Okay so you all have no idea how weird it is calling Jace 'Jonathan' in this at the moment XD anyway, thank you so much for the lovely reviews etc ^-^ here's the next one! Drop me another review maybe? Thank you again!
Valentine had been right of course, Cynthia settled in with his angel boy like a duck to water.
Cynthia was currently curled up in bed ill. She groaned gently and turned over, her cheeks burning red and sore. She was eight now, her companion just barely a year younger.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked as he perched himself beside her on the bed. Cynthia nodded and rolled onto her back, gazing up at Jonathan's dark golden eyes.
"A little." Cynthia breathed, snuggling more into her pillow. She hated this, getting sick. It always happened two, maybe three times a month whenever her adoptive father gave her medicine. At least, that was what he called it. It certainly didn't make her any better, for the nightmares made her wake up screaming and feeling so ill.
Once, she'd refused to take it, but she soon figured out that he was spiking her drinks and food with it. Whatever it was, she hated it. Hated the way it made her so angry at times.
"Father is returning tonight, you know?" Jonathan told her, raising a hand and playing with a strand of her golden hair. That perked Cynthia up; she always did love when he returned. He doted on her even though she wasn't his actual daughter.
"Can you read to me?" Cynthia asked now, gazing up with wide eyes. She loved his voice, and it helped with his reading that was vastly improving. He nodded and reached for the bookshelf, asking with a smile "The rest of Jane Eyre?"
"Yes please."
"Move then." He told her, sliding into the bed next to her and opening the book, clearing his throat before starting to read. Cynthia drifted off to sleep at the sound of his soothing voice.
When she woke up once more, it was because of the front door slamming shut. It was dark and she knew who it would be.
A wide grin spread across Cynthia's face and she clambered out of bed, almost tripping over her boots that lay beside it in her haste to run downstairs. "Daddy!" she beamed, throwing her arms around the figure that was stood in the living room doorway.
Jonathan paused at the bottom step of the stairs, thinking her insane- she was always like this. Everytime he came home, she'd be the first at the door to give him a hug and say just how much she missed him. He would never, ever do that at least. Cynthia was too soft, too gentle. Yes, she could be exceptional with a blade and even better with a bow, plus she was fast, but she would never be able to kill anything. At least, that was what Jonathan thought.
It was like she could do no wrong in her adoptive fathers eyes.
"I hear you've been ill again Cynthia?" he asked, running his hand through her slightly tangled honey colored hair. She nodded and backed off as he shrugged his coat off, hanging it up. "Jonathan? Are you well?"
"Perfectly fine Father." He replied and the man nodded, adjusting his cuffs before turning around and walking towards the kitchen.
"You look tired." Jonathan frowned out "Go back to bed. I'm sure Father won't mind."
Cynthia whined lightly, but knew it was for the best. She retreated to her bedroom and snuggled back up in bed.
-LightInYourNightmare-
"He will be so mad at you for this! We are supposed to be reading!"
"I don't care!"
Cynthia laughed wildly as she held onto Jonathan's waist as tight as she could, face buried into his back. He'd talked her into going for a run with him on his horse, deliberately going against his fathers wishes.
Eventually they slowed down at the edge of the lake and Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't fallen off. Jonathan would have laughed at her if she had.
"Why are we here?" she asked as she slid down from the horse, catching sight of the boys wide grin as he stepped over towards the bushes and produced a pair of fishing rods. "While you were sleeping, Father taught me."
Cynthia wrinkled her nose, but took the rod, saying "Urgh. Disgusting."
"How is fishing disgusting?"
"The fish are… slimy and ew."
Jonathan laughed at that, making Cynthia pout as she tied up the horse, running her hand down along its flank. "Stop laughing at me. I don't like fish."
"You eat fish."
"I won't anymore." Cynthia said defiantly, wincing a little as the boy produced a little tub of what seemed were wriggling worms and pulled one out, letting it dangle before him. "Keep that thing away from me" she warned, eyes deliberately fixed upon the slimy little thing between his thumb and forefinger. A nasty little smirk escaped him and Cynthia screamed as he threw it at her.
Eventually, the pair settled down side-by-side at the edge of the lake with their trousers rolled up and feet dangling in the warm water. Jonathan was lying on his back, eyes closed and dozing lightly. Cynthia however had her sketchbook out, letting her pencil skate across the paper to draw the lake best she could.
But then a rustle sounded and Cynthia's eyes widened as she realized something had caught her hook. Tossing her sketchbook down, she poked Jonathan hard in the side, squealing out "What do I do? What do I do?!"
"Reel it in!"
"What is that?!" she next to squeaked, grabbing hold of the end of the rod and yanking hard at it, ignoring Jonathan who was attempting to pull the rod from her hands. Another scream later and some more tugs from the fish, Cynthia found herself getting pulled into the lake, coughing as she surfaced, honey blonde hair plastered to her face.
"Shut up!" she scowled at Jonathan who was beside himself with laughter, rod still in his hand from where he'd tugged it from her own. Cynthia smirked devilishly and reached forwards, finding the string and yanking hard, causing him to lose balance and fall into the lake with a spectacular crash of water.
