![]() ![]() "If you go on like that, you'll be a fatso in no time," she snorted. "You're a chowhound," Isabelle said, crunching her nose in disgust. "I'll have two cheese sandwiches and a blueberry muffin." "Great," Jace, who was halfway through his second yoghurt, piped up. Alec suspected that she, being the only girl in the family, thought it was her duty to be some kind of surrogate mother to them, at which she usually failed miserably, unless one of her siblings got threatened or hurt in that case, she developed a remarkable resemblance to lionesses protecting her offspring."Well then, I guess I'll just order something from the café down the road." The good thing about Izzy was that she knew she was a horrendous cook, and that she wasn't resentful when someone refused to eat whatever ingredients she had mixed together to create a usually unidentifiable goop. "Liar," she said, but she didn't seem to be angry. "I – uh, I'm not really hungry," Alec stammered. "But I'm sure Alec would love to have an omelette," he added, a wicked grin on his face. "I'm not partial to food poisoning, thank you very much," Jace replied nonchalantly, ducked to avoid the spatula Izzy had thrown at him and grabbed a yoghurt from the fridge. "So, I was thinking about making omelettes." "Morning," he mumbled, and made a beeline to the coffee machine. Jace strolled into the room, still looking somewhat dishevelled. "Of course you will," Alec smiled and made a mental note to either remove everything metallic from the house or fiddle with the microwave, even if it was something as small as pulling the plug – knowing his sister, he reckoned that she wouldn't check that and just assume that it was broken. "Oops," she said, completely unapologetic. Unless, of course, you want to blow it up." ![]() "It's 'Don't put metal into the microwave, ever'. "Nope." Alec precautionary put the can out of her reach. "I thought it was 'no plastic in the microwave'?" she asked. "Not that one, Iz," he said as he pulled the can from her grasp. He jumped out of bed, skidded down the stairs and reached the kitchen just in time to preclude his sister from putting a metal can into the microwave. It was better to not even let Izzy begin with what she wanted to do. He knew it was time to actually get out of bed when he heard something clatter in the kitchen. Which was fine, mostly, but sometimes Alec felt rather like a kindergarten worker than like an eighteen year old teenager going to high school. This left Alec, being the oldest of their children, to take care of his siblings. ![]() Maryse and Robert Lightwood were hardly ever at home, but instead flying all over the world for business, and if they happened to be in New York for a week, they locked themselves in their offices before sunrise and only came out shortly before midnight. He had actually managed to remember asking his parents once, but they seemed to have forgotten about it. Or like yanking Max away from his books so that he wouldn't forget to eat. Or like saving Jace's ass whenever he insulted someone with his foul mouth (which happened on a five-minute basis) and try to make sure he did not get into fights. Like making sure Izzy didn't burn down the kitchen trying to make a toast (which happened every morning – not to mention that she also did that with every meal they had, which meant Alec had to play fire-fighter at least three times a day). His siblings had the tendency to get themselves (and Alec along with it, usually) into trouble, so he mostly had more important matters on his mind. It wasn't like they couldn't afford it or anything, he just mostly forgot about it altogether once he descended the stairs, which was entirely Jace and Isabelle's fault. Knowing it was still far too early to actually stand up, he groaned and turned around to bury his head in the pillows, thinking, as he did nearly every day, that it might be wise to ask his parents for some actual blinds. It was on a perfectly normal seeming day that Alec Lightwood's life changed forever.Īs so often, he was woken up by the faint first rays of sunlight peeking through the dark curtains, dimly illuminating the room. ![]()
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