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Sophideon & Baby Thomas pt. 3!!

I’ve finally finished! I hope it’s a good conclusion! The part in bold is from the second part, since I thought it would be confusing without it. Here are parts  1 and  2

-Ana <3

“Thomas Lightwood.”

They looked at him again. He hadn’t changed since they had named him and yet, there was something else in the air: 

Hope.

…

Six weeks later, they were able to hold him. Sophie cried while she cradled Thomas and supported his tiny head in her palm. He was still so tiny, and yet he was so beautiful. He had yet to open his eyes, or even cry, for that matter. She knew her face was a mess of tears and had probably turned red and splotchy. However, in that moment, Sophie did not have it in her to care about those little things. All she thought about was how her baby boy, who had been on the verge of death far too many times to count, was breathing in her arms.  Gideon put his own arms around her and his chin on her shoulder. He stroked Thomas’ cheek with his thumb. So long they had anticipated this moment and now they relished in it. Sophie felt so lucky that Thomas had lived, even if there was still time left before they could bring him home. She kissed his tiny nose and turned her head to kiss Gideon. She knew she would cherish this moment for the rest of her life. 

…

Two months had come and gone before Thomas Lightwood was able to come home. Two months of living half of their lives in the Silent City. Both parents were ecstatic that they would finally be able to introduce Thomas to their daughters. Most of all, they were excited to be able to go back to their normal life, where they could wake up and go to sleep in the same bed, take their daughters out for walks and fall back into a routine.  

Gideon would always insist on spending the night in the Silent City with Thomas while urging Sophie to go back home with the girls. After all, she had given birth recently and she needed to recover. 

“Thomas and I will have some man-time.” Gideon would joke, always trying to lighten the mood of the situation. 

Sophie would just shake her head and kiss his cheek goodnight.  

Now, Gideon was tucking Thomas into a small basket made big with little Thomas inside. Sophie wished more than anything that nobody on the streets would stop them. Not because she was ashamed of her son; she could never feel ashamed for him. If anything she felt pride that he survived when even the Brothers did not think he was going to live. However, she did not wish to have to see the faces of people when they caught sight of Thomas. For Gideon and herself, Thomas’ current state was an immense improvement, though that has most likely been because they were the only ones who had seen him that first day. She did not wish to hear the gasp, see the look of sympathy. Most of all, she did not want to hear an apology, as though Thomas being alive were a burden to them because of how he looked. Sophie wished people could see Thomas for the blessing he was. She did not stay by his side all those hours for people to take one look at him and pity her for birthing a sickly child. 

Gideon straightened and offered her his arm. “Shall we go back home?”

Sophie couldn’t help but smile. “I would love nothing more.”

They bid the Silent Brothers goodbye, thanking them profusely for all of their help. Sophie even embraced Jem, even though it was not necessarily a correct way of thanking a Silent Brother. Gideon kept looking back into the basket as they walked down the street.

“What?” Sophie asked.

“I still cannot believe I’m carrying Thomas.”

“Because he is so light?”

“Well, I was thinking because it seemed like we would never be able to take him home, but him being so light does not help his case.”

Sophie rested her head on his shoulder. “At least he will be easy to bring down when he gets stuck in that tree, like two little girls I know.”

Gideon laughed. “However will we get three children out of that tree? We’ve run out of arms.”

“I can climb up and throw them down to you.”

“And how will you get down?”

“I think I am more than capable of getting down from a tree, Gideon Lightwood.”

“Of course you are, my beautiful Sophia, but I would have climbed up and helped you down.”

“Ever the gentleman.”

Gideon shook his head, smiling.  

After being sad for so long, their happiness felt like a cold river on a hot summer’s day. 

…

Eugenia and Barbara could hardly suppress the bounce in their steps as Gideon walked them back home. They were so excited to finally see their brother, that they practically dragged Gideon home. 

“Papa, walk quicker!” 

