CrimzieLightwood: My imagination, reviews and how well I know the characters all help give me ideas for Chapters. But the last few chapters have seen me run out of ideas, so i don't know how long I can keep this story going. I have taken your suggestion and have done this chapter from the point of view of Sophie and Gideon's children. I have also developed your idea a little bit of Charles having a crush on Barbara. I hope you are OK with this?
I am really struggling with ideas, so if anyone has any suggestions let me know, if not, this may be the last chapter.
I own nothing but the plot!
***Barbara P.O.V***
They say that your parents are one of your biggest influences on your life, which is why I'm so happy I have the parents that I did. They put me, Eugenia and Thomas first, ahead of themselves every single time. When people have children, they put their own lives on hold for them, but I had never heard either of them complain, not once about it. The love they had, not just for us but for each other was obvious. Add that to the fact they were (in my opinion) two of the bravest Shadowhunters around made me think: If I'm half the people my parents are, I'd feel as though as I'd done a good job at life.
Not only did they make sure we were loved but they (and the other London Institute Shadowhunters) that us Children spent a lot of time together, which I loved. Any time I got to spend with my cousins, the Herondale and Fairchild children was precious, and often involved a lot of laughter and adventures. Being the oldest two, Charles and I became honorary parents. I embraced the responsibility but, as time went on, I couldn't help but get the feeling that Charles's feeling toward me went beyond friendship. I didn't return these feelings, as I had known him for so long, that anything else would just be weird. Every time he made an advance, I turned him away, not that this stopped him. One night I was complaining about it to my mother, when she decided to tell me how she and my father had started out. Apparently father had taken a liking to her, but for a number of reasons, she kept him at arms distance, and even rejected him. But Father kept trying, and she realized he was serious, so she eventually gave her heart to him, and hadn't looked back. The similarities between their origins, and what was happening with me was a surprise, so keeping that in mind I decided to give Charles a go.
***Eugenia P.O.V***
It's often said that the middle child is the hardest, as you have to fight harder for your parents affections. The oldest, is well the first born, therefore gets a special part in their parents hearts, and the youngest is the baby of the family. As the baby of our family was a boy, so would keep the family name going, there was even more reason for Thomas to get our parents affection, and well the middle child is just well, the middle child. If there was the 'curse of the middle child' I never felt it. My Parents loved me, my sister and my brother equally. Yes their reasons may have been different for loving each of us, but we were still their children, and they loved us unconditionally.
Apparently before I was born, my grandfather has disgraced the family name, but tried to put the blame onto my father. But Father and Uncle Gabriel (whom we would occasionally call Uncle Gabby in tribute to what Barbara used to call him when she was little) had worked hard to redeem the family name. They did it out of their love for their families. It made me so proud of them, and proud to be a Lightwood, as they proved that even what seemed impossible could be achieved in the name of love.
***Thomas P.O.V***
Being the youngest, with two older sisters was both a blessing and a curse. Being a sick child also added to the matter. On the one hand, I could get away with so much, which was the blessing. The curse however that I was either being over protected or bossed about. Being part of such a massive group of Shadowhunters had its problems. I didn't like crowds, preferring the company of a select few, like my best friend Matthew. My sister Barbara however seemed to love the chaos that our large London Institute family brought. I have no idea why, but that's big sisters for you. They never make any sense.
