Bloodlines

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Returning home was something that Eden Garroway was always most nostalgic about, the feeling of being undeniably safe with her father, Luke Garroway, and her mother figure, Jocelyn Fray,  was something she loved from the moment they were introduced to each other, her young sister figure, Clary Fray was someone that she was to be honest most excited to catch up with, the two were undeniably close despite their age gap and the fact that they were not biologically related.

And now that she'd finished getting her BA in Translations she was doing just that, returning home, and alongside that she had only one true goal in her mind, other than getting a job of course, and that was getting her father and her mother figure together, it was as clear as the untampered water that the two cared for each other tremendously, more than friends.

It could be told by the way that they were soft with each other more than they were with anyone else, it was obvious from the fact that whenever family dinners were in order it would always be the four of them, it was clear from the hidden longing looks that the other seemed to miss by a millisecond while the girls merely looked at each other and rolled their eyes. 

There were other people that Eden was slightly looking forward to seeing such as Simon Lewis, Clary's best friend who was infatuated with the young Fray just as Luke Garroway was infatuated with Jocelyn Fray, and Maia Roberts, a cute and spunky girl that Luke had kind of taken under his wing when both she was Eden were about 16.

She couldn've told someone that she was going to be arriving that day but that would have spoiled the surprise, she wanted to surprise everyone with her arrival, especially considering that Clary had an important Academy interview that day, something that she would most definitely not miss for the world, not even if it was burning up in flames.

Her room was just like she had left it, single twin bed pushed against the wall, trapped between two bookcases that covered the entire wall, filled with books that she had read at least twice, picture frames and some primary and middle school artwork, her once cluttered desk was pushed against and under the decent-sized window, a stack of folders displayed neatly to one of the corners,  an old notebook displayed neatly in the center of the desk, a lamp on the other corner, the chair was tucked in.

On the other since of her room, opposite to her desk was a dresser and a wardrobe, a handmade jewelry box and a radio sitting on top of the dresser and finally in front of the bed was a wall covered with drawings, most made by Clary, polaroids and cut out shapes like wolves, a full moon and angels, all made by both Eden and Clary shortly after they met each other.

The rest of the house was quaint, nothing compared to the farmhouse in upstate New York, a farmhouse that her father had bought and the two renovated along with Clary and Jocelyn about 10 years prior, a place they usually spent the summer at, something that she hoped they had already returned from, especially considering the fact that Clary had an interview with an Academy.

The years that they spent in both places gave them their identity something that was usually identifiable in every room, whether it be Eden and Clary's little handprints, one of Jocelyn's art paintings hanging by the walls or pictures of the three, some of only Clary and Simon, others of Eden and Maia, others of only Jocelyn and Luke, looking quite young and less haunted than they did in the present time, only two pictures of Eden when she was born, one she was held by her father and another she was held by Jocelyn and only one when Clary was born, she was held by Jocelyn in the hospital bed.

Her travel luggage rested on her bed, unzipped and opened, her clothes and belongings neatly packed inside, surprisingly more than she thought she could fit in there. However, at the top of everything, slipping out of the wool cardigan that Clary had given her when Eden was 14, was a cylindrical object, cylindrical, black with gold vines and rods, resembling a pencil of sorts, a steele as she was told they were called, her father gave it to her when she turned 18, about 6 years prior.

The same time that she found out about what she was, which to be honest rose more questions than answers, none of which Jocelyn nor Luke could answer. 

Eden picked it up and allowed the rising sun to shine on it, making it look like an invention of the angel if you allowed the light to hit the crystal at the front in the right way. There was a certain rush that flowed through her whenever she picked up the steele, a rush that in the beginning scared her but now relaxed her, merely because the answer to why she felt the rush was because the steele was reacting to her, in a good way.

 She quickly slid the steele into her back pocket and moved to her backpack that she had dropped next to her luggage, unzipping it and pulling out her computer, setting it up on her desk along with the charger and everything, literally beginning to settle herself in, but a part of her didn't want to unpack, mainly because all the clothes in there were washed and cleaned so she didn't have to go to the laundry room.

But before she could sit at her desk, her father's scent filled her senses, his fast yet dragging footsteps and his slow breathing telling her that he woke up just them, her scent and presence being the reason for it. "Morning dad." Eden called from her bedroom, smiling when she heard him stop before walking faster towards her room, surely realizing that his senses were not tricking him.

"Eden?" Her father called out in confusion, tripping over one of his own shoes but catching himself before he fell on the ground, his source of support being the doorway to her bedroom, "Hey dad." she greeted again, giving him a loving smile, watching as his brown eyes shifted to neon green as he looked at her, a confirmation that it was actually her and not someone trying to impersonate her.

Eden's dark brown eyes shifted to a mellow gold color to greet him, replying to the same confirmation, her feet carried her to her dad, eyes changing back to normal as she threw her arms around his neck, hugging it tightly, Luke wasted no time in returning the action, his arms wrapping around her waist and holding her as tight as he could, almost as if he was scared that this was all an illusion, which thankfully it wasn't.