“Yes! What if he grows tired and leaves?”

“Silly, Genie. Thomas cannot walk yet.” Barbara said.

“Oh, right.”

The girls wiggled, trying to slip out of his grasp.

“Stop doing that,” Gideon laughed. “Thomas is very patient.” 

“But I am not! Oh, Papa, I must see him before I burst with…” Eugenia trailed off.

“Anticipation?” Gideon offered.

“Yes. I think. I will burst with an-pisi-pat-on.”

Barbara furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Gideon. He shrugged and motioned for her to let it go and not correct her sister. 

Eugenia skipped the rest of the way down the road, until their house came into view.

“We are almost there!” She squealed and jumped.

“Eugenia. You cannot scream when you get there. You will upset him.” Barbara said.

Eugenia rolled her eyes.

Gideon opened the door to the house and took them to where Thomas and Sophie were.

…

Barbara caught one look at him and ran back to Gideon. She buried her face in his leg and shook her head, not wanting to see anymore. Eugenia was more curious. She looked at his face with fascination and, much to Gideon and Sophie’s surprise, bent down next to him. Eugenia examined his small hands and took one look at his closed eyes before saying, “Isn’t he excited to meet us? How come he’s still asleep?”

Sophie catches Gideon’s eye. He, too, seemed to be suppressing a laugh; only Eugenia would be offended that her infant brother was asleep during their first encounter.

“He’s too young to understand what is going on, Genie. I’m sure if he knew, he would be wide awake.” 

“Hm, maybe someone should tell him,” Eugenia said. “Hullo, Thomas,” she announced, “I am your older sister, but not your oldest sister. I am your…” She trailed off.

“Younger older sister?” Gideon offered. 

“Yes!”

Sophie looked at him, surprised.

“Gabriel said the same thing when Tatiana was born.” Gideon said, his voice going soft at the mention of his sister.

Sophie gave him a comforting look, knowing how hard it was to speak of Tatiana. 

“Anyway, I am your younger older sister. Eugenia.” 

Perhaps it was a pure coincidence. However, it was safe to say that Gideon and Sophie did not expect Thomas to open his eyes right after Eugenia finished speaking.

Sophie gasped. Thomas’ bright green eyes looked around the room. They were beautiful. She bent down next to Eugenia. Gideon tried to coax Barbara to look up for where she had pressed her face against his neck. 

Sophie put her arms around Eugenia and hugged her tightly. 

“I think that means he is happy to meet you, Genie.”

Eugenia’s lips spread into a wide smile. 

“I like my new brother.” Eugenia said. “What about you, Barbara?”

Barbara looked up, barely, at the mention of her name. Eugenia looked at her expectantly. Barbara did not say anything.

“It’s alright, Barbara.” 

“No, it’s not.” Eugenia frowned.

“Eugenia!”

“She’s being vain and inconsiderate. Don’t you know it’s rude not to introduce yourself, Babs?”

“Genie,” Gideon said.

“Poor Thomas came all this way to meet us and you cannot even show him an ounce of respect?”

“Eugenia.” Sophie said, outraged.

“If you’ll excuse me, I would like to get to know our dear brother better.” And with that Eugenia picked up the basket and walked out of the room.

Gideon and Sophie stood stupefied. They exchanged an appalled look until Sophie realized what Eugenia held in her hands—

“EUGENIA, put Thomas down!” 

“You want me to drop Thomas?!”

“NO!” Sophie and Gideon yelled.

Eugenia popped back into view and Sophie ran to her, grabbing hold of the basket.

Eugenia’s eyes widened, looking like they were at the verge of tears.

“Eugenia, honey, I know you want to spend time with Thomas, but he’s very fragile right now. If you were to drop him by mistake—”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know, darling. The point is, he can get hurt very easily and we don’t want that, do we?”

“No, mama.”

Sophie kissed her forehead. “You can hold him if you wish, but you must sit down and be very gentle.”

