Aunt Izzy can't cook. she's horrible. End of story.
Except it's not because she insists she's good enough to cook more than anyone else in the house. Unfortunately today is one of the days she has decided she must make dinner on. And I'm starving. Her food is absolutely revolting, but Annabeth was right I haven't eaten in waayy too long and am really hungry. I don't want to be rude to her, and I don't want to cook, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Aunt izzy, can I please cook tonight? You do so much around here and I haven't done anything in a while. Can I please make dinner tonight??" Please say yes please say yes.
"No. You cant. You've been passing out too often you need rest and I need to prove Jace wrong." Why does he always get in my way arg!
"What did he say now?" I ask hoping to turn his words around even though I know I can't.
"The usual. That my foods so bad that the sewer rats run from it in terror. And that I couldn't make a decent meal to save my life so to night I will make a meal he can't refuse." Uh oh.
"And that is? You know he's really picky and even if it's the best thing in the world-and I'm sure it will be-he'll still say it's terrible so he won't have to admit defeat."
"Yeah but he loves Ham sandwiches." Ham sandwiches are impossible to mess up. Thank the Angel. I grin at her.
"You're a genius. Can you make me two pretty pretty please?" I ask with my hands folded and eyes big like a little kid.
"Really?" I nod vigorously. "Okay sure." she agrees thrown off guard. I usually only eat like half of one sandwhich.
~~~~~15 minutes later
"Those were really good. Thanks aunt izzy." I say right as I hear someone come into the room.
"Cora! Where have you been?" Crap. I've been avoiding him. "Are you alright? You keep on passing out and now you're complementing Isabelle cooking. I thought I raised to better than that."
"Yeah it's called being honest. You should try it sometime." Let's see how he likes that. He clearly doesn't like it.
"Listen I know you're upset but you really need to know the full story. Clary had more than you can possibly imagine to deal with. I don't blame you for being upset-"
"I'm not upset. I'm insulted and angry at myself for trusting you all my life when clearly I was wrong." I start to leave the room all dramatically but aunt izzy grabs my arm.
"Clarie Cora Fray sit down now and listen to him." Why do people keep calling me fray lately first the angel now aunt Isabelle?! Reluctantly I sit down.
"Cora, I want you to listen to what we have to say. After we are done and you know everything then you have every right to judge her but until then you are going to sit here and listen to me." Jeesh what's his problem.
"Actually I'm supposed to be-"
"Coming to the living room to sit down and listen to a story" aunt izzy too. They're ganging up on me. I end up going to the living room knowing that I'm going to loose if I keep this fight up.
"Okay. Please just keep an open mind for now ok?" I nod "I met clary when she was 16 at a club-"
"Really that's defiantly a great start to me thinking highly of her" I laugh. He glares. I shut up.
"she was at the pandemonium with her mundane friend she didn't know who she was her mom had lied to her all her life so she thought she was a normal mundane. Then she saw me, izzy, and Alec kill a demon right there in the middle of the room and her world turned upside down...."
~~~over 2 hours later~~~~
"...she told me to take you she told me your name and she left. I never heard from her again until about a month ago. The weekends at my bosses cabin. I know you thought I was cheating but I was just trying to convince her that you needed her to explain. I didn't think I could. This is the first time I've ever told anyone all of that. You're pretty special you know that? I don't do the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth like this for just anyone. It took everyone years to stop searching for her. It was finally you who made me stay here and wait and hope. You asked me where your mom was when you were little I told you I didn't know but I realized I couldn't keep leaving you and I probably never would know."
"So what does that make you?" He looks at me confused, "well, you're not actually related to me in any way unless I misunderstood something in the middle there in which case your my creepy uncle... maybe I jumped to conclusions about her that doesn't mean I have to like her." He laughs and it's not just one of the little chuckles he made during his really long flashback session.
"No I'm not your uncle. I'm just a super awesome guy that decided to be a grown up and take care of you. Not many people get that kind of honor to call Jace Herondale their dad for 16 years and tehn realize I adopted you." Well. At least he's not stuck in a depression like I thought he was for half the story. He's just his normal, jokingly self-absorbed self.
"So what do I call you?"
"whatever you want, dad still works I guess."
"Well what do I do now? I'm a demonic angel; thats like the ultimate self-contradiction. I can't just be one but I can't be both what do I do?"
"Would you consider talking to Clary again?" he asks me, "Now that you know all this can you just listen to what she has to say? I don't know what's happened to her or what she knows now. I kinda don't want you to die because you are stubborn and have a messed up family." He tells me and I force a small laugh and nod my head.
"One more question, why did you give up on her? What made you stop waiting around and open up enough to find Marie?" I ask.
"That is two questions, but they go together well enough I'll accet them as one. I knew you needed a mother figure and I've never really moved on fromher. Marie is what you need but we've never really felt that way about each other, she met you and we just kind of decided to act like a couple. We are just really good friends and great actors. Well I'm obviously better because you always thought you aactually were my daughter but she did good too. She didn't have to put as much effort in because you knew she wasn't your mom all she had to do was act in love with me and honestly, how she wasn't I don't know. Most women swoo-."
"Hey, umm Dad, you're still like my dad even if you aren't actually related to me you it's still weird and really creepy for me to think about your love life sooo go talk to Clary about that I think she would rather hear than me BYE!" I say cutting him off and running out of the room.
