Hello beautiful people! Right from the folder of pendants we have the seventh chapter of this story!

Okay, I need to sleep more, sorry! You see, I'm just buried under pendant work right now (yeah, I know that you're going to say "isn't that how yo always are?", but just let me have my moment, alright?). See, I have a contest coming for next week and some other things and classwork and 27 pages to transwrite and... I'm a little tired at the moment, but hey, at least I'm publishing this on time, right?

Well, the explanation for this chapter is easy and almost comical: my friend (the one who is always helping me with these things)were talking about if warlocks changed color as they grew, so the idea for it making it to this collection of one-shots appeared. "It would be nice to have someone ask it, wouldn't it?" At first we thought about Izzy, but then we decided to go for Robert because, really, after what he asked Magnus in Born to Endless Night it's not even bizarre to imagin him inquiring this!

Alright, enough of me, I'll let you read!


Didn't Matter


Robert Lightwood was many things, but no one, not ever, would have dares ay that he was foolish. Oh no, he was a fighter, a leader, a warrior―he wasn't amused easily, he wasn't taken by surprise, he wasn't impressed. End of the story.

Unless of course that the matter concerned his grandson, then Robert Lightwood was a box of surprises and his whole family had yet to realize that.

A colorful example of that issue was that one time in which they had gathered at Magnus and Alec's loft and Robert had decided to… show off his chemistry skills.

They were sitting at the living room, distributed in two different couches, with Maryse, Isabelle and Simon situated at one and Jace, Magnus and Robert sitting on the other one. At the same time, Isabelle was holding Max in her knees and Clary was sitting on the floor, with her flexed legs under her; Alec, on his side, kept traveling from the living room to the kitchen so often that he had given up a seat and was now standing next to his father, who was showing a deep interest in the tea cup he held in his hands.

"Is it like that for warlocks, Magnus?" Robert asked suddenly, still not raising his gaze from the amber liquid.

"Excuse me?" Magnus uttered in astonishment as the voices and laughter died behind him, everyone wearing confused gazes and furrowed brows.

"I mean, when the demon trait on a warlock is the color of his skin, does it happen like it does with coffee or tea?" he inquired, finally meeting gazes with his son-in-law.

"I beg your pardon?" the warlock repeated, blinking in confusion.

"Like, you know when you have your coffee and then you pour milk into it or more water into a cup of tea and the color diminishes?" Robert explained, which only caused them all to become even more confused and wonder whether or not if there was a problem with what Robert was drinking.

"You mean the dissolution?" Alec inquired, taking a seat on the armrest next to his father. "The chemistry phenomenon?"

"No, no, no!" the older shadowhunter refused, shaking his head repeatedly. "I mean, yes, but how about that warlock friend of yours, Miss Catarina Loss, her skin is blue too, isn't it, but it's a lot lighter than Max's, see?" he pointed out, but his explanation only made his family worry more for his sanity.

"Yes, so?" Isabelle inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"What I'm asking is, does it happen like this when a warlock whose demon trait is the skin color grows? Does the color changes and becomes softer as he ages or something?"

Finally understanding what Robert was asking, Magnus gasped in realization… although that didn't mean that he knew the answer any better, for as far as he'd known Catarina she'd always been the same color—not that he minded or payed attention to such a thing, really.

"No…?" Magnus started to say as he reached in his memories for any in which his friend had been of a more intense color.

"What kind of question is that?" Simon whispered to Clary, who nodded in agreement, shuddering.

On her side, Maryse seemed to be in deep thought, considering Robert's words closely, exhaustively. Alec appeared just… done.

Before any of the adults could answer or even figure out a comeback good enough to please Robert's demands, Max suddenly jumped from Isabelle's lap and awkwardly stumbled his grandfather's way, until he finally reached Robert and gestured to pick him up.

Holding back a sigh, the shadowhunter smiled softly and leaned down to place his cup in the coffee table.

"It doesn't matter" he muttered, taking the toddler in his arms to place him in his lap while the boy shrieked in delight.

"Perhaps you can all try such a hypothesis with Max" Jace proposed, although Maryse and Isabelle had already resumed their previous conversation.

"Doesn't matter" the shadowhunter repeated, smiling down at his grandson fondly as he tickled him, provoking excited squeaks.

Behind his father, Alec rolled his eyes, even when the easy smile on his lips gave him away. Seriously, had someone told him this would be a regular sight for him he'd believed that someone was crazy, but there he was and there they were, and this was home and it felt right.

Who knew, maybe it really didn't matter after all, no stupid question and no physical aspect when there was love in between. Which he'd made sure to have when it came to his family.


I know, I know, too cheesy! Just let me have my fluff!

By the way and before I forget, I think that I've written enough of this story with Robert and it makes me think "Hey you, where is Maryse supposed to be?" So, before you start complaining about that, I've been meaning to write soemthing with her, but I just don't seem to find a plot, so, if any of you do, please feel free to put it on the comment section!

Well, I gues that's all for now! I really hope you liked it and please don't forget to comment! Love ya'!