i think I should start with some explanations. It might clear some things up, but mainly for interest.
The Names- I have always liked the name Arianne. It's a beautiful name. I came to the conclusion, that if I had a son, I would name him Christopher.
The Powers- I didn't want the powers to be too weird, just subtle. if you look a them, they really are Subtle, just annoying. I think Ari's power will be the most annoying.
As the story goes along, I will add more explanations.
Chapter 6: Beautiful Lights and Abusing the Powers
CPOV My family was never one to celebrate Christmas when I was growing up. We'd get a few presents, and that was it. But for the past six years, I have celebrated it. Even Simon, my Jewish best friend, celebrated it too for Isabelle. Our Christmas tree was elaborately decorated. Beautiful orbs hung on the green stems hung lightly. I longed to draw this, but nothing could capture the magnificence. Unlike Chris, Ari did not have a talent for drawing. She was more like Jace in that regard. As Alec once told me, "He can't even draw a straight line."
Chris and Ari were excited, of course. They always organized the presents under the tree. Both of them, like Jace, had an intolerance for messiness. Thank the Angel for that quality. If Jace wasn't the other inhabitant in our room, my paints and sketchbooks would be scattered everywhere. My clothes would be out of my closet, and hung over chairs and tables. Jace even taught them how to play Christmas carols on the piano. They both enjoyed running their fingers over the keys, making melodies. I sat on the couch, watching the lights flicker on the tree. I could distantly hear Jace talking to the kids. "By the angel, it's ten forty! Get to bed. Now."
I heard the shuffling of tiny feet and the groaning of my two children. Jace walked into the living room, huffing tiredly. "You can fight demons for hours and watching our kids knocks the wind out of you in a few minutes." I teased.
He glared at me playfully and wrapped an arm around me. I leaned into him, taking in the smell that hasn't changed for the past seven years. Lemons and sunshine. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "Everything." I replied. "How far we've gotten since that day at Pandemonium. I mean, I discovered a world that I thought could never exist. My best friend got turned into a vampire and my stepfather is a werewolf. I fell in love for the first and only time. My heart has been crushed and rebuilt so many times. The brother I had always wanted was a murdering demon psychopath. I killed my father. My mom finally married the man that she deserves. I got married to the most loving person in the world. I have two beautiful children. I have come farther than anyone has."
Jace kissed me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers in his hair. I could never get old of his kisses. We paused, breathing heavily. I leaned close to him. The brown flecks in his gold eyes shone brightly in the firelight. I never wanted to let this moment go. I closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Somewhere, the clock chimed midnight, waking me up. Jace was still awake and smiling. "Merry Christmas, Clary."
Four years later...
JPOV "
You know that's impossible." I was telling my wife. She rolled her wide green eyes. "Did you really think that our kids would be normal?" she asked.
"It was more of wishful thinking." I said, smirking. Clary sighed. "Chris, come here."
My eight year old son appeared at the the door of the kitchen within ten seconds. "You called, Mom?"
"Where were you?" Clary asked. "The weapons room with Uncle Alec" he responded.
I calculated the distance. That was a three minute walk at least. "How did you get here?" I inquired.
"I don't know." he said, staring at his shoes. "One second I was learning about the origins of the seraph blade, and the next thing I know, I'm here. I knew I had to come to the kitchen, so I just thought about where the kitchen was, and appeared here." I looked at Clary. "Are you saying that he can teleport?"
"That," she said. "Is exactly what I am saying."
"Unbelievable." I muttered. "Couldn't he have gotten something normal? Like...rune creating?"
Clary snorted. "I wouldn't call that normal, Jace. I mean, you can jump off of twelve story buildings. I wouldn't judge." I sighed. "Okay. What are we going to do now?"
Clary smirked, her green eyes bright. "The only thing we can do. Sit back, and endure the ride through hell."
A few months later.
"Get back here!" I yelled to the currently empty training room. Chris' power was a pain in the ass sometimes. I heard the laugh of my nine year old son behind me and wheeled around. Chris was hanging from the bars where I practice hanging curl ups. "What?" he said, a mischievous smirk growing on his face.
"No using your powers during training." I scolded. "You have to take this seriously."
"I am, Dad." he said, rolling his eyes impatiently. "I will have the advantage of my power in a fight, you know. I gotta start learning how to use them in battle."
"For now," I said with absolute clarity. "You train like a normal Shadowhunter, or you will not go hunting with me on your birthday." I had promised him that we would go kill his first demon when he turned ten. He's like me, always ready for action. "Sorry." he mumbled, more out of routine than sincerity.
"Now," I said hoisting my sword in my hand higher and watching his smile grow. "Ready to go again?"
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