Eugenia bounced on the balls of her feet. “Yes, mama! I promise to be extra careful with him! May I hold him now?”

Sophie chuckled. “Of course.”

…

Barbara did not even want to be in the same room as Thomas. Sophie was worried that she would never warm up to her brother and it absolutely broke her heart. It was evident to her that she was overreacting. Surely Barbara would come to love him. Eventually. Sophie bit her lip. Yes, there was no doubt about it. She will. Or she won’t. No, no, she will. 

Sophie pressed her lips together tightly. She looked down at Thomas in her arms, who was staring up at her. She smiled and nuzzled his face. 

“Sweet child. How different you are from your very loud sisters.”  

She looked into his green eyes. 

“Do not fret for you will grow very tall, my darling.” Sophie kissed his soft feet. “Why, all of the men in my family were as tall as beanstalks.”

Thomas smiled a little bit, perhaps at her facial expressions.

“And one day, when you can speak,” she brushed his lips with her finger, “you will tell us about how it’s like to touch the clouds.” 

She put her finger in his semi-open hand. Thomas slowly closed it. His fist was so tiny, it couldn’t fit her entire hand in it. Sophie kissed his cheek. She whispered in his ear.

“Do not tell your sisters, but I’ve always wanted a son.” 

…

Sophie looked at the photograph on her bedside table. Sophie smiled and placed her hand over the witchlight to turn it off. She looked at Gideon, who was already in bed from sheer exhaustion. He opened his arms for her and Sophie nestled herself inside. She pressed her cheek against his warm chest as he pressed a kiss to her head. 

“You’re freezing, Soph.” He rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

She closed her eyes and smiled.

“Soph?”

“Yes?”

“Oh, I thought you fell asleep.”

“So quickly?”

Gideon gave her a sheepish smile, which Sophie kissed softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Whether they were talking about the company of each other or seeing the sadness having finally been lifted from the other, it would remain unknown. Perhaps it was both; a concoction of pure bliss and adrenalin that comes when you finally step out of the shadows. 

Their troubles were far from over. They would have to face trials through tears and sadness in the near future but, in the present, nothing could harm them. Even if they knew they were in the eye of the hurricane, rather than the outskirts, they would still be smiling. Sadness could wait. 

Sophie combed her fingers through Gideon’s hair and rested her lips on his collarbone. His hands on her back were warm, sweet. She was drifting off to sleep when she heard it.

Her eyes flew open, and she met Gideon’s. They flew out of bed and sped to the nursery. Was he really crying? Sophie’s eyes burned. She opened the door and found someone had already come to Thomas. 

Barbara was looking down at the crib, one of her hands drooped inside. Thomas was quiet as he stared up at his sister. Sophie watched, mesmerized as Barbara smiled at her brother. She felt hands on her shoulders and smiled up at Gideon. 

Sophie and Gideon had three children. And they were their pride and joy.

Tagging: @celias

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THE LIGHTWOOD WE LOVE.

Art by: @cassandrajp

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Emma al diario

Querido diario… Así es como se supone que debes empezar, ¿cierto? Me siento un poco tonta escribiendo esto, desde que nunca pensé en tener un diario, pero que puedo decir. Supongo que Tatiana Ligthwood me inspiro. Siento que debería darle un nombre al diario, algo amistoso, para poder escribir “Querida Clara” o “Querido Bruce” en lugar de: Querido diario. Bruce está empezando a caerme bien, de hecho.

Entonces pensé que podría usar esto para organizar mis pensamientos. He estado anotando cosas en pequeños cuadernos el tiempo que Jules y yo hemos estado viajando. (¿Sabías que hay muchas criaturas fae (1) que han sido clasificadas incorrectamente como demoníacas por la Clave? ¿Cómo las curupiras? La mayoría de los viejos bestiarios necesitan urgentemente ser corregidos).

