Her Brother and Her Father

Chapters 17-20

Chapter 17- The Angel’s Family

Clary stretches out on the plush softness below her, feeling soft fabric brush against her bare legs.  Jonathan took her clothes again.  She doesn’t particularly care that he stripped her of her clothing, but that he well, stripped her of her clothing.  She feels his warm body next to her before she opens her eyes.  Running a hand over his abdomen she slowly opens her eyes to the light seeping in through the glass at her back.  Jonathan is in his clothes from yesterday and has an arm bent behind his head his other arm is wrapped firmly around her, keeping her from moving even when he’s asleep.

She rolls over in Jonathan’s tight grasp and sees they’re in a different room.  This one has ceilings like a cathedral and there is a sitting area surrounded by bookcases.  She smiles when she sees the desk with art supplies and an easel.  Her fingers are itching to get a hold of them.  She gently pries Jonathan’s fingers from her waist; they’re digging into her bruises from yesterday.  Standing she looks down at herself.  She’s such a skinny thing but she has muscles built up so they shape her arms and legs nicely, flattening her stomach.

She walks over to the open bathroom door and stares at her neck.  It’s a mess of hickeys, trailing up and down her neck onto her shoulders and chest down into her bra.  She wishes she has a stele.  Everything is sensitive and she doesn’t like being sensitive.  She runs a finger over her neck then down to her collarbone.  They skim the letters carved into her skin.  She isn’t very angry about the scar or mark anymore.  In a weird sort of way it’s comforting to know that she has a reminder of Jonathan on her.  She looks over the rest of her body and scoffs.  Okay a permanent one.

She walks back out to the bedroom, Jonathan is still sprawled on the bed and his shirt has ridden up, showing off his abdomen.  Her fingers start to twitch and she grabs s fountain pen and sketch pad off the desk.  She sits on the side of the bed with part of her head bent towards her book and the other towards Jonathan.  Her hand moves over the paper and the picturesque Jonathan, sleeping soundly.

The completed fountain pen picture shows Jonathan in all black with his shirt rolled up to show his toned stomach.  He lies on a pair of black angel wings sprouting from his back.  The sunlight highlights his cheekbones and outlines his hair.  The side of her arm is covered in ink but she leaves it as she throws the sketch book on the desk and goes to one of the four internal doors.  She opens the door onto the ‘her’ closet and pulls on some jeans.

She walks back out into the room and Jonathan still hasn’t woken up.  She frowns and goes over to his side of the bed.  She swings a leg up over Jonathan and sits on his stomach, placing her hands on either side of his head.  She lowers her face to his and studies the lines there.  Clary draws a deep breath in and says, “Jonathan!”

His eyes fly open and land on Clary in front of him.  He smiles and says, “Yes, dear sister,” and rests his arms around her back.

“You kind of slept in, I don’t know where I am and I’m getting bored,” Clary says.

“Hmm… Not for long, little sister,” he says with a quick kiss on her lips.  He sets her down on the bed and bolts into the ‘his’ closet.  Quickly coming out in a fresh pair of clothes he grabs Clary’s arm and they both stride out into the hall.

“May I ask where we are?” Clary says as she looks around the vaguely familiar hall.

“The Gard,” Jonathan says turning down another hallway and into a small room with another door.

Clary wrenches away from Jonathan and stares in horror at her brother.  “We’re in the Gard!”  Panic layers her stomach and her eyes flit around nervously.