She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin, only the cloth of the gloves, and yet it didn’t matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
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YA LIT MEME: [1/7] friendships → clary fairchild & isabelle lightwood (tsc)
“I know, but Clary loaned me some mundane magazines,” Isabelle said, her voice brightening. Clary and Isabelle’s friendship had been hard-won, but Isabelle seemed to value it all the more for that.
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PICSPAMS CHALLENGE: #14 the infernal devices
→ for @spookynestarcheron
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Emma Carstairs x Julian Blackthorn (for @annalightwood)
“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”
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Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
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she put her arms around his slim shoulders and clung to him fiercely. she could love enough for both of them. any part of jem was better than all of any other man alive.
his musician’s hands drew over her face, over her hair, over her shoulders, as though he was seizing a last chance to memorize what he could never touch again. even as she kissed him and insisted desperately to herself that it was possible, she knew it was not.
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the lightwood children
(insp.)
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