En realidad, es bastante extraño estar asentado después de darle la vuelta al mundo durante casi un año. Julian realmente se ha lanzado con todo este proyecto de restauración. Creo que apela a su sentido de atención y deliberación. Le encanta trabajar con sus manos (y me gusta verlo trabajar con sus manos) y resolver proyectos. Además de todo lo demás, está pintando un mural en el salón de baile. No me deja entrar para verlo. Dice que es una sorpresa, ¡así que supongo que tengo que vivir en el suspenso!

Realmente espero que cuando este lugar esté totalmente arreglado, haga algo para volverlo menos aterrador. Bromeé al respecto con Dru cuando le escribí, pero todavía tengo la sensación de que hay cosas acechando en cada sombra. Incluso cuando enciendo mi luz mágica al máximo, solo resalta las extrañas grietas en las paredes y las extrañas manchas en el yeso. No puedo explicarlo, pero siento que hace mucho tiempo, sucedió algo horrible aquí. Está en los escalofríos que suben y bajan por mi columna, y en la extraña forma en que el vidrio de las ventanas se empaña sin razón alguna, o en algún punto frío a medio camino de las escaleras. Sigo queriendo alcanzar a Cortana, pero este no es el tipo de cosas con las que puedes luchar. Es solo un sentimiento.

Y a veces no está allí. Pasé una tarde perfectamente normal hoy escarbando cajas en lo que solía ser la cocina. Sacamos muchas de ellas del sótano (que es tan espeluznante que planearé referirme a ella a partir de ahora como Spidertown (2). No he visto tantas arañas desde Thule. * Estremecimiento *)

Algunas de las cajas contienen cosas perfectamente normales. Hay algunos hermosos cubiertos y porcelana que pertenecieron a una persona llamada Barbara Pangborn (debe haberse casado con un Lightwood o un Blackthorn). Manteles y ropa de cama de lujo con el símbolo de las espinas Blackthorn tejido alrededor de las orillas, como un borde. Una gran caja de juguetes rotos y muñecas de porcelana con la inscripción "Grace Blackthorn". Había una daga con runas empujada hacia abajo entre las cabezas de las muñecas rotas, así que supongo que era una niña que recién comenzaba a entrenar. ¡Aw! (Aunque las cabezas de las muñecas son espeluznantes).

Julian entró cuando yo estaba a mitad de desempacar y decidió ayudar limpiando la rejilla de la chimenea. Se cubrió completamente de hollín y tosía, así que lo arrastré al ala moderna, le quité la camisa y comencé a limpiarlo. Y bueno, estaba sin camisa y sucio y me miraba con esos hermosos ojos azul verdoso y ¿qué puedo decir?

Salté sobre él. Retrocedimos hasta el dormitorio besándonos como locos y nos dejamos caer sobre la cama y las sábanas se llenaron de hollín y valió la pena. (Y esos son todos los detalles que obtienes, Bruce. Deja de preguntar).

No puedo creer que alguna vez pensé que Jules y yo solo éramos amigos. Es casi como si lo amara tanto que no podía ver todo, lo grande que era. Estaba de pie dentro de él, buscando ese tipo de amor sin darme cuenta de que estaba rodeado por él. ¿Eso tiene sentido, Bruce? No soy escritor, ¡así que probablemente soy terrible para expresar este tipo de cosas! Sé que a menudo siento que debería decirle a Julian que lo amo más, pero él nunca dice nada al respecto, así que trato de decírselo de otra manera que no sea con palabras. La forma en que me acurruco contra él cuando dormimos, la forma en que me acerco detrás de él y lo abrazo cuando se concentra en algo (aunque no cuando está pintando, ¡o habría manchas en todos los lienzos!). un segundo. ¿Esta alguien llamando a la puerta?