Cynthia was giggling insanely as his blonde head came to the surface, but instead of being angry, he was laughing as well. But then is faded away, and she knew why. The sound of hoof beats met her ears and she turned around to spy a midnight horse stood upon the bank, the rider's dark eyes livid. "Out. Now." He ordered and the pair obeyed instantly, Cynthia keeping her head down- she knew they were in trouble.
As she went to climb onto the horse with Jonathan, the man growled and caught her by her arms, yanking her up to sit before him. The entire ride back, Cynthia was silent, trying and failing to ignore that wave of anger that was rolling off him.
When they arrived back at the mansion, Cynthia listened to her adoptive father snarl out "Just what were you thinking Jonathan?!"
"I just-"
"Silence, now." He ordered, sliding down from his horse and grabbing his sons arm, marching him inside none too gently. "Cynthia, go to your room. Now." He growled back, leaving the girl stood there with her eyes wide and worried.
-LightInYourNightmare-
Cynthia just waited in Jonathan's room, curled up on his bed. It wasn't the first time, or likely to be the last where they'd gotten in trouble. But her, their father never punished her, and it confused Cynthia. Why must Jonathan always take the punishment while she got off with nothing at all?
She hated it. Hated that the boy she cared about most in the world got in trouble.
A little while later the bedroom door opened and she sat up with her forest green eyes widening, bursting out with "Jonathan? Are you okay? Did he yell at you much?"
He sighed lightly and Cynthia spied the red mark upon his cheek that certainly hadn't been there before. She hurried to her feet and asked in concern "Did he hit you? Again?"
"I am fine, Cyn." He said defiantly, kicking off his shoes and climbing into his bed, staring up at the ceiling with blank golden eyes. Cynthia trotted over and joined him, resting her cheek atop his chest and closing her eyes. It was relaxing, just the two of them against the world it seemed.
They fell asleep together, Cynthia twining her legs with his own, feeling totally at peace. It was the feeling of being picked up that woke her, the ground far below her.
Cynthia squeaked quietly as she was placed down upon her own bed, staring up at the man as he sat down next to her. She stared up into his dark eyes as he asked "I have some good news Cynthia. You don't need to take your medicine anymore."
The girl frowned at that, asking "Why do I have to take it? What is wrong with me?"
Valentine raised a hand, brushing her hair back gently "Nothing is wrong my dear."
"So why do I need it?"
There was a rustle of covers as he adjusted himself "It makes you special my girl. You are special."
"Special like Jonathan?" Cynthia asked with her eyes wide. The man paused, then shook his head a fraction "No, not like Jonathan. You're special in another way."
"What kind?"
"You are a dark princess in the making."
Cynthia pouted at that "But I don't want to be dark. I want to be light. Light like Jonathan."
A pause "You are attached to him, aren't you?"
She shifted, pulling the covers more into her chest, gazing up with her eyes flickering down. Valentine nodded to himself, allowing his eyes to roll- they were getting too close for comfort. It was making Jonathan weak, and Cynthia even softer. He would send her back to his demon boy… but she wasn't ready. Nowhere near ready.
The demon blood he'd fed her since she was four wasn't working. At least, he didn't think so. She got ill from it, faster and stronger… but that was it. In a way he was grateful. If she'd turned out like his demon son, he would have been angry at himself. Such a sweet little girl and he was deliberately trying to turn her into a monster that cold stand up to his demon boy.
"Are you attached to him, Cynthia?" he asked sharply and Cynthia looked a little frightened as she nodded. Valentine had guessed correctly. She was.
Everything, all his plans were failing concerning his angel boy. He wasn't sure how long he could keep the boy around.
"Early night. Training starts at six tomorrow morning." He told his adoptive daughter who knew better than to complain. She simply nodded and watched the man leave the room. The only father she could remember since her own was dead. As much as he scared Cynthia at times, she loved him.
-LightInYourNightmare-
As soon as the coast was clear, the girl bit her bottom lip and slid out of bed, sneaking through the corridors and into Jonathan's room.
"Cyn-" he growled as she closed the door softly behind her. She ignored his words and walked over to where he sat upon his bed, a book open before him on the thick covers. Cynthia sat before him and sighed out "I didn't want to be alone."
"The dark is not scary. Stop being a baby."
"I'm not a baby." She scowled, making Jonathan laugh out "You look like one with those big eyes."
"You…" Cynthia started, trying to think of a suitable insult, then exploded with "You suck Jonathan Wayland."
"So do you Cynthia Darkstone."
She giggled quietly and shook her head, muttering out "Do you think we'll be best friends forever?"
Jonathan blinked and closed his book, running a hand through his tangled blond hair with matching eyes curious "Why would we not be?"
"You are my best friend Jonathan. Where you go, I go." Her face turned into a wide grin "Maybe when we're older, we can be pararatia."
"Parabatai." He corrected her with a snigger, cocking his head a little "Why would you want to be linked to me?"
Cynthia shrugged a little and blushed "Because it sounds like fun."
"Being a Shadowhunter isn't supposed to be fun."
"But we make it fun."
A pause and Jonathan sighed, slipping down under his covers and setting his book aside on the table. "Go to sleep Cyn."
"But it's so dark…"
Jonathan growled lightly and rolled his eyes, throwing the covers open so she could scramble down and join him, snuggling into his chest and closing her eyes. "You can keep the monsters away from me" Cynthia mumbled sleepily, a hand winding into the front of his black t-shirt.
"Yes Cyn. I'll keep them away."
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