It's the way Herongraystairs' story isn't even a real tragedy by definition - given that Will lived a full life and died at an old age surrounded by his family, and Tessa got to be with both the men she loved at the right time - yet we all collectively do see it as a tragic love story because of how potent and eternal their love is?
Like it feels as if the only worthy outcome for a trio like theirs is for them to live in joy eternally right by each other's side at all moments, so when the happiest mortal outcome happened, it just struck us as "wow, this is so unfair and sad" because their love is just so big
Well sweet Jesus this painting is finally done!! This was a true test to my patience tbh I had to take a looot of breaks. Anyway, I’m happy enough with it to add it to my portfolio so hope you guys like it as well! ^^
Well, it’s not Will’s birthday, but it is the anniversary of the day he died...which is extremely sad! But one of the wonderful things about fictional characters, is that they live forever on the pages and in our hearts — we can always pick up the book they’re in and find them there, just the way they always were. So here’s a birthday portrait of Will, by Cassandra Jean, from the tenth anniversary edition of Clockwork Angel — coming in November!
There were a few things I was trying to work on with this piece, and I'm hoping I hit most of them! I've been a big Infernal Devices fan for ages, so Will and Tessa have been long overdue. As always, let me know what you think!
Jace was seated at the grand piano…She must have made some noise because he twisted around on the stool, blinking in the shadows. “Alec?” he said. “Is that you?”
Clockwork Angel, page 100:
A boy with a violin propped against his shoulder. His cheek rested against the instrument, and the bow sawed back and forth over the strings, wringing notes out of it, notes as fine and perfect as anything Tessa had ever heard. His eyes were closed. "Will?" he said, without opening his eyes or ceasing to play. "Will, is that you?"
Queen of Air and Darkness, page 19:
A door opened at the top of the steps, and light spilled onto the dark landing. "Julian?" Emma called. "Julian, is that you?"