has Clary grinning while Emma moves swiftly grabbing Clary's bags with hers already and moving them to sit but the edge of the coffee table. She pauses looking to her mother with a funny look on her face as she thinks of something.
"You also follow Simon on twitter?" The blonde asks small smile play on her lips and not even trying to hide the obvious amusement playing in her voice and eyes as she lets herself fall onto couch, sinking into it. The mother looks over her shoulder to her older daughter.
"He only has 92 followers. He needs the re-tweets." Her mothers admits in a playfully sad manner as she pulls back from hugging her redheaded daughter. She looks over to the girl resting on the couch, who is shaking her head in amusement at her mother. Jocelyn smiles at the happy look on her daughters face for a moment before turning back to the daughter who just got into the art school. "Congratulations." Jocelyn speaks, very proud of her daughter following her dreams.
"Thank you. Hash tag, stalker mom." Clary laughs, silly and amused look in her eyes as Jocelyn pulls away from her older daughter turning back to the coffee table picking up two boxes with bows on them. Emma has a curious look on her face as her mother moves to sit next to her on the couch and motions for the redhead to as well. Clary moves, taking a seat on the couch sharing an excited look with her sister as their mother hands them each a box, both excited to be given another gift.
The blonde takes the small box in hand and very carefully opens it only to furrow her brow as she see what's sitting inside of it. It's a silver, slender sort of object that is about the size of a pen yet she has no idea what it is. Ever so carefully she picks up the object gently for she was slightly afraid of it breaking in her hands until she realized it was solid. She rests the box it was in back onto her knees as she looks it over in her hands, examining it with curiosity obvious in her eyes.
Jocelyn can not help but to smile softly when she sees the curious look on her twins faces."Happy Birthday Girls. It's called a stele." She speaks up as explanation but the explanation doesn't answer any of the questions in the girls's minds.
"Uh, What's a stele?" Emma asks with a slight chuckle, not knowing what this thing in her hands is but liking it because it is quite beautiful in an antique sort of way but as soon as the words leave her mouth she pauses. The word sounds familiar to her as as she looks at it it even looks very familiar but she can't place it.
"Is it like a paper weight?" Clary asks dumbly and Jocelyn chuckles, shaking her head at her daughters confusion.
"No, it's much more than that. It's very ancient. I want you to two have them. They're family heirlooms." Jocelyn tells her daughters and the twins share a look of confusion at the information. Jocelyn notices straight away by the look on Emma's face the girl knows something but doesn't know what exactly.
"Wait, We Fray's have heirlooms?" Emma asks taken back because she didn't know that and they had no family apart from the three of them so it never even occurred to her that they could. Clary seems equally surprised at this revelation.
"A few." Their mother admits looking between the two girls. The blonde looks her stele over and pauses feeling like her blood froze in her veins as she recognizes a symbol that is carved onto it. It's the same one that was drawn on every page of her book. She furrows her brow, feeling so confused so she decides to speak up, making it sound a little casual.
"You know, it's weird. I doodled something that looked like this this morning. I must have seen this around the house somewhere." Emma admits her voice sounding a little strange, holding it out to show her older twin who leans forward, brows knit together as she brushes some of her red hair out of her face.
"You did? Must be because I drew it as well." Clary shrugs, not too bothered by it but Emma looks uncomfortable and suddenly their mother look extremely concern for them, looking to both daughters quickly.
Jocelyn desperately knows she needs to tell her children the truth because the protections are fading putting them in even more danger then ever. Emma was starting to notice out of place things, she had started writing the stories, the stories of their history, she had started questioning her mothers past more lately which was always met by excuses and lies but Emma knew something was off. Emma was always smart girl, not many people realize that since she's this bright bubbly blonde who was a cheerleader in high school, they all assume she's just a dumb blonde who doesn't know anything but that's not even close to the truth. She has always been a observant and curious creature but now it's finally time to tell them both the truth.
"Honey, I need to..." Their mother starts looking worried but they are cut off as her phone chimes. The blonde doesn't hesitate as she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulling it out. She reads over the message seeing it is from Simon and typing put a quick reply before looking at both her mother's and sister's expected gazes.
