Post by Luke Hexcaster on Apr 24, 2013 19:48:42 GMT -5
Luke sat at the Dining Room table, opening his mail. Alec was in the Library, Izzy in the Kitchen, (Probably cooking another poisonous dish), Mayrse in the Weapons Room, and Jace in the Training Room. He really didn't want to be disturbed. He was reading a letter from his penpal in England, Blane. He was about to get a pen and paper to write back, but he noticed another letter under the two others from his cousin and the other from his cell phone company. It was written on blue paper with a white wax seal displaying the Hexcaster family symbol of a fire poker next to a stool.
Uh oh. This only meant one thing. Aunt Caroline and Uncle Thomas. Uncle Thomas was the secong oldest sibling from his father's side, just below his father. He took over the family after Luke's family died. He took a butter knife and cut the seal off of the envelope. He read Uncle Thomas's cursive, written very formally. Luke's eyes caught one word. Debutant.
His grey eyes widened, and he stood up. Then, throwing the letter on the table, ran his callused hands down his fare, pale face. "Oh my god. Really? Really!?" he shouted in the direction of the letter, "I had to suffer through that for the first freaking couple years of my life and I do not want to complete it after years of being away from it!" His voice echoed around the Dining Room. He was sure someone heard it.
When Luke was younger his father was forced to show him, (And the rest of his siblings) the way of a debutant. They all hated it, the snobby, stuck-up, trust fund kids that never really trained hard, but just took their family name. Matthew Hexx, Luke's father, had needed to do it, and now the family was making Luke go to a debutante ball for the last time, this time without a twin brother to make fun of the rich kids with.
He wasn't going to go until Uncle Thomas pulled out the one thing that made Luke hate him:
You owe it to your father to complete this...
"God! No wonder Dad didn't make you any of our godfathers!" after reading the letter over five times, he face palmed. He really did need to. While his father hated it, he wanted Luke to meet new people, kids like him. There were some kids like that. Like Veronica Blacksky, (A kind girl who always liked Luke as a good friend), Caldwell Waterlight, (A cool guy who treated Luke with respect and eventually became his friend), or Chance Chamberwell.
Luke had a crush on Chance since he first lay eyes on him. Golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, 6'5", broad shouldered, and muscular, but still a little lean. The human incarnation of a Norse god. Looked a lot like Jace, but a lot kinder, respectful, and had a perfect smile. Luke didn't really know him that well, since he would always get flustered, embarrassed and his face would burn bright red when he was around Chance. Then he would leave as soon as possible, not wanting to embarrass himself even further.
Luke drove a Seraph Blade into the wooden fire mantel. Working the possibilities in his mind. Then finally saying to the letter, "FINE! I'll go, but I'll need someone else," he rubbed his chin. Maybe he could get Jace to go with him. Or maybe both him and Clary, if he could find her. He would owe them big time.
Uh oh. This only meant one thing. Aunt Caroline and Uncle Thomas. Uncle Thomas was the secong oldest sibling from his father's side, just below his father. He took over the family after Luke's family died. He took a butter knife and cut the seal off of the envelope. He read Uncle Thomas's cursive, written very formally. Luke's eyes caught one word. Debutant.
His grey eyes widened, and he stood up. Then, throwing the letter on the table, ran his callused hands down his fare, pale face. "Oh my god. Really? Really!?" he shouted in the direction of the letter, "I had to suffer through that for the first freaking couple years of my life and I do not want to complete it after years of being away from it!" His voice echoed around the Dining Room. He was sure someone heard it.
When Luke was younger his father was forced to show him, (And the rest of his siblings) the way of a debutant. They all hated it, the snobby, stuck-up, trust fund kids that never really trained hard, but just took their family name. Matthew Hexx, Luke's father, had needed to do it, and now the family was making Luke go to a debutante ball for the last time, this time without a twin brother to make fun of the rich kids with.
He wasn't going to go until Uncle Thomas pulled out the one thing that made Luke hate him:
You owe it to your father to complete this...
"God! No wonder Dad didn't make you any of our godfathers!" after reading the letter over five times, he face palmed. He really did need to. While his father hated it, he wanted Luke to meet new people, kids like him. There were some kids like that. Like Veronica Blacksky, (A kind girl who always liked Luke as a good friend), Caldwell Waterlight, (A cool guy who treated Luke with respect and eventually became his friend), or Chance Chamberwell.
Luke had a crush on Chance since he first lay eyes on him. Golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, 6'5", broad shouldered, and muscular, but still a little lean. The human incarnation of a Norse god. Looked a lot like Jace, but a lot kinder, respectful, and had a perfect smile. Luke didn't really know him that well, since he would always get flustered, embarrassed and his face would burn bright red when he was around Chance. Then he would leave as soon as possible, not wanting to embarrass himself even further.
Luke drove a Seraph Blade into the wooden fire mantel. Working the possibilities in his mind. Then finally saying to the letter, "FINE! I'll go, but I'll need someone else," he rubbed his chin. Maybe he could get Jace to go with him. Or maybe both him and Clary, if he could find her. He would owe them big time.
