Ermagerd. I have had such bad writers block! So sorry It's been a while since I've updated! Gah. Please, any Malec ideas? Any fluffy suggestions? They would help so much for filler chapters, which this basically is. Seriously guys, anything, anything at all, you will be credited for any ideas I use! Ahhh so anyways, read review, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any OC's
Apparently, the Silent Brothers were expecting us, because when we got there they were ready for the ritual. Brother Zachariah and an Iron Sister, I think her name was Sister Dolores, were the ones to perform the birth rites for me.
Sister Dolores wore a long white gown with electrum wire around her waist and on her wrists. The weird thing is, she doesn't appear to have any wrinkles whatsoever, and her bright orange eyes make her look vibrantly young, yet she also looks ancient, despite her lack of blemishes.
The actual ritual itself took no longer than 30 minutes, but it seemed to drag on forever. I was stretched out on an uncomfortable table while the Brother and Sister chanted together, Brother Zachariah's voice in my mind, and Sister Dolores' voice out loud. The words were spoken in an unfamiliar language that sounded older than time, making ancient Latin and Greek sound contemporary. During the chanting, they drew runes of protection on my skin. They burned more than normal runes, but after they were done, I felt protected.
Before I knew it, I was in a cab with my mother and heading towards Luke's bookstore. The ride went by in a peaceful silence, and when we got home, Luke greeted us with pizza.
"Hey! How'd it go?" he asked my mom and I, giving me a hug and my mom a kiss. They've been engaged for the longest time, but with the recent events, it's been postponed indefinitely.
"It was fine, I guess. I wouldn't really know," I sigh and leave my mom and Luke to talk. Seeing the untouched pizza, I grab a couple slices and heat it up. After grabbing a can of soda, I go to the small dining area that is connected to the living room. As soon as I enter, Luke and mom stop talking and turn to stare at me.
"What?" I mumble around a bite of food. Jocelyn came and sat across from me and Luke left with a sheepish smile and a small wave.
"I figured that we need to talk," she smiled at me and I set down my pizza and wiped the grease from my fingers.
"About?" I prompt with an expectant look.
"I just thought you would want to talk about why I made you move back home," Jocelyn stated with a puzzled expression.
"I know why. I technically got myself killed, and then went clubbing a couple days after without permission. I'm sure Jace factors into the equation somewhere," I shrug and continue to eat. "I'm not going to argue about it. It's pointless, and it'll just piss us both off."
"No arguments?" her eyebrows all but disappeared into the hair on her forehead in a look of utter disbelief.
"No, but it's going to make things a lot harder, you know," I sigh a bit more dramatically than needed. Maybe if I play it up a little, she'll relax and let me go back to the Institute.
"Yes, going there every day to train will be difficult, but you're going to have to get used to it. And, this isn't all about Jace. I'm sure he is a great trainer, but he's your boyfriend too; You have to remember, I was a teenager once too."
"Mom!" I whine, "You can't seriously think that-" I tried to complain, but she cut me off.
"I just want you to be safe. You can talk to me about anything, and if you need to be put on the pill-" she states calmly, but it's my turn to cut in.
"MOM!" I yell, trying to get her attention. She looks at me with a concerned-mother type of look. "Mom," I say again, but more calmly this time, "I am still a virgin, okay? You don't need to worry about that. What I was talking about was something completely different."
"Well, you don't need to yell, although I'm glad you're still a virgin. I'm still putting you on birth control, though, just to be safe," Jocelyn says.
"What? Mom- ugh," I sigh and bury my hands in my face before continuing. "Okay, whatever, I'll take it. I wanted to tell you that Isabelle and I want to be paired as parabatai."
With a gasp, mom jumps out of her chair, rushes to my side, and gives me an awkward half hug since I'm still sitting and she is standing.
"Clary, that's wonderful! Are you sure about this, though? I know how that girl gets, she won't take no for an answer," my mom only questions my judgment because she's obligated to as a mother; I can tell that she's excited for me since she never had a parabatai.
"Yes, mom, I'm positive. She's my best friend, besides Simon, and the only girl-friend I've ever had. When we fight, we're perfectly in sync, and we're so much better when we fight together," I explain with a smile.
"I hope that you're not thinking that this will get me to allow you living back at the Institute so soon, though. You're not getting off that easily, but you and Isabelle both know that she's more that welcome to live or stay here whenever she wants. It's hard for new parabatai to be apart from each other for a while after the pairing," my mom says with a large smile, but I groan inwardly at the part about me not living at the Institute anytime soon.
When we finished eating, I wandered off to my room to unpack what little belongings I had at the Institute. Sadly, my meager belongings only included the orange bed spread I bought to brighten up my white room at the Institute, some books, art supplies, and clothes. I put everything in the correct places and settled onto the purple duvet on my bed with my phone. The notification light was blinking, so I scrolled through my messages to see two from Izzy and one from Jace.
Hey, how'd it go? Was your mom mad? –Izzy
ANSWER YOUR PHONE PLEASE! I'm dying of curiosity over here. –Izzy
Text me when you get this, just wanna make sure your mom didn't kill you. -Jace
The first one was from about an hour ago, and the second one was more recent, but Isabelle was just being impatient. Eh, she can wait a bit longer, I think with a smirk and reply to Jace first.
