Politics. The Lightwood children had been born into the politics. Izzy had never been great at following the rules set forth by the Clave and that came from that birthright. She'd always pushed the boundaries....and Alec had always done what he was supposed to. It didn't seem fair that he was now the one who would have to start anew, from a different side of the situation. "We'll work on the Clave." Izzy spoke, not sure how long it would take, but with him on one side and her on the other...they could work together, maybe.
Maybe Alec's new life would lead him to making changes that needed be made between shadowhunters and downworlders. Izzy knew well enough just how many things needed to change; the views of the Clave, in particular, were antiquated. "That's definitely a start." Izzy nodded; the connection with the werewolves had certainly come in handy already and it likely would again.
"You're worried about popularity now...maybe I need to do a little more research about the brain in transition." The younger sibling teased with a bit of a laugh, watching Alec tug on a lock of her hair, but not hollering or getting annoyed like she had when she was younger. Alec was Alec no matter what. She just had to remember that. She wasn't losing her brother, that ship had sailed, luckily. "And I'll be there when you decide you actually want me to dump glitter on you because you want to sparkle and be popular." Izzy joked before hugging Alec back.
He might have been awkward about it, but she didn't care. It was the thought that counted, and she was more than comfortable enough with hugging for the both of them. Her nod was the sign that she heard his promise. She definitely accepted him at face value for his words; Alec didn't lie when he made a promise, not to someone like her. He'd do it in his own time, but that was fine with her, as long as he didn't try to be an island unto himself.
"I'll work on him." Izzy promised, hoping that the soft spot their father had would work to their side of things, her mouth turning down into a frown at the thought of the woman they called mother. "And her too, but I won't hold my breath." Isabelle had been working on their mother for some time, and had yet to make much headway; she was the trouble child already, so she knew better than to get her hopes up too much.
Eyes zeroing in on the taller, older sibling Izzy couldn't help but sigh. She hated it when Alec was right, sometimes. But he was right. "I know, but...we went on pretending, anyway." Or at least she had. She'd seen the changes, though. Alec was happier than he'd ever been since he had called off the wedding, and that was all she had ever wanted for him. Maybe that was how he managed to deal with this change....easier than she had anticipated (at least on the surface). "You're pretty talented at sparking change, you know." Izzy accused, though she didn't mean it.
The small smile melted into a laugh at his words, though. The offer had probably been made, but she was sure that it had been more out of obligation and concern than truth...not that she had any issues with Magnus, but still. She couldn't help the words that tumbled out. "Can you honestly say that you want Jace and me to come stay at your boyfriend's home....really?" Izzy asked dryly, not believing that having a trio of Lightwoods was what Magnus, or Alec, really wanted.
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Maybe Alec's new life would lead him to making changes that needed be made between shadowhunters and downworlders. Izzy knew well enough just how many things needed to change; the views of the Clave, in particular, were antiquated. "That's definitely a start." Izzy nodded; the connection with the werewolves had certainly come in handy already and it likely would again.
"You're worried about popularity now...maybe I need to do a little more research about the brain in transition." The younger sibling teased with a bit of a laugh, watching Alec tug on a lock of her hair, but not hollering or getting annoyed like she had when she was younger. Alec was Alec no matter what. She just had to remember that. She wasn't losing her brother, that ship had sailed, luckily. "And I'll be there when you decide you actually want me to dump glitter on you because you want to sparkle and be popular." Izzy joked before hugging Alec back.
He might have been awkward about it, but she didn't care. It was the thought that counted, and she was more than comfortable enough with hugging for the both of them. Her nod was the sign that she heard his promise. She definitely accepted him at face value for his words; Alec didn't lie when he made a promise, not to someone like her. He'd do it in his own time, but that was fine with her, as long as he didn't try to be an island unto himself.
"I'll work on him." Izzy promised, hoping that the soft spot their father had would work to their side of things, her mouth turning down into a frown at the thought of the woman they called mother. "And her too, but I won't hold my breath." Isabelle had been working on their mother for some time, and had yet to make much headway; she was the trouble child already, so she knew better than to get her hopes up too much.
Eyes zeroing in on the taller, older sibling Izzy couldn't help but sigh. She hated it when Alec was right, sometimes. But he was right. "I know, but...we went on pretending, anyway." Or at least she had. She'd seen the changes, though. Alec was happier than he'd ever been since he had called off the wedding, and that was all she had ever wanted for him. Maybe that was how he managed to deal with this change....easier than she had anticipated (at least on the surface). "You're pretty talented at sparking change, you know." Izzy accused, though she didn't mean it.
The small smile melted into a laugh at his words, though. The offer had probably been made, but she was sure that it had been more out of obligation and concern than truth...not that she had any issues with Magnus, but still. She couldn't help the words that tumbled out. "Can you honestly say that you want Jace and me to come stay at your boyfriend's home....really?" Izzy asked dryly, not believing that having a trio of Lightwoods was what Magnus, or Alec, really wanted.