When the blonde hand turned down the drink, he nodded and moved back into the other room, arms folding across his chest. The words the other man was about to say would be astonishing to hear. He didn’t know Imogen, hell if the Clave knew he was alive in a sense, they’d torment him to all holy hell. He was not about that life. When Jace had left Magnolia with the Lightwood children for a while, he noticed, but kept his respectable business only for the sickening need to know Jace was his kin. The only way Herondale could be passed down was by him, unless his parents had another son, but they hadn’t. Jace meant he wasn’t cursed. Jace meant he could be okay.
“Honestly Jace, how could I not forget the park? We had a childish rock fight and then you told me to stay away from you and to find someone else to pretend to be my grandson, or something to that darling effect.” Will hummed, his fingers tapping upon his other arm until he heard Jace say why he had come. “To apology for throwing rocks or being rude about my family photo… I was serious about what I said you prick. If you are who you are suppose to be then I’m not cursed. You let it be known that I can be normal like you and those Lightwoods…. I’m sorry. In my time the Lightwoods were rather prickish….” He remarked with a shrug, it was the truth and it hardly phased him. He left out the part about Tatiana. That was a sensitive subject.
He hiked a brow as Jace apologized for being so uptight and rude, “You mean like the really long story I gave you and you threw it back in my face?” Will said a bit spitefully, but deserving of the witty comeback because it was the truth. But he sighed and shook his head, calming down a bit a he let the blonde speak. “So what does this mean then? What do you mean you ate your words?”
jace didn’t want to admit it --- hell, the last thing that he wanted to admit was the fact that he was wrong --- but the longer and longer that william went on a tangent about the harshness of his behavior, he could see their SIMILARITIES. they might not have been directly related to one another, in the way that stephen was his father and imogen was his grandmother .... but somewhere in their ancestry, they shared the same blood, and it seemed as though what imogen has mentioned about herondales so far has proven true. it was annoying, almost. and suddenly he sympathized for those he loved a lot more than he did merely two minutes ago, if this was what they had to deal with. but he had to be here, and the only thing that was keeping jace from forgetting everything and walking back out of will’s apartment was the fact that he didn’t know. with the trouble that loomed over the other nephilim’s head, he deserved to.
❝ alright, alright, ALRIGHT. i get it --- i was a bastard, can you do me a favor and shut up now? ❞ he spoke with a roll of his eyes, stepping further into the apartment, the rambling doing absolutely nothing to calm whatever nerves that have bubbled up in his chest over time. ❝ you don’t exactly make anything easy, do you? ❞ the ‘you make me want to apologize to everyone i’ve ever known’ went unsaid, he thought, though it would’ve been a nice touch, even if it didn’t make any sort of progress in their current conversation.
❝ what i was trying to say, before you decided to absolutely shit on me for a solid minute there, was that i was sorry. for throwing the rocks, yes, but for .... jumping the gun, on not believing you. ❞ he sighed, beginning a very eloquent pace across the room, back and forth, before he wound up standing directly in front of william. ❝ it turns out, when i went back to new york, a lot of crazy things happened. and among those crazy things .... my father had the pleasure of explaining who i really am. ❞ he tugged on the chain around his neck, revealing the thick band of the herondale family ring. ❝ imogen gave me this. means i’m a herondale, or something. ❞
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