metanoia | alec lightwood

45

"Damn it, Jonathan!" I blurted out, gripping onto the hall frame when I had stumbled at the sudden movement at him moving the apartment, "What the hell was that?-"

"Don't worry." Jonathan stood up straight, "Just a little change of locale."

This made me quickly rush to the balcony doors and push them open, my eyes instantly falling onto the Eiffel Tower.

My expression dropped.

No where near New York.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan slowly followed me outside, "You're in Paris. I thought you'd be happy."

"Happy?" My head snapped toward Jonathan, my eyes squinting to a glare, "What- did you think I was going to be ecstatic about the fact that I've lost everything and now I'm bonded to my sickening, incestuous brother for life?"

"I take it you're afraid of our little bond." Jonathan stares at me, "I forgive you for trying to kill me, by the way."

"I didn't apologize." I walked away from him and back into the apartment, "What the hell do you know about this anyway? Is there anything else I need to know that this damn rune is going to do to me or is it just the sharing a life force- one gets hurts, the other does too-"

"Not that I know of," Jonathan trails off, following me back into the apartment, "Well, if we can't be enemies, perhaps we'll be allies."

I almost laugh, "You're kidding."

"We never got a chance to really know each other-" Jonathan began to say, "And what better place than Paris? Home of Renoir, Matisse, Van Gogh and now? Morgenstern."

I stared at him, crossing my arms, "The only thing stopping me from punching you right now is the fact that I'd probably bust my own lip open too-"

Jonathan inhales sharp and takes a step back, "I'm gonna go get us some food- maybe when I get back, we could talk about hobbies- like playing your drums-"

I watched him turn away, my eyes slightly widening at a thought in my head, "Jonathan, wait!-"

He stopped and looked at me.

"Take me with you." I baited him, walking towards him, "If you really wanna get to know me, you can't keep me locked up in here- and what's the point of bringing me to Paris if I don't get to breathe the air outside?"

Jonathan begins, "I'm afraid it's not that simple-"

"Only you would make it seem like it's not." I shot him a look, "What the hell am I gonna do? Run away? Get caught by the Clave- get sentenced straight back to death?"

Jonathan took a slow step towards me, "How can I be sure you're telling me the truth?"

"You can't." I shrug just lightly, "You're just gonna have to trust me."

Jonathan took a step closer, "Does that mean that you trust me?"

"You haven't earned my trust yet." I stood my ground, "Maybe if you can prove to me you're worth all of this nonsense- I'll consider it."

Jonathan stares at me, and from the look on his face, I knew I had won him over.

-

"See what you can find." Jonathan said to me after he had opened up a closet to find me a change of clothes before we had left to spend the day in Paris.

"This is all horrid." I immediately blurted, looking through the closet, "Is there not just one leather jacket in here-"

"These belonged to Lilith." Jonathan stepped out of the closet, "Happily, she won't be needing them any longer."