@fluffbruary Day 8
Have some Lightwood siblings fluff for day 8!
“You alright down there?” Jace smirked at him from up in the rafters.
Alec groaned in response, stretching out on the ground in an effort to get rid of all the aches. “No. C’mon, Jace, enough training for now. It’s still early morning.”
His parabatai shrugged and then took a flying leap, doing a flip before landing on his feet. Alec didn’t even bother getting up or being surprised. Anyone who knew Jace knew how performing impossible feats was part of his routine.
“What do you want to do, then?” Jace asked, running his hand over the swords on the rack idly. “Sneak onto a mission? I heard Kadir’s leading a pretty good one, nest of Amphisbaena demons near the—”
“By the Angel, Jace, do you ever think about anything other than training and missions?” Alec rolled his eyes and jumped to his feet.
Jace considered that seriously. “Food,” he decided. “The piano. Demon languages. Regular languages. Plants. Runes. Girls. Sure, Alec, plenty of stuff.”
Alec ignored him. “I’m going to go check on Max,” he decided, “See if he’s up yet. He’s due to start physical training today, and Brynn Stormhurst is his trainer, and she isn’t kind with tardiness.” He walked off, knowing Jace would follow. Sure enough, he felt his brother’s body next to him near instantly, moving soundlessly.
“Which unit is he on?” Jace asked interestedly. “When I was his age, I’d already gotten my first rune. And killed several demons.”
Alec had several thoughts about Michael Wayland’s parenting, none of which would be a good idea to express in front of Jace. “That’s too dangerous,” he replied instead. “Max’s only six. You’re telling me you really want him out there?”
Jace grimaced. He was more protective of their younger brother than anybody else. “Fair enough.”
They found their sister at Max’s door, apparently having had the same thought. Isabelle was in a pale-yellow dress, her ruby at her throat and whip bracelet on her wrist, runes they needed to put on themselves daily neatly inked out. Fully dressed, fashionable as always.
“You’re up early,” Jace said in surprise. “Normally we can’t get you out of bed until eight.”
“Yes, well, it’s not everyday my little brother starts his physical combat unit!” Isabelle clapped in excitement.
“He’s starting his physical combat unit?” Jace gasped.
“Yep!” Max opened his door, beaming. “Finally! Izzy promised she’d give me some tips.”
“You’re getting Isabelle to talk about something other than clothes and fashion?” Jace whistled, mockingly impressed. “Amazing work, Max. High-five!”
Max giggled and raised his hand to meet Jace’s.
“Says the one who won’t shut up about training,” huffed Isabelle.
“What time do you have to report for training?” Alec asked, ignoring the two.
“Seven o’clock,” Max said, worrying his lip between his teeth.
Alec glanced at his watch. It was only five forty-five. He had time. “Okay. What do you want to do till then?”
Before Max could reply, Jace and Isabelle cut in. “We should go see the sunrise!” Jace suggested. “In the greenhouse. I’ll get you a practice seraph blade and we can go through the basics.”
“No way!” Isabelle said indignantly. “Alec and I can’t come there. We need some sibling bonding time!”
Both Alec and Jace rolled their eyes. As soon as Max nodded excitedly though, they softened.
“Alright,” Alec conceded. “Your room, Iz?”
“Are you kidding? The colours of that room give me a migraine,” Jace said disgustedly.
“Only because your room is as drab and ugly as a monk’s,” Isabelle muttered under her breath.
Jace opened his mouth to retort, but then saw Abraham Penfound approaching them. The nineteen-year-old was here for three months of his travel year. “Alright, Lightwoods?” He asked, before moving on. “Jace, Alec, Maryse wanted me to ask you two to take the shift on the midnight patrol.”
“Why?” Isabelle asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought it was full?”
“Wendell’s got kicked off active duty, and Rani got a call from Idris, she has to go there now,” he explained. “So?”
They exchanged a glance. Jace cocked his head to the side. Alec shrugged.
“Alright,” Jace said. “Tell her we’ll take it, and one of us will come to get the details after the kids’ training starts.”
“Why once the – oh. Congrats on the Physical Training entry, Max!” Abraham said, already moving to go.
“Thanks!” Max called after him. “Can I come with you? Pleeeeease?”
“No,” all three of his siblings said in unison. He pouted.
“You can hang out with me,” Isabelle said. “I’ll help you revise your runes, teach you some tricks with the whip and blade. I’ve been meaning to get an audience for a lecture on Paris’ current fashion trends anyway,” she nodded with satisfaction.
Max looked torn between a weapons lesson and sibling hangout vs no fashion lecture or extra studying. “Okay,” he said gloomily.
Jace clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You know what, we have an hour. Let’s go to Central Park and teach you how to spot fairies.”
“Right in time for sunrise!” Max brightened up before Alec could protest. “I love seeing the sunrises!”
“Yeah,” Jace said, his eyes soft, fixed on Max. “So do I.”
Alec knew that the sunrise was one of Jace’s fondest memories of Idris and the manor house he’d grown up in. He blew out an exasperated breath. How on earth could he argue against that without seeming like a grouchy buzzkill?
“C’mon, big brother,” Isabelle said, clearly noticing his hesitation, while Jace and Max excitedly planned a picnic. “It’ll be good for Max to get out before his first training. We could probably teach him better than Brynn anyway,” she muttered contemptuously. She disliked the other girl. “We’ll make sure he gets back in time.”
“Of course,” Jace said offendedly. “We can’t have Max being late for such a milestone! Shame on the Lightwood name,” he imitated their father’s heavy set tone, and Max giggled.
Alec sighed. “Fine. At least I’ll be there to keep you lot in line.”
“We don’t need keeping in line,” Isabelle sniffed haughtily. She lost the look soon enough though, and added excitedly, “Let’s take a blanket! And food! A picnic on the grass! Sounds amazing,” she clasped her hands together, beaming.
“Hopefully nothing you cooked,” Jace drawled.
Isabelle scowled at him and ruffled Max’s hair pointedly. “We can even feed the ducks!”
Jace’s suddenly alarmed look was enough for even Alec to laugh. “Shut up, Izzy. Alec, tell her!”
“Sorry,” Alec said, already dragging a giggling Max down to the kitchens to get a picnic basket. “I don’t take sides in idiotic arguments between my siblings. Get a blanket, see you in the elevator!”
“Alec, get back here—”
“You traitor, Alec—”
“Bye!” Max called as they sped away.
Alec could hear all three of his siblings laughing, and suddenly he couldn’t wait for sibling bonding time.
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