[Una hora después]

¡Bruce! ¡No lo vas a creer pero Cristina está aquí! ¡Y Mark y Kieran están con ella! Ni siquiera sé cómo se las arregló Kieran para escapar de Feéra (3) algo sobre él haciendo un voto a la tierra de que estaría aquí por menos de tres puestas de sol, ¡pero estoy tan feliz de verlos! Cristina y yo bailamos como locos y nos abrazamos, y de alguna manera Mark y Kieran lograron convencer a Julian de que deberíamos salir esta noche a ver Londres. Todos vamos a usar ropa del armario de Super Groovy Sixties (4) y vamos a ir a tantos pubs como podamos. No puedo esperar, Jules y yo necesitamos un descanso. ¡Londres, aquí vamos! ¡Prepárate para la fiesta de los cazadores de sombras! *

* Y un rey de las hadas.

1. Otra forma de referirse a las creaturas hadas.

2. Traducido literalmente: el pueblo de las arañas.

3. Otro nombre para referirse al país de las hadas.

4. Los maravillosos sesentas.

Texto original de @cassandraclare

Traducción del texto Annie ©

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Finally have a new Shadowhunters Short Story for you!

Hello lovely people!

I just finished Chain of Gold last night so now I can finally post some more Shadowhunter Short stories for you all! 

The story I will be posting next is basically a ‘What If’, what if shortly before Barbara Lightwood died, Charlotte found out she was pregnant with twins? How will she break it to Sophie and Gideon, that she and Henry are going to have 2 more children, while Sophie and Gideon just lost their daughter? Also, one of the babies will have a very special middle name. 

I think it will make more sense when you read it, I’m not very good at writing summaries.

I plan to post this short story tomorrow morning (25/03/20) at approximately 10:00 A.M. GMT, as usual. 

I hope you’ll enjoy, and in the mean time, here’s a snippet for you lovely people!

A few hours later after a very brief labor, Charlotte and Henry are introducing their twin girls to Sophie and Gideon, the first to meet them.

“Oh they are so beautiful! Have you decided on names for them yet?” Sophie asks, as she and Gideon each cradle a twin.

“Yes actually we have. Gideon, you are holding baby B, Jane Delilah Fairchild.” Charlotte begins. Gideon smiles softly down at the baby in his arms and strokes her cheek.

“Well hello there Jane, the name suit you.” He softly says.

“Sophie.” Charlotte continues. “You are holding Baby A. Matilda Barbara Fairchild.” The Ligthwoods are both totally still and quiet for a moment, with tears welling up in Sophie’s eyes. Then, Sophie bends to hug Charlotte tightly and quietly says “Thank you.” Sophie then straightens up and smiles down at the baby in her arms.

“Hello there little Matilda, little Tilly, Barbara would be honored to share a name with you, she was so special to us because she was our first baby, and you are so special to your parents because you little madame,and your sister, are all your mama and papa have wanted for the past few years, you two are going to make so many people so very happy.”

That night, in the nursery, Matilda and Jane wake up to see the transparent figure of a slim young woman with green eyes and brown hair, dressed in a simple white gown, standing by their cribs and smiling at them.

“Hello little ones.” The spirit of Barbara Lightwood softly says. “I hear you, little Tilly, share a name with me. I am very honored to share a name with you, your parents have excellent taste in names, just as mine did.” The babies stare up at her, wide eyed. “Now girls, you need to let your parents rest after the day they’ve had, so try not to fuss too much, Though I suspect Matthew or Charles will be in here before your mama or papa, and by all means wake them as often as you like. Boys are very annoying I’m sure you’ll learn that soon, but don’t worry, I put up with Tommy for 18 years, I will help you cope with Charles and Matthew.”

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@ofcscavengcrs​ ( max for barbara )

“Hey, you’re Barbara, right?” Max offered a friendly smile towards the other. “My name’s Max Ligthwood-Bane. I’m Rafael’s brother. I was uh... I was sorta hoping we could get to know one another?”

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Lee un extracto exclusivo de "Chain of Gold" Ahora.