Nope, I'm alive! You think I can't protect myself? :P –C
Seconds later, the phone buzzed twice, meaning I received two messages.
Well, you did kind of get knocked out the other day…(; -Jace
The second message was from none other than Isabelle.
I'm sitting across the table from Jace, and I know you text him! He always smiles at your messages. Don't make me come over there to get answers! –Izzy
With an eye roll, I reply swiftly so the impatient girl doesn't hemorrhage over my reply speed.
I'm busy. Call you later? –C
You're texting Jace! Obviously not busy. :( -Izzy
Someone needs a Xanax. Calm yourself, woman. I'll ttyl. –C
Jerk. You're gonna make me get cold feet about this parabatai thing. –Izzy
No you won't. You love me. BYE IZZY! –C
After making myself clear, Izzy doesn't text me again. Now that I dodged Izzy's persecution, I text Jace back.
Well, I didn't see you coming to the rescue, now did I? –C
Apparently, Jace took my message the wrong way, because seconds later, my phone was ringing the Game of Thrones theme and Jace's caller ID picture popped up. The second I picked up, I was bombarded with apologies.
"Clary, I didn't mean it like that. I know, I should have been there and I'm so sorry I wasn't," Jace breathed out in a rush and I chuckled over the line.
"I was just giving you a hard time, Jace, calm down. It's not your fault that I didn't stay in formation and wandered off," I say in a soothing voice with a light tone.
"Really, Clary. I should have been there, but I wasn't. I let you get hurt," he replied, trying to apologize still.
"Jace. Stop," I say in a firm voice, and he shuts up. "No one is to blame here, okay? I'm alive and well. Please stop apologizing."
"Okay, fine," Jace grumbles into the other line. I smile, and thank him before asking him why Isabelle is so antsy.
"Oh that? That's just Isabelle being Isabelle. She's probably worried your mom's not going to let you guys pair," Jace laughed into the phone, and some background noise came through the line. "Speak of the devil!" Jace sighs before crackling noises come through and Izzy's angry voice starts shouting.
"What's going on, Clary?" Isabelle yells and I have to pull the phone away so I don't blow an eardrum.
"Calm. Down. Isabelle," I say slowly into the phone.
"I just want to stay in the loop. This is all nerve-wracking! I talked to Maryse, and she'll contact the Council as soon as your mom agrees," Isabelle says in a much more normal voice.
"Well, my mom is cool with it," I start and Izzy starts to squeal again in delight, but I cut her off. "I still have to live with my mom and Luke, though. Not forever, but for a while. I think that's supposed to be like a punishment."
"Well, not a very good one, really! You can just portal in and out as you please," Isabelle laughs at the petty sentence.
"Yeah, I guess so. Can I talk to Jace again? I gotta go soon," I explain, hoping that she buys my excuse. Luckily for me, Isabelle isn't paying much attention and lets me go.
"Finally, I thought she'd never leave me be!" I say dramatically, and Jace laughs at the other end.
"Yet, you're going to become parabatai. Don't you think that's a little weird?" Jace asks.
"Don't get me wrong, I love her to death! She's the only girl I've ever been friends with and I trust her completely. It's just that she is so…energetic," I say, finally deciding a word that describes Izzy perfectly.
"Whatever you say, Red. Whatever you say," he chuckles.
After a while on the phone talking, we finally say goodnight and hang up. I brush my teeth and change into pajamas, I climb under the covers and turn my table lamp on. I start doodling and sketching whatever comes to mind. My hand started drawing of its own accord, and I just went with the flow. My sketchbook is to me, like a diary is to other girls. Or boys. I use it to express my feelings, and the outcome ended up being pretty cool.
It was a simple pencil sketch college of random things. I drew Church looking expectant, waiting to be fed, and I drew Brother Z the way he looked earlier while performing the ceremony- he looked much more life-like than the rest of the Silent Brothers, and he had eyes and his mouth was not sewn shut like the rest.
I also drew a target that had multiple daggers stuck into it, and upon closer inspection, I realized that I had drawn a face on the bulls-eye. It was a familiar girl with light hair and dark eyes, and she had a smirk on her face.
As soon as I realized who it was, I instantly felt guilty. I had drawn Adira, my new trainer, as a target. I contemplated scrubbing out the face, but decided to leave it thinking, Why not? I quickly got over the guilt and laughed a little at my handiwork. I haven't even known the girl for long, but she sure as hell didn't give a very pleasant first impression.
Ugh, I have training tomorrow, I think to myself with a frown as I try to drift off to sleep. Eventually, the darkness consumed me and I fell into a blissful, dream-free sleep.
Okay so there you go, not the best but whatever. It's gonna have to work for now. Any suggestions on how to get out of a writers block? Any requests for fluff? Anything, people!
I want to recommend a story to you guys! Go check out Red and Gold by sharky-clarky, I beta for that story and it's really good! Also, any story by Wisterian Princess is good! Looooove her writing! You guys have any suggestions for me to read?
Oh, BTW, I'm now writing in first person, it's so much easier. Sorry for the sudden change!
