But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
Stichwörter: will-herondale
You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: cassandra-clare will-herondale the-infernal-devices clockwork-princess
It felt like being shot with an arrow, and Will jerked back. His wineglass crashed to the floor and shattered. He lurched to his feet, leaning both hands on the table. He was vaguely aware of stares, and the landlords anxious voice in his ear, but the pain was too great to think through, almost too great to breathe through. The tightness in his chest, the one he had thought of as one end of a cord tying him to Jem, had pulled so taut that it was strangling his heart. He stumbled away from his table, pushing through a knot of customers near the bar, and passed to the front door of the inn. All he could think of was air, getting air into his lungs to breathe. He pushed the doors open and half-tumbled out into the night. For a moment the pain in his chest eased, and he fell back against the wall of the inn. Rain was sheeting down, soaking his hair and clothes. He gasped, his heart stuttering with a misture of terror and desperation. Was this just the distance from Jem affecting him? He had never felt anything like this, even when Jem was at his worst, even when he'd been injured and Will had ached with sympathetic pain.
The cord snapped.
For a moment everything went white, the courtyard bleeching through as if with acid. Will jackknifed to his knees, vomiting up his supper into the mud. When the spasms had passed , he staggard to his feet and blindly away from the inn, as if trying to outpace his own pain. He fetched up against the wall of the stables, beside the horse trough. He dropped to his knees to plunge his hands into the icy water-and saw his own reflection. There was his face, as white as death, and his shirt, and a spreading stain of red across the front. With wet hands he siezed at his lapels and jerked the shirt open. In the dim light that spilled from the inn, he could see that his parabati rune, just over his heart, was bleeding. His hands were covered in blood, blood mixed with rain, the same ran that was washing the blood away from his chest, showing the rune as it began to fade from black to silver, changing all that had been sense in Will's life into nonsense.
Jem was dead.
Stichwörter: sadness will-herondale
Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground.
“Camille’s carpet,” Magnus protested.
“It’s blood,” said Will. “She ought to be thrilled.
Stichwörter: humor blood magnus-bane will-herondale camille-belcourt
I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart Tessa. I would give over my own life for either of yours.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: will-herondale
You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.”
“We are two people,” said Jem.
“Two people with a covenant between us.”
Will knew he sounded like a child, but he could not help it.
“A covenant that says you must not go where I cannot come with you.”
“Until death,” Jem replied gently.
“Those are the words of the oath. ‘Until
aught but death part thee and me.’ Someday, Will, I will go where none can
follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later.
Stichwörter: will-herondale jem-carstairs parabatai tid
He looked at her levelly.
There was something in his eyes, a sort of quizzical admiration; she wondered if it was simply admiration of
Jessamine’s looks.
“No,” he said.
“No, even though you are the perfect
picture of Jessamine, I can see Tessa through it somehow as if, if I were to
scrape away a layer of paint, there would be my Tessa underneath.”
“I am not your Tessa either.”
The light sparkling in his eyes dimmed. “Fair enough,” he said.
“I suppose you are not.
Stichwörter: will-herondale tessa-gray-tid
...In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine.
"The first one is always the hardest," he said.
"The first?"
"The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.
Stichwörter: magnus-bane cassandra-clare will-herondale tessa-gray clockwork-princess
Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem’s hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare.
“I am not dead yet, Will,” Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. “What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?
Stichwörter: will-herondale jem-carstairs tessa-gray
Eres como yo. Dices las cosas que pienso pero nunca digo en voz alta. Lees los libros que leo. Amas la poesía que yo amo. Me haces reír con tus canciones ridículas y la forma en que lo ves todo. Siento como si pudieras mirar dentro de mí y ver todos los lugares en los que soy extraña o inusual y adaptas tu corazón alrededor de ellos porque eres extraño e inusual de la misma forma. Somos lo mismo.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: cassandra-clare will-herondale tessa-gray clockwork-princess princesa-mecanica
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