He began it, Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot? Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like ‘darling’ or ‘love’), now it’s idiot. Oh, you’re using a Glamour rune. There’s one thing to declare, you are not afraid of anything when you live in the country. But this is London. I’m not afraid of London, Cecily said defiantly. Will leaned closer, almost hissing in her ear *and said something very complicated in Welsh* She laughed. No, it wouldn’t do you any good to tell me to go home. You are my brother, and I want to go with you. Will blinked at her words. You are my brother, and I want to go with you. It was the sort of thing he was used to hearing Jem say. Although Cecily was unlike Jem in every other conceivable possible way, she did share one quality with him. Stubbornness. When Cecily said she wanted something, it did not express an idle desire, but an iron determination. Do you even care where I’m going? he said. What if I were going to hell? I’ve always wanted to see hell, Cecily said. Doesn’t everyone? Most of us spend our time trying to stay out of it, Cecily. I’m going to an ifrit den, if you must know, to purchase drugs from vile, dissolute criminals. They may clap eyes on you, and decide to sell you. Wouldn’t you stop them? I suppose it would depend on whether they cut me a part of the profit. She shook her head. Jem is your parabatai, she said. He is your brother, given to you by the Clave, but I am your sister by blood. Why would you do anything for him, but you only want me to go home? How do you know the drugs are for Jem? Will said. I’m not an idiot, Will. No, more’s the pity. Jem- Jem is like the better part of me. I would not expect you to understand. I owe him. I owe him this. So what am I? Cecily said. Will exhaled, too desperate to check himself. You are my weakness. And Tessa is your heart, she said, not angrily, but thoughtfully. I am not fooled. As I told you, I’m not an idiot. And more’s the pity for you, although I suppose we all want things we can’t have. Oh, said Will, and what do you want? I want you to come home. A strand of black hair was stuck to her cheek by the dampness, and Will fought the urge to pull her cloak closer about her, to make her safe as he had when she was a child. The Institute is my home, Will sighed, and leaned his head against the stone wall. I can’t stand out her arguing with you all evening, Cecily. If you’re determined to follow me into hell, I can’t stop you. Finally, she said provingly. You’ve seen sense. I knew you would, you’re related to me. Will fought the urge to shake her. Are you ready? She nodded, and he raised his hand to knock on the door.
But what of you? Gabriel said, and they were very close now, almost touching. It is your choice to make now, to stay or return. I will stay, Cecily said. I choose the war. Gabriel let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. You will give up your home? A drafty old house in Yorkshire? Cecily said. This is London. And give up what is familiar? Familiar is dull. And give up seeing your parents? It is against the Law … She smiled, the glimmer of a smile. Everyone breaks the Law. Cecy, he said, and closed the distance between them, though it was not much, and then he was kissing her—his hands awkward around her shoulders at first, slipping on the stiff taffeta of her gown before his fingers slid behind her head, tangling in her soft, warm hair. She stiffened in surprise before softening against him, the seam of her lips parting as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. When she drew away at last, he felt light-headed. Cecy? he said again, his voice hoarse. Five, she said. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was steady. Five? he echoed blankly. 907/1090 My rating, she said, and smiled at him. Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require work, but the native talent is certainly there. What you require is practice. And you are willing to be my tutor? I should be very insulted if you chose another, she said, and leaned up to kiss him again.
Why are we bringing him along, again?" Will inquired, of the world in general as well as his sister. Cecily put her hands on her hips. "Why are you bringing Tessa?" "Because Tessa and I are going to be married," Will said, and Tessa smiled; the way that Will's little sister could ruffle his feathers like no one else was still amusing to her. "Well, Gabriel and I might well be married," Cecily said. "Someday." Gabriel made a choking noise, and turned an alarming shade of purple. Will threw up his hands. "You can't be married Cecily! You're only fifteen! When I get married, I'll be eighteen! An adult!" Cecily did not look impressed. "We may have a long engagement," she said. "But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met." Will sputtered. "I am not counseling you to marry a man your parents have never met!" "Then we are in agreement. Gabriel must meet Mam and Dad.
You are a Lightwood," Cecily said. "You stayed because you were loyal to your family name. It is not cowardice." "Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?" Cecily opened her mouth, then closed it again. Gabriel was looking for her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. He seemed genuinely desperate to hear her answer. She wondered if he had anyone else to talk to. She could see how it might be terrifying to take one's moral qualms to Gideon; he seemed so staunch, as if he never questioned himself in his life and would not understand those who did. "I think," she said, choosing her words with care, "that any good impulse can be twisted into something evil. Look at the Magister. He does what he does because he hates the Shadowhunters, out of loyalty to his parents, who cared for him, and who were killed. It is not beyond the realm of understanding. And yet nothing excuses the result. I think when we make choices-for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before-we must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.
Cecy, what are you doing here?" She took a step forward, then paused on the threshold, glancing down at her bare feet. I could ask of you the same. I like to talk to the horses at night. They make good company. And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.
Cecy," he said, and closed the distance between them, though it was not much, and then he was kissing her-his hands awkward around her shoulders at first, slipping on the stiff taffeta of her gown before his fingers slipped behind her head, tangling in her soft, warm hair. She stiffened in surprise before softening against him, the seam of her lips parting as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. When she drew away at last, he felt light-headed. "Cecy?" He said again, his voice hoarse. "Five," she said. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was steady. "Five?" He echoed blankly. "My rating," she said, and smiled at him. "Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require work, but the native talent is certainly there. What you require is practise." "And you are willing to be my tutor?" "I should be very insulted if you chose another," she said, and leaned up to kiss him again.
–¿No te importa siquiera a dónde voy? –dijo él. –¿Qué si estoy yendo al Infierno? –Siempre quise ver el Infierno, –dijo Cecily con calma. –¿No lo quiere todo el mundo? –La mayoría de nosotros pasamos el tiempo luchando para mantenernos al margen de él
–¿Puedes escucharlos? –reclamó. –¡Oh, eso no es justo para nada! –Todo es muy romántico, –dijo Gabriel y frunció el ceño. – O lo sería si mi hermano pudiera soltar una palabra sin sonar como una rana atragantándose. Me temo que no pasará a la historia como uno de los máximos conquistadores de las mujeres en el mundo.
Does anyone know why Will left?" Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them were seated. Cecily, her hands folded demurely before her, suddenly became very interested in the pattern of the carpet.