Cordelia no podía entender por qué estaba tan preocupada por Lucie. Ellas se habían visto en varias salas de retiro, y Lucie podría haberse ido en cualquiera de ellas o haber regresado a su propia habitación. Realmente, podría estar en cualquier parte del Instituto. Matthew le había dicho que no se preocupara antes de irse a ningún lado, pero Cordelia no podía sacarse su sensación de inquietud.

"¡Por el amor de Dios!" Llamó alguien, interrumpiendo sus pensamientos. Era la voz de un hombre, baja y barítona. "¡Que alguien venga a ayudarla!"

Cordelia miró a su alrededor; todos parecían estar sorprendidos y charlando entre ellos. A lo lejos, podía ver un círculo suelto de personas de pie alrededor de lo que estaba sucediendo. Se levantó las faldas y comenzó a abrise paso entre la multidud.

Podía sentir su cabello saliendo de sus rizos cuidadosamente arreglados y cayendo sobre sus hombros. Su madre estaría furiosa, pero de verdad. ¿Por qué la gente no se mudó? Eran cazadores de sombras. ¿Qué demonios estaban haciendo parados como palos mientras alguien estaba angustiado?

Se hizo camino a través de un pequeño grupo de curiosos y allí, en el suelo, había un joven que sostenía el cuerpo inerte de Barbara Lightwood en sus brazos. Oliver Hayward, se dio cuenta Cordelia. El pretendiente de Barbara. "Estábamos bailando", decía, luciendo desconcertado, "y ella se derrumbó..."

Cordelia cayó de rodillas. Barbara Lightwood estaba horriblemente pálida, su cabello oscuro estaba pegado en sus sienes por el sudor. Estaba respirando en breves y erráticos estallidos. En momentos como este, toda timidez abandonó a Cordelia; solo podía pensar en qué hacer a continuación. "Ella necesita aire", dijo. "Probablemente su corsé la esté atormentando. ¿Alguien tiene un cuchillo?"

Anna Lightwood se abrió paso entre la multitud y avanzó, arrodillándose frente a Cordelia con fluida gracia. "Tengo una daga", dijo, sacando una daga enfundada de su chaleco. "¿Qué es lo que se debe hacer?"

"Necesitamos cortarle el corsé", dijo Cordelia. "Ella ha tenido un shock y necesita respirar".

"Podrías dejarme eso a mí", dijo Anna. Tenía una voz ronca extraordinaria, como miel y papel de lija. Extendió la mano para levantar a Barbara del regazo de Oliver, luego pasó la daga por la parte posterior de su vestido, separando delicadamente la tela y luego el material más grueso del corsé debajo. Cuando se soltó del cuerpo de Barbara, Anna levantó la vista y dijo distraídamente: "Ari, tu chaqueta..."

Ariadne Bridgestock rápidamente sacó su chaqueta de seda de sus hombros y se la entregó a Anna, quien envolvió a Barbara en ella para mantenerla decente. Barbara comenzaba ya a respirar con más regularidad, y el color de sus mejillas volvía. Anna miró a Cordelia por encima de la cabeza de Barbara, una mirada pensativa en sus ojos azules.

"¡¿Qué demonios?!" Sophie Ligthwood se había abierto paso a través del círculo de espectadores, su esposo, Gideon, justo detrás de ella. "¡Barbara!" Se giró hacia Oliver, que estaba cerca, luciendo completamente angustiado. "¿Ella se cayó"

"Ella colapsó", repitió Oliver. "Estábamos bailando, y ella se desmayó."

Los párpados de Barbara se agitaron. Se sentó en los brazos de su prima, parpadeando hacia su madre. Sus mejillas se sonrojaron de un rojo brillante. "Estoy...estoy bien", dijo. "Estoy bien ahora. Tuve un mareo, fue solo un tonto mareo."

