more prompts? more prompts. "this is why we can't have nice things" + lightwood siblings 💖
dialogue promptsok i don’t really know what this is?? consider it a failed attempt at comedy. hope you like this angel!!
The first time it was nothing, just a mistake that was in no way related to destiny, karma, or any mystical force of whatever kind. The second time was a funny coincidence. But then there came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth time, and it wasn’t as funny anymore.
For some stupid reason, the Lightwoods kept breaking things they loved.
First came Jace’s favorite cup. And it was broken in the stupidest way possible. If you ask her she’ll tell you otherwise, but it was entirely Isabelle’s fault; well, her habit of doing the bare minimum to obtain things she wanted was also to blame. She’d stood up on tiptoes, trying to grab something from the cupboard that, clearly, was too far away from her. One small hand movement and the cup fell to the counter, smashing into a billion pieces. She just threw everything in the garbage and pretend the cup had never existed, and when Jace asked, claiming he couldn’t find it, she shrugged. “I don’t know, haven’t seen it.”
Another one was also Isabelle’s fault. Having left a glass on a chair and gone to work, when Alec tried to sit down, it fell. What happened next doesn’t need to be mentioned (though, basically, it was a week full of ‘I just don’t get it, Izzy, who the hell leaves a glass on a chair?’).
The third one hit Alec hard because, of course, it had to do with him. He’d bought decorated plates -- “Are you serious, Alec? You decided to become an eighty-year-old woman right now?” Jace had told him -- because, apparently, ‘they needed to pretend they were adults’. What for, he didn’t say. But the point was that, just the next day, when Jace had offered (or, been forced) to set the table, he decided that grabbing too many plates at a time wasn’t that terrible. As easily as they had come, three plates had smashed on the floor, gone forever. Alec raised his eyebrows as high as was anatomically possible, and swore the hardest he’d ever sworn in his entire life.
“You know, this is why we can’t have nice things,” he’d said afterward, when the three of them had decided to throw a blanket around them and watch some stupid movie while eating ice cream directly from the bowl.
“Because we choose to watch shitty movies instead of focusing on our multiple responsibilities?” Isabelle suggested.
“Yeah. I mean, no, that wasn’t what I was thinking about, but it applies, too. What I was saying was that, we’re cursed. It’s not normal. No one I know, beside us, has ever had this amount of object-related accidents.”
“They’re just plates, man,” said Jace.
“Perhaps. But what if this escalates? What if it ends up fucking up our relationships and all of-- that?”
“First of all,” it was Isabelle who spoke. “you think broken plates will fuck up your relationship with Magnus? And second of all, what do you care? That’s something for our future selves to worry about.”
“And,” Jace added, “what’s the worst thing that can happen? At least we’ll be cursed together.”
