Hi- remember me? no i didn't die or move to the 1800's. heh heh. sorry about the millenia-long wait. So this chapter is very short and I actually wrote it about a year and a half ago as part of a bigger chapter which i have yet to finish. that will be chapter 11 i guess. anyway,
Enjoy!
Jace woke up slumped uncomfortably in a chair. Afternoon light was streaming through a window to his right and his mouth tasted disgusting. Like vomit. His teeth felt fuzzy.
He was in Alec's room, in the shirt and pants he'd worn yesterday. No jacket though, that was hung on a hook on the far wall, his boots placed neatly below it. He was wrapped in the warm cream-colored wool blanket that usually lay at the end of Alec's bed. The bedsheets were folded neatly. Alec was nowhere to be seen.
Pushing the blanket aside, Jace stood up. Stretched, his muscles protesting movement after sleeping in such a cramped position. He examined his right hand, the skin of the palm was tight and clean, newly pink. The fading shape of an iratze barely showed on the back. He folded the blanket and laid it on the end of the bed. Picked up his boots and jacket and left thought the door. The hallway was dark compared to the brightness of the room. He came to his room, three doors down, went inside and set down his boots and jacket.
After showering and brushing his teeth Jace put on jeans and a t-shirt and left barefoot in search of food. The kitchen was empty, dirty dishes piled haphazardly beside the sink. Mayrse would have had a fit. In the refrigerator Jace found Hodge's usual neatly labeled containers, as well as half a purple cabbage and an open can of wet cat food. His search through the cabinets proved more successful, he emerged with a box of soda crackers, a can of tomatoes, and a jar of raspberry jam. He spread the jam on the crackers and ate the tomatoes with a fork. It wasn't bad.
Church sauntered into the room, leaped up on the counter.
"You know you're not supposed to do that," said Jace. Church just gave him a look and sniffed the tomatoes disdainfully. Jace scratched him behind the ears. The gray cat purred. Isabelle walked in.
"I hope you're not feeding him again, he's fat enough." Church hissed at her. "You are too." She opened the refrigerator. "I thought I'd make dinner."
"Where's Alec?"
"I dunno, probably the library. How does uh...cabbage sound?"
"I already ate," said Jace, offering the cat some jam. Church declined
"What, crackers? That doesn't count as food."
"And what you cook does?"
"Shut up." Isabelle closed the fridge, sighed. "I'll order takeout, happy?"
Jace smiled sweetly at her. "Incandescently." He walked toward the door. "Tell me when it gets here, I'll be in the training rooms." Church followed him, tail high in the air.