Post by Luke Hexcaster on Sept 26, 2013 20:33:39 GMT -5
The Hexcaster family wasn't all tradition. They didn't always follow the traditions and set ideas of the Shadowhunters. After the most of the Hexcasters died, their bones were used in the City of Bones, but they had already pre-purchased a set of tombstones for anyone who wished to grieve, but not go to the COB. Lukas walked through the graveyard with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a book in the other. As he walked, his blue eyes rested on the tombstones of his seven family members. "Hey," he said quietly, "I brought some flowers. Roses for Mom, some carnations for Dad, tulips for Tristan, chrysanthemums for Jason, and some cherry blossoms for Simon..." He rested the flowers before each grave, seeing the names carved into the granite.
"And I have a story for Lucy and Susan," he said, sitting down in front of his little sisters' graves, opening the book to the first page, "'It wasn't my fault he broke his arm. Greyson had it coming to him.'" Lukas read and read and read, completely content with his readings to stones. When he got to the third chapter, he closed it and just talked to them all as if they were people, "Yeah, so I moved back with Luke, and the Institute. I'm kind of swapping back and forth. Oh! And I met my godsister! Yeah, Clary. She's awesome. I think you would really like her, I seriously do. She's fun and kind. Oh, and Simon, she's an artist like you! I think that you'll all really get along. And she saw my photo of you guys and she called us a 'beautiful family'. She's my new sister, and I love her as such." Lukas then smiled and laid down on the grass in front of the the seven graves up at the grey sky.
He looked to his right at Simon's grave. Simon. His identical twin brother. They were always seen together, almost never apart. While Lukas preferred to stay quieter and alone and Simon was more popular and social, they both were inseparable. Lukas felt a small tear run down his cheek. Even to this day Lukas couldn't get the idea that they were all dead into his mind. He felt like he was going to go home and find Tristan and Simon in the front yard playing some form of sport and Jason in the library reading every book he could find. While Lucy and Susan would be in the training room testing out new spells or martial arts skills. God, Lukas missed them all. But, he needed to look forward and not be anchored to the past... but he couldn't help it. Lukas whipped his cheek and looked back up at the sky, his knit hat making a scratching sound in the grass.
"And I have a story for Lucy and Susan," he said, sitting down in front of his little sisters' graves, opening the book to the first page, "'It wasn't my fault he broke his arm. Greyson had it coming to him.'" Lukas read and read and read, completely content with his readings to stones. When he got to the third chapter, he closed it and just talked to them all as if they were people, "Yeah, so I moved back with Luke, and the Institute. I'm kind of swapping back and forth. Oh! And I met my godsister! Yeah, Clary. She's awesome. I think you would really like her, I seriously do. She's fun and kind. Oh, and Simon, she's an artist like you! I think that you'll all really get along. And she saw my photo of you guys and she called us a 'beautiful family'. She's my new sister, and I love her as such." Lukas then smiled and laid down on the grass in front of the the seven graves up at the grey sky.
He looked to his right at Simon's grave. Simon. His identical twin brother. They were always seen together, almost never apart. While Lukas preferred to stay quieter and alone and Simon was more popular and social, they both were inseparable. Lukas felt a small tear run down his cheek. Even to this day Lukas couldn't get the idea that they were all dead into his mind. He felt like he was going to go home and find Tristan and Simon in the front yard playing some form of sport and Jason in the library reading every book he could find. While Lucy and Susan would be in the training room testing out new spells or martial arts skills. God, Lukas missed them all. But, he needed to look forward and not be anchored to the past... but he couldn't help it. Lukas whipped his cheek and looked back up at the sky, his knit hat making a scratching sound in the grass.
