Author's note: As promised, Woolsey Scott is finally making an appearance! I hope I did him justice :). Thanks to all who have reviewed and please, please, please keep it up!
Disclaimer: I do not own Infernal Devices nor do I intend to infringe on anyone's copyrights. This is written purely for my relaxation and for the enjoyment (hopefully!) of those who read it.
Imagine
Sometimes when Woolsey Scott closed his eyes, he could see his brother again. It wasn't even very difficult to see him, really, it was just…strange. He would smile at Woolsey and it almost seemed real. For a moment, just a brief bit of time, Woolsey could believe he was still alive.
But then he would say that he had always known Woolsey would make a good leader.
And the illusion would shatter.
Woolsey knew his brother had loved him, he truly did, but they had both known that Woolsey never wanted to lead the pack.
Although he wondered about that at times. He remembered one day his brother had said that Woolsey would make a difference in the lives of lycanthropes all over the world; he had said that someday Woolsey would do something special, something that would make his name last through the ages.
That day, his brother had looked to be proud of him.
While he wasn't entirely convinced of that, Woolsey Scott found the thought very comforting.
"What's the matter?"
Magnus's voice cut into his thoughts—rather rudely, at that—and Woolsey rejoined the present with a jolt. He looked up at the warlock from his comfortable chair by the fire with what he hoped was an innocent look. "Why do you ask?"
"You're crying," Magnus said matter-of-factly.
Woolsey hesitated. There was no reason not to explain it to Magnus, but there really was no reason to tell him, either. He said the first thing that came to mind.
"My scarf clashes with the drapes."
Imogen
"Lucas," Will suggested. "Or perhaps Garret. That has a nice sound, don't you think? Garret Herondale. Stephen Herondale would not be awful."
"But that's assuming your descendants are all male," Jem pointed out. "What about girl's names?"
That seemed to make Will momentarily confused. "Well," he began after a moment, "Amelia isn't terrible. Amatis, maybe, or Vivian."
As Will's voice trailed off, Tessa looked up from her book with a sudden idea. "What about Imogen?"
"Imogen?" He snorted. "No. Definitely not. No descendant of mine will ever be named anything as awful as Imogen and hopefully they'll be smart enough to not marry one!" Will shuddered. "Imogen Herondale. Sounds positively dreadful, doesn't it? No, it will never happen."
Tessa rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Charles Dickens. "What about Jonathan?" she muttered offhandedly.
"No, too common. Jasper, perhaps, or Alexander…"
This is what I love about drabbles. I honestly have no idea how they would've gotten on to that topic and I have no idea how it ended! I just get to write the fun part :) Please review!