Julian Blackthorn

Julian knew Ty’s stressors. He looked toward his younger brother and said softly. “It’s temporary. We will be back. I promise you all that when I return I’ll make everyone their individual favorite meals.” He glanced at Emma and squeezed her hand, happy to have —

|| I know I’m in a minority here. Robert Lightwood was actually one of my favorite characters. He had a sort of redemption arc, and the fact that he was the one who named Max Lightwood-Bane is heartwarming to me. It means in the end he really was able to make up for his absence -

In the past, Julian would have panicked at the thought of leaving all the siblings behind. He took it upon himself to be a father, from a very young age. When their uncle turned out to be utterly insane, he knew he had to step up and be the man. He grew up faster than —

Julian smiled as she placed her hand on his leg. He reached under the table and placed his hand over her and added. “Pizza, money, and perhaps a good movie.” He looked toward Drusilla. “I know you will be able to find a good one.” She beamed at that and nodded. All the —

Julian didn’t mind letting Emma do the talking. He was the one who just wrote the letters and made the food and kept everyone do as they could. He was a protector. She was the voice in all of it. He smiled as he listened to them. “Mark is going to be staying? Yay!” —

Julian ate his last. He found his seat among his siblings and Emma and laughed as he ate. Dru was talking about some horror movie she discovered, a slasher film. Something about a guy in a mask. Didn’t they all wear masks? He didn’t pay that close attention because —

Julian chuckled. “You are actually really good with a knife.” He teased and then smiled as she kissed his cheek. He looked into her eyes for a moment before he went back to the noodles. The moment they were finished he quickly put the cheese in it, mixed it and created —

He watched her cut up the lemons only for a few moments. He trusted she wouldn’t mess up. He turned back and grabbed a few boxes of Mac and Cheese, then actually brought out some actual cheese and grated it as the noodles cooked. He always added extra to the recipe —

Julian laughed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Mac and Cheese sound okay?” He asked Taavy. “Yes!” He squealed happily. Julian smiled and brushed his hand on Emma’s cheek before he headed toward the kitchen. “Can’t leave my siblings starving. I get it. —