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wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. . . . Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing. . . .” —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Me : already soft bc tessa and will :(
Not all Shadowhunters could hear ghosts, unless the ghosts chose to be heard, but Will was one of those who could.
H u h
Will hesitated. This was not something Magnus had sent him for; it was something he wanted to know for himself. “Love potions—” Old Mol screeched with laughter. “Love potions? For Will ’erondale? ’Tain’t my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you ’as got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.”
The fact that this is jaces ancestor makes more sense everytime i learn something/anyone calls him beautiful
“Oh, I know, but—” She looked at him, and felt herself flush. “I can’t explain it. It’s like being among friends, being among these names. Silly, I know . . .” “Not silly at all.” She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones.
Okay... Jem is actually the cutest thing. He deserves the world.
The Consul indicated that she might take her seat again. She caught sight of Benedict Lightwood’s face as she did so; his lips were compressed into a thin, furious line. She wondered what she could possibly have said to anger him.
No wonder alec was the way he was. This family is trash lmfao
“Charlotte,” Consul Wayland said again, “you know what your father always said about losing your temper.” “He did say that. He also said that he should have had a son,” Charlotte replied bitterly. “If he had—if I were a man—would you have treated me as you just did?” Henry put his hand on his wife’s shoulder, murmuring something, but she shook it off. Her large, hurt brown eyes were on the Consul. “And how did I just treat you?” he asked. “As if I were a child, a little girl who needed scolding.”
1800's times are evil to women. Let my girl charlotte breathe for a moment please?
“No, it is more than that. It is difficult to explain, but—he hates the Nephilim. It is something very personal for him. And it has something to do with that watch. It’s—it’s as if he desires recompense for some wrong or hurt they’ve done him.”
i forgot why i highlighted this… but i know there should’ve been a note here… hmmm
‘Very upset Shadowhunters refused to all die when I wanted them to. Demand recompense. Please mail cheque to A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—’”
Yeah jace is def a herondale thru and thru
“JTS, the initials on Mortmain’s watch. But if he was their son, why doesn’t he have the same surname?”
Oh fuck theyre related...
Im so soft this is so sweet :)
“Did you bring anything to read on the journey?” asked Will, settling into the seat opposite Tessa; Jem was beside her, his cane leaning up against the wall. She thought of the copy of Vathek and his poem in it; she had left it at the Institute to avoid temptation, the way you might leave behind a box of candies if you were banting and didn’t want to put on weight. “No,” she said. “I haven’t come across anything I particularly wanted to read lately.” Will’s jaw set, but he said nothing.
I am sobbing READ THE FUCKING BOOL TESSA HE WROTE YOU A POEM BE SO REAL
“And thus you have never told anyone of this curse? No one but myself, since you were twelve years old?” “I could not,” Will said. “How could I be sure they would form no attachment to me, once they knew the truth? A story like that might engender pity, pity could become attachment, and then . . .” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “Are you not concerned about me?” “That you might love me?” Will sounded genuinely startled. “No, for you hate Nephilim, do you not?
this was really cute…
“Hurt himself, I don’t know. Put himself in a situation where he might be hurt—” Jem stood up. “I should go.” “Don’t you mean ‘we’? You weren’t thinking of going looking for Will without me, were you?” she asked archly, and when he said nothing, she said, “That letter was addressed to me, James. I didn’t have to show it to you.” He half-closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he was smiling crookedly. “James,” he said. “Ordinarily only Will calls me that.” “I’m sorry—” “No. Don’t be. I like the sound of it on your lips.”
This is cute. I hate this love triangle but i love them
Her heart was beating fast, as if she were seeing something she wasn’t meant to see—some secret, hidden part of Will. She told herself not to be silly, it was just a room, with the same heavy dark furniture as all the other Institute rooms. It was a mess, too—covers kicked down to the foot of the bed; clothes draped over the backs of chairs, teacups half-full of liquid not yet cleared away, balanced precariously on the nightstand. And everywhere books—books on the side tables, books on the bed, books in stacks on the floor, books double-lined in shelves along the walls.
Okay so maybe jace and will are not the same...
Would people forgive Will the things he did if he were ugly? And did it help him, in the end, to be forgiven? Though, she could not help but feel he did the things he did not because he loved himself too much but because he hated himself. And she did not know why.
So jace coded.
“Just the opposite.” He leaned closer to her. His eyes were the green-gray of a stormy sea. “Sophie? Might I ask you something?” She knew she should correct him, ask him to call her Miss Collins, but she didn’t. “I—yes?” “Whatever happens with the lessons—might I see you again?”
Listen... I know the lightwoods are not "evil" but your ancestors did join a whole pureblood movement...
actually that was their moms fault... Carry on gideon :)
Will looked down at him. He remembered Jem as he had been when he had just come from Shanghai, and had seemed to be all great dark eyes in a pinched white face. It had not been easy to make him laugh then, but Will had set himself to trying. “Know what?” “That I will die,” Jem said. His eyes were wide, and fever-bright; there was a trace of blood, still, at the corner of his mouth. The shadows under his eyes were nearly blue. Will dug his fingers into Jem’s wrist, denting the material of his shirt. Jem did not wince. “You swore to stay with me,”
I am sobbing.... I love them wtf
Will’s mouth quirked up at both corners. “Miss Gray,” he said, “would you be amenable to attending a ball with me?” “Do you remember the last party we went to?” Tessa inquired.
Homie no. We are not having a masquerade where YOUR BROTHER THINKS YOU ARE HIS SECRET SHADOWHUNTER GF THAT HE WILL LIKELY MURDER ?!