Cordelia se puso de pie cuando más invitados se unieron al círculo de transeúntes que rodeaban a Barbara. Gideon y Sophie ayudaron a su hija a ponerse de pie, y Thomas, apareciendo entre la multitud, le ofreció a su hermana un pañuelo desgastado. Ella lo tomó con una sonrisa temblorosa y se limpió el labio.

Salió manchado de sangre.

"Me mordí el labio", dijo Barbara apresuradamente. "Me caí y me mordí el labio. Eso es todo."

"Necesitamos una estela", dijo Thomas. "¿James?"

Cordelia no se había dado cuenta de que James estaba allí. Se volvió y lo vio de pie justo detrás de ella.

Verlo la sobresaltó. Hace años, había tenido una escalofriante fiebre;: recordó la forma en que se veía entonces, enfermo y pálido. "Mi estela", dijo bruscamente. "Dentro del bolsillo de mi pecho. Barbara necesita una runa curativa".

Por un momento, Cordelia se preguntó por qué no podía traerlo él mismo, pero tenía las manos apretadas a los costados, duros como piedras. Ella extendió la mano y buscó nerviosamente su pecho. Seda y tela debajo de su mano, y el latido de su corazón. Ella agarró el objeto delgado y con forma de pluma en su bolsillo y se lo tendió a Thomas, quien lo tomó con una mirada de sorpresa. Realmente, no había mirado a Thomas antes: tenía los ojos color avellana brillantes, como los de su madre, enmarcados por gruesas pestañas marrones.

"James". Lucie se había cambiado de lugar entre James y Cordelia, y estaba tirando de la manga de su hermano. "Jamie. Tuviste—"

Sacudió la cabeza. "Ahora no, Luce."

Lucie parecía preocupada. Los tres observaron en un silencioso grupo cómo Thomas terminaba la runa curativa en el brazo de su hermana, y Barbara exclamó nuevamente que estaba bien y que solo había tenido un mareo. "Olvidé comer hoy", le dijo a su madre, mientras Sophie la rodeaba con el brazo. "Eso es todo lo que es."

"Sin embargo, será mejor que te lleve a casa", dijo Sophie, mirando a su alrededor. "Will—. ¿Puedes traer el carruaje?"

La multidud había comenzado a dispersarse; claramente no había nada más interesante que ver aquí. La familia Lightwood se dirigía hacia la puerta, Barbara en el brazo de Thomas, cuando se detuvieron. Un hombre encasillado con un bigote negro en el manillar se había acercado a Gideon y le estaba hablando con entusiasmo.

"¿Qué le estará diciendo el Inquisidor al tío Gideon?" Preguntó Lucie con curiosidad. James y Matthew solo sacudieron la cabeza. Después de unos momentos, Gideon asintió y siguió al hombre —el Inquisidor, supuso Cordelia— hasta donde Charles estaba hablando con Grace Blackthorn. Su rostro estaba vuelto hacia él, sus ojos brillantes e interesados. Cordelia recordó todas las lecciones que su madre le había dado sobre cómo parecer interesada en la conversación en eventos sociales: Grace parecía haberlas absorbido todas después de estar en la sociedad por un corto tiempo.

Charles se apartó a regañadientes de Grace y discutió con Gideon Lightwood. El Inquisidor se movía entre la multitud, deteniéndose para hablar con varios Cazadores de Sombras mientras avanzaba. La mayoría parecía tener la edad de Charles: Cordelia supuso que tendría unos veinte años.

"Parece que la fiesta terminó", dijo Alastair, apareciendo entre la multitud sosteniendo un cigarro. Estaba gesticulando con eso, aunque Cordelia sabía que si alguna vez comenzaba a fumar tabajo, Sona la asesinaría. "Aparentemente, hubo un ataque de un demonio Shax en Seven Dials"

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Happy birthday, Sophie Collins!

Art by: @cassandrajp

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¡Happy birthday, Gabriel Lightwormod!