Just realised Mina’s second name, Yiqiang, translates to “remembrance”. If you connect it with her full given name “Wilhelmina”, it can be literally read as 'in remembrance of William’. I love how much Tessa and Jem actually love Will.
I think Will's eyes can be called forget me not blue, from the descriptions we have from the book and from the wiki, that says they were the blue of a pansy.
Isn't that SO IRONIC? FORGET ME NOT BLUE???
"She had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes" WHAT
yes, Tessa forgot the precise blue of Will's eyes and the depth of his laugh. BUT do you remember when Tessa would reach for the other side of the bed, only to find it empty??? When she would turn around to tell a joke, only to find Will is not there??? or when she went to Jessamine to ask if she knows where Will is????
In honor of the Tessa Gray, one of my favorites interactions from a time happier than now:
Tessa raised