"Simon. He's on his way over." She tells her sister as she pushes herself up from the couch and Clary's quick to follow suite, reaching to grab their bags but their mother looks uneasy.
"But we need to talk." Their mother insists and Clary sighs as she passes her sister her bag, setting it on the table in front of her.
"We can't right now. We gotta change. We're going to see Champagne Enema tonight." Clary tells their mother who is taken back in confusion, not knowing if she heard that correct.
"What?" Jocelyn asks, baffled and Clary shakes her head.
"Yeah, I know. It's the new band name. But Simon and Maureen are taking us out after." Clary darts off and Emma puts the stele back in the box as and holds onto it her hand as she meets her mothers eyes.
"We really need to talk." Jocelyn pleads and Emma slumps, just wanting to get ready to go out.
"What about? Can you be quick?" Emma asks trying to be polite but really needing to start getting ready as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
"Your eighteen now and your life is about to change." Her mother speaks softly and thinking she knows where this is going Emma cuts her mother off with a sigh.
"We've already had the talk mom. It's sweet you're worried but can we talk about all this tomorrow over breakfast?" The bright blonde teen suggests and her mother looks reluctant at that but then the duo both hear the red head sister call for Emberlee from their shared bedroom.
"Fine." Her mother caves as Emberlee starts to head off, grabbing the bag from the table and heads to the bedroom she shares with her twin.
Once she finishes getting ready she sets her hairbrush down on a piece of Clary sketching paper before she turns to the redhead, complimenting how her sister looks as she shrugs on her own jacket that goes perfect with the outfit. For a reason she's not sure and in the moment she slips the stele into her jacket pocket and her notebook in the large inner pocket of her jacket. The only reason the jacket has the inner pocket is because it was Simon's and Emma thought it was unfair that some guys jackets had large inner pockets and she wanted one too so she can bring her notebook. Simon ended up letting her keep the jacket.
Before she heads out to the kitchen she pauses throwing one more glance to the mirror noticing the end, untied portion, of her braid is a little tangled. She goes to grab her brush to find it no where in sight. She frowns, not noticing the new writing etched onto Clary's sketching paper as she asks her sister if she has another brush.
After she's done she heads out to the kitchen. She completely lights up when she sees Luke, her mothers best friend, who Emma is very close with and totally thinks he should be dating her mother because it's so obvious with how much he cares and how he looks at her. Plus she's always been so close to Luke, sometimes she's closer to him than her mother. "Luke!" She beams eyes lighting up and smiling brightly causing the NYPD detective to look over to teen who is rushing over to them. She ends up coming to a stop when she reaches the counter standing next to her mother and across from Luke. She leans forward, resting her forearms on the table and he can't help but to smile at her because she a kind hearted girl who always see's the best in things and is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in and protect those she cares about but she can let curiosity rule her at times. She's so good...most of the time but he also knows she can be such a firey girl at other times, always throwing the things or details you don't think anything anyone will ever notice right in your face.
They may not be good traits for a soon to be shadow hunter or they may, it's how she'll use it that will determine how good of a shadowhunter she'll be. He thinks she could be an amazing one if she puts her mind to it and doesn't let herself drift off all the time.
"Happy Birthday, Emberlee." He says as he reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out a rectangle box, her head tilts and eyes widen in curiosity as he hands it to her. She has a small smile playing on her lips as opens it she can't help the squeal from her lips, at the jade necklace inside of it. Her face lights up and there's no doubt her smile could like up the darkest of cities.
She sets the box down as she darts over, pouncing on the man and wrapping her arms around his middle with her head against his chest. Jocelyn looks at the scene with fondness as Luke laughs at the blonde teen girl clinging to him. After a long moment she pulls back and is almost bouncing with excitement. "Oh my god! Thank you! You didn't need to!" She grins pulling back from his and he just shakes his head, chuckling.
"Yes, I did." He speaks with more seriousness in his voice because she has no idea what the necklace really is or what the meaning behind it is but she doesn't seem to notice and she looks over grabbing the box and handing it to him, expectantly.
