“He found himself thinking of the heartbroken way Jem said parabatai. It made him remember the shadow that hung over his father, the wound where a parabatai should be. It made him think of Jace. Ever since he could remember, Alec had loved and felt responsible for his family. There had never been any choice, but with Jace it was different. Jace, his parabatai, the first person who’d ever chosen him. The first time Alec had decided to choose someone back, to take on another responsibility. The first choice, opening the door to all the others.
Alec took a deep breath and tapped out Miss u into his phone.
He immediately received back Miss u too and let himself take a breath, the ache in his chest easier now. Jace was there, waiting for him in New York with the rest of his family. Talking about feelings wasn’t so bad.
Then he received another text.
R U OK?
In rapid succession, Alec received several more texts.
R U IN SOME KIND OF TROUBLE?
DID U GET HIT IN UR HEAD!
Then he got a text from Clary.
Why did Jace get a text from you and look very pleased but then suddenly very worried? Is something going on?
Talking about feelings was the worst. Once you did it, everybody immediately wanted you to do it more.
Alec typed out a grouchy I’m fine and then called out cautiously, “Rafe?”
Rafael popped immediately up from his bed.
“Would you like the phone back?” asked Alec. “Here it is. Take it. Don’t worry if any more texts arrive. Just show me if there are any more pictures.”
I’ve got a plain black sketchbook, and while the blank canvas look is nice for a sketchbook, I prefer a little more personal touch, so I’m going to paint it.
beginnings of some designs :3