Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: love tessa-gray infernal-devices
We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-"
She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean.
She felt him inhale. "Tess," he said. "Tess, look at me."
She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one.
This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his.
"Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down.
"No," he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted...
Stichwörter: will-herondale tessa-gray balcony-scene infernal-devices clockwork-prince
wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: madness misery cassandra-clare will-herondale tessa-gray infernal-devices clockwork-prince
For I wondered that others, subject to death, did live, since
he whom I loved, as if he should never die, was dead; and I wondered
yet more that myself, who was to him a second self, could live, he
being dead. Well said one of his friend, "Thou half of my soul"; for
I felt that my soul and his soul were "one soul in two bodies": and
therefore was my life a horror to me, because I would not live halved.
And therefore perchance I feared to die, lest he whom I had much loved
should die wholly.
Stichwörter: cassandra-clare infernal-devices the-infernal-devices saint-augustine augustine-of-hippo
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: soul will jem tessa will-herondale william-herondale tessa-gray theresa-gray infernal-devices the-infernal-devices epilogue clockwork-princess jem-castairs james-castairs
Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: infernal-devices clockwork-princess gideon-lightwood
Not all that is mortal is useless.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: tessa-gray infernal-devices clockwork-princess
Meanwhile, Will had begun cutting his toast into strips and was making rude pictographs out of them.
Oh, that looks rather like a ...- , Jem began.
Stichwörter: humour infernal-devices clockwork-prince
All these were things he could not want, because they were the things he could not have, and wanting you could not have led to misery and madness.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: infernal-devices clockwork-prince
Sophie," he said, and when she gave him a stern look, he took a hasty swig of the posset. “Miss Collins. I have not yet had a chance to properly apologize to you, so let me take it now. Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: love beautiful touching cassandra-clare sophie-collins infernal-devices clockwork-princess gideon-lightwood
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