"Can you put it on? Please!" She asks eagerly and he looks over to Jocelyn who is watching slightly amused before he nods. The girl spins around as he grabs the necklace from the box. Her hands reach up to her hair to hold her out of the way as he clips it onto her neck, the green gem hanging against her chest. She looks to her mother as he puts it on. "Where did you get it? I swear to god Mom If you don't marry Luke I will." She chuckles and Luke almost falters at that but he's thankful that he's just finished putting it on her as the other Fray daughter comes over stopping the progressing of that conversation.
"Hey Luke, what are you doing?" Clary smiles as she comes over and Emma realizes he's finished, when his hands drop from her lets her hair back down and spins to face Clary while Luke picks up a cart of spray paints, setting them in the table.
"Happy Birthday, Clary." He tells the younger twin who beams because getting Clary art stuff is the same as basically giving Emma anything.
"Awesome!" Clary beams and Emma swiftly moves over to stand by her sister, still feeling excited.
"If I catch any of that paint on city walls, I will arrest you." He warns the red head with no real heat behind it but Clary shrugs, clearly not worried as the brunette's hand touches the gem hanging from her neck causing the detective to look at her. The necklace she bares, now hanging from her neck, resting on her chest was one he got almost two decades ago and is so much more powerful than she'll ever realize because he hopes she'll never be put in a position where she'll have to realize it but either way it will help her for what's to come. He shakes his head, looking over to the other twin catching sight off something.
"Did your mom talk to you about those? The heirlooms." He asks pointing to Clary's stele hanging out of her pocket and Emma is the one to nod in confirmation.
"Yeah, they're really pretty." She speaks up with a smile on her lips and Clary hums in agreement as she slips her stele back more securely into her pocket. Luke sighs looking between the girls hoping the shadow world won't change them too much but he already knows it will.
"Look girls, you're turning Eighteen.." He starts only to be cut off by the younger and red headed twin who groans at that.
"What is with you guys?" Clary demands, looking between every pointedly, stealing the words from the tip of her sisters tongue.
"Yeah, It's not like we're gong on some epic journey." Emma agrees, crossing her arms over her chest but no one has time to respond before Simon saunters into the apartment, coming up behind her.
"But you are! See, we are going to Lombardi's to celebrate your birthday after our gig." He speaks with excitement and she has to let out a laugh as she looks over to him which he responds with cheekily raising an eyebrow but their mother speaks up before either one can say another word.
"You should come back here after. The city's not that safe right now." Her mother suggests clearly worried right now and that throws Emma off a little. She looks to her mother.
"Okay, now you're acting strange? What do you mean?" Emma asks, furrowing her brow wondering why all of a suddenly people are being strange.
"It's just-" Her mother starts.
"Ah, thanks, Mom, but we're set." Clary speaks up, cutting Jocelyn off, frustrating Emma at the lack of answer.
"Yeah, we will take a rain check." Simon confirms and the group starts to leave but Simon pauses looking back at the man and woman still there. "Wait. Do I smell chicken cacciatore?" Simon asks, smile forming on his lips as that is his all time favorite dish of Jocelyn's. The blonde girl just tilts her head looking at him with a small smile.
"Simon, your gig." The blonde reminds him, letting amusement dip into her tone.
"Oh, you're singing?" Luke asks, surprised at this as he looks up.
"Yes, big gig. And by big, I mean not so." Simon laughs as Jocelyn moves over pulling her daughter into a hug but the hug gets too tight when the girls try to pull back after a moment.
"Losing circulation here" Clary chokes out as Simon and Luke look at each other doing the 'I'm watching you' gesture to each other.
"Breakfast, All three of us, tomorrow. Promise?" Jocelyn insists.
"Promise." Emma manages to chock out and finally after a pause their mother lets them go and the two girls can breath normally once again. Without hesitation the girls and Simon start to head off. Emma giggling as she hops onto Simon's back for a piggy back ride, he doesn't seem to mind at all as he and Clary just laugh as they leave to have what they thought would be the best 18th birthday ever but it wouldn't exactly go to plan as they have no idea what this night has held for them.
Hello so thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Been working on this one for a while now and this is a really long chapter! I would love to hear what you think about Emma and how she writes things! Honestly for real I love how I described it in the first two paragraphs, Did you? (Yes I know genetics don't work like they have with Clary and Emma but there are reasons here.)
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