lindsayhonaker: Aw, thank you.
Crazypoptartdude: That's the question; is Jon going to tell Clary? Jonathan is like any other over protective brother in the sense that he wants to do what he thinks is right. But what you don't know is what he really does think is right (I do know hehe). It is spelt Teresa haha. My favourite is Minho (you can tell if you look at my twitter haha). Teresa gets me a little angry too sometimes but she's pretty cool. Thanks!
ToffeeandFudge: Ooooh, good! Curiouser and curiouser (Alice in Wonderland reference). Thank you.
Riley207: Always a good balance haha
Daire123: Unfortunately, her happiness won't last for long. Sorryyyyy. Jon really cares for her, I feel a lot of love for the idea of a 'normal' Jonathan so you can kind of see it in this, I think. *bit of character insight here if you want to know more about Jon* Jonathan is the kind of person to push these things away. BUT Jonathan cared for Clary 24/7 when they were children. So much so, by the time he was around 11/12 he was practically caring for her alone. He wouldnt have known exactly what happened to her- or why- but he saw the wounds, he knew when it did happen. *end of slightly unnecessary character insight*. Jace cares for Clary a lot and he feels prepared to do near enough anything to keep her safe already. That's a really good idea! I will, I swear.
Sb13no1fan: Wow, that's awesome haha! Thank you. Yeah, you should keep it. Less confusion that way. Haha at least you have some idea of what you want to do; I don't. I'm thinking about taking writing courses (i.e. media arts, English language) in college because writing is a real passion of mine and I would love to have a career in it but idk. Yeah, I feel the same. I dont only want feedback but I want my readers to know that I actually take the time to read about suggestions or about how their day went. I don't like it when people don't even acknowledge that they get readers. And I'm 15 (16 in May) and I do live in England. Thank you for sending them!
Hey guys, I thought I'd let you know that I thought of such an awesome idea for a fanfic and my ideas are pretty detailed too (blame 4am thoughts- I'm most creative then). HOWEVER, I already have the fanfic to do after this (I'm not telling you what it is, but I think you'll love it) so I have to do that THEN the one I planned extensively AND THEN another one I thought up. But, hey, at least I won't run out of fanfics to write for a while.
PS- SHOUTOUT TO SHANNON249! SHE'S SUCH A DEDICATED READER (as are many of you, I'm aware) AND IT'S FREAKING UNBELIEVABLE HOW MUCG SUPOORT I GET FROM EVERY READER LIKE HER.
The title of this chapter is lyrics to Crown The Empire's song Two's Too Many. My favourite band yaaay. The band relates to said awesome fanfic idea but shhhh.
The white haired man stared at the red haired woman in front of him. They also were opposite. Her red hair, his white hair. Her soft features, his sharp ones. Her calm demeanor, his short temper. Her eagerness to show love, his reluctance to fall. But as they say, opposites attract.
Once upon a time, they had been completely in love. Truth be told, he always would love her in his strange way. But true loves never betray the other, he thought bitterly. And that is exactly what she had done.
Her eyes widened fractionally as she gazed up at him approaching figure from her spot on the hard floor.
He crouched in front of her and stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger. With a sigh he spoke. "Why did you do it, Jocelyn?"
Her eyes glazed over as she tried hard to reign in her anger knowing it would only land her in more trouble. "I know you want them, Valentine." She spat out his name like it was a bad taste in her mouth. "You are not going to harm my children."
Valentine's finger went from her cheek to her lips. "Don't you mean our children?"
Jocelyn moved her head so Valentine's finger wasn't pressing against her lips, keeping her quiet. "No. I mean my children. You were never a father to-"
She was cut off as Valentine's hand gripped her throat. His eyes remained calm. "Says the woman who abandoned them. I was training them to become the best. What were you doing? Sitting on the sidelines watching it happen. Or should I say sitting on Lucian's dick?" The calm façade slowly slipping.
Jocelyn, however, wasn't backing down. "Nothing happened between us."
Valentine's eyes narrowed. "Do you really want to lie to me, Jocelyn?"
"I'm not lying." She said through gritted teeth.
Valentine gave her throat a squeeze before standing up and stalking over to his desk to pour himself some scotch.
"He was our servant. A fucking pauper, you filthy whore." He downed the drink then poured another. "Yet you still did it. Then, you ran away with him.. It's so embarrassing to know that your wife is so stupid. That your wife-"
"Was so unhappy that she felt forced to leave you?" Jocelyn said, rubbing her throat.
Valentine smiled coldly then barked out a laugh. "Forced? Forced." He said it like he was testing how it sounded coming out of his mouth. "I gave you everything. A home, children, marriage, money, servants running after you. What more could you ask for?!"
"A husband that didn't abuse me and my children." Jocelyn still didnt raise her voice but nevertheless it was full of hatred.
"I was doing it for them!" He slammed his glass down. "Why can't you see that?!"
"Because it didn't do them any good! You saw these warriors, these soldiers to train, but I saw frightened children who would do anything to please their father. I saw the fear in their eyes when they saw you angry. I saw a little boy who entered the world believing that his father could do no wrong and wanted to be just like him. I saw a little girl who loved to express herself through art but thought it was wrong simply because her daddy told her it was. By the time I left, he was a teenager who was basically taking your place as a father to Clary and she was cold towards anyone who wasn't her brother or a servant in that god forsaken house."
Valentine listened to it all with tense shoulders and a hard glare. "If you cared for them so much, why did you leave?"
"I never said that I was a good mother. I tried to be. I tried to keep them from danger. When you were drunk, I'd purposefully put myself in your way as you stormed towards their room." She laughed mirthlessly as she saw his expression change, knowing that he didn't know she did it on purpose. "Oh yeah. Those drunken beatings you gave me? I knew you'd use all your energy on them then pass out so I took them instead. But I've never claimed to be the perfect mother. If I remember right, I wasn't allowed to put them to bed or comfort them or tend to their wounds that you inflicted on them. All because you didn't want them going 'soft'." She shook her head and huffed out a deep breath.
Valentine tilted his head, looking at Jocelyn. Really looking. This woman that he fell in love with, that had his children. This woman who didn't really know just how much he loved her. This woman who brought to life '...to be loved is to be the one destroyed'. She broke all of the tiny cold pieces of his heart into even smaller pieces every time he saw her hatred directed towards him. He broke out of his reverie. "As I said, I did it for them. Anyway, you telling Jonathan that I am looking for them isn't going to change a thing, I hope you realise. I will find them, just like I found you, and they will regret running away." Valentine turned towards his deskamd pressed a button. Seconds later two guards came in. "Take her away. If she escapes, I'll have your heads."
"Yes, your majesty." They recited as if they had done it a hundred times before.
Jocelyn was lifted up by each armpit and dragged out of the room, but not before shooting a venomous glare at Valentine.
"Boss?"
Jonathan looked up to see Bat's head in a gap between the doors.
Jonathan sighed. "What is it, Bat?" Everyone had been avoiding him for the past two days, ever since he came back from the talk with his mother in a foul mood.
Bat didn't falter even though he was on the bad end of Jonathan's glare. "Clary's here to visit you."
Jonathan perked up a little at that. He'd been meaning to talk to her about Jace. Ugh, Jace. He's a dick.
"Send her in."
Bat nodded once and seconds later, Clary walked in. Jonathan stood up from his desk to meet her halfway with a hug.
Pulling back with a frown, he spoke as he walked to the edge of the desk and leaned against it facing her. "What's up?"
Clary rolled her eyes playful, the green orbs full of childlike excitement. Jonathan was suspicious.
"Does something have to be wrong because I want to see my brother?"
Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Okay, now something is definitely up." Clary raised her eyebrows questioningly. Jonathan had to stifle a laugh at her lack of ability to raise just one as he continued. "You're happy."
"Wow, I'll try to be more miserable from now on."
Jonathan bumped Clary on her arm. "You know what I mean." Clary smiled and shrugged. "Hmmm," Jonathan pretended to think. "Does it have something to do with the blonde kid? The housemate?"
Clary grinned. "Maybe."
Jonathan joined her grinning, glad to see her happy. "Aw, look at you, you're like a school girl."
Clary marched up to her brother and punched his arm hard. "OW!" Jonathan scowled rubbing his arm.
"So, what?" Jonathan said, poking his tender arm and glowering at Clary. "Are you two... y'know."
Clary scoffed. "Now who's acting like a schoolgirl. You can't even say it."
"Yeah, well, I don't really like to entertain the idea of my baby sister dating a... a..." Jonathan waved his hand about trying to think of a word. "... a thug."
"Hey, That's my boyfriend you're bad mouthing!" Clary snapped.
Jonathan's eyes widened. "So it's true!"
"Okay, you really sound like a schoolgirl now."
"Just answer me."
"Yes, it is true." Clary smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you've found someone."
Clary smiled peacefully. "Me too, Jon. And I'm glad it's him." She finished with a shrug of attempted nonchalance.
Ewww stupid couples and their coupleness. I'm kidding (kinda) Clace are beautiful. And that sibling love! I'll try to update asap. Thanks for hanging in there, guys!