Ask him to love her again. Now that he realized he was not worth that to her—that he never had been—a red mist passed before his eyes; he seemed to go mad momentarily, for it was the only explanation for what he did next. “It doesn’t matter.” He rose to his feet. “I have Will now.” Her mouth opened. “You can’t be serious. A Shadowhunter?” “You may be immortal, Camille, but your feelings are vapid and shallow. Will’s are not. He understands what it is to love.”
THE WAY IM LISTENING TO THIS WALKING AROUND WHOLE FOODS TRYING NOT TO HAVE MY JAW HIT THE FUCKING FLOOR AND LAUGHING IS CRAZY I S2G MAGNUS
“Don’t worry about that right now, my love.” Will blinked again. “Pardon?” He glanced around, as if he half-expected people to be watching. “I—where’s my coat?” “Ruined with blood,” said Magnus. “Archer disposed of it.” He nodded toward Camille. “Will’s been hunting demons all night. So brave.” Camille’s expression was a mixture of amazement and annoyance. “I am brave,” Will said. He looked pleased with himself. The painkilling tonics had enlarged his pupils, and his eyes looked very dark. “Yes, you are,” Magnus said, and kissed him. It wasn’t the most dramatic kiss, but Will flailed his free
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besides the whole first series being about incest i feel like this whole scene is fucking insane i’m screaming what the actual fuck lmfaooo
also so funny that magnus has now “loved” one shadow hunter and then actually falls in love with one that’s fucking nuts lol
“The more we learn, the more we know how far his reach extends. Before last night we had no clue he had any connection to Lightwood; now we know the man is his puppet.
Weird that he was the issue... But isabels dad did cheat on their mom and told her to keep it secret so maybe im not shocked
“Aren’t you meant to be leaving with Jem?” “And I shall,” she replied. “But I need a promise from you first.” His eyes moved to the fire; she could see the dancing flames reflected in his pupils. “Then tell me what it is quickly. I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.”
William herondale, drama king extraordinaire.
He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you—” “You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. “No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?” Tessa’s lips curled into a smile.
This is so cute... I am conflicted
“Oh, Lord have mercy on us all. First Thomas, now Cyril. When will you stop trying to marry me off to the nearest available man?”
LET QUEEN SOPHIE BREATHE TESSA.
Will’s eyes ran up and down her body once, not briskly. He said, “You don’t look like a boy at all. You look like a girl in boys’ clothes.” She couldn’t tell if he was approving, disapproving, or neutral on the subject. “I’m not trying to fool anyone but a casual observer,” she replied crossly. “Nate knows Jessamine’s a girl. And the clothes will fit me better once I’ve Changed into her.” “Maybe you should do it now,” said Will.
William! I know youre being coy but damn, just admire the thick and move along like normal people
“You twist it, like this”—Henry mimed twisting the bottom half of the thing in one direction and the top half in another—“and then throw it. Try to lodge it into the creature’s gears or somewhere that it will stick. It is meant to disrupt the mechanical currents that run through the creature’s body, causing them to wrench apart. It could do you some damage too, even if you aren’t clockwork, so don’t hang on to it once it’s activated. I’ve only two, so . .
I have a feeling that nate knows its tessa and not jessamine... The kiss on the cheek at the ball and being unsure about a lot of info is telling...
“She was engaged once. Did you know that? After our parents—your parents—were married. The man died before the wedding could take place. But she was already with child. Your mother raised the baby as hers to spare her sister the shame of the world knowing she had consummated her marriage before it had taken place. That she was a whore.”
SIR THAT IS UR MOTHER ARE YOU KIDDING?! WHORE?! THE NERVE
“Because she was my mother. Because she’d disowned me. Because she was ashamed of me. Because I’ll never know who my father was. Because she was a whore.”
She was ashamed bc the world is FUCK RN NATHANIEL ?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
They weren’t even looking in her direction. They were kneeling—Charlotte, Jem, and Henry—in a loose circle around a dark shape on the floor, just where she had been lying before, with Will on top of her.
i will kill myself so fast do not do this to m cassandra.
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.
do not make this poor boy die and then have tessa have a relationship with him in her dreams.
Tessa did not need to touch Jessamine’s mind to know what she was thinking. Even the diamond had not been real. With a low cry Jessamine rolled over and buried her face in the rough blankets of the bed.
Fucking ow. This poor girl.
He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he’d had to do it.
Oh my god... I am not going to cry shut up
“It’s a question of upbringing, Sophie! Can you picture him going to Benedict Lightwood and saying he wants to marry a mundane, and a parlor maid to boot? Can you see him doing that?” Sophie’s face twisted. “You don’t know anything,” she said. “You don’t know what he’d do for us—” “You mean the training?” Tessa was incredulous. “Sophie, really—” But Sophie, shaking her head, had gathered up her skirts and stalked from the room, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Tessa. Shut the fuck up.
“This was given to my mother by my father, when they married. The writing is from the I Ching, the Book of Changes. It says, When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.” “And you think we are?” Tessa asked, shock making her voice small. “At one, that is?”
This is happening very quckily im stressed...
And if there was some small locked away part of herself that had not quite given up Will, surely she owed it to herself as much as to Jem to do whatever she could to destroy it.
Thats actually nuts tessa what in the world
“You sound as if you don’t mind what happens to it,” said Tessa. “Won’t you miss it here? This place has been your home.” His fingers stroked her wrist lightly, making her shiver. “You are home for me now.”
I love jem... But i love will.... I understand this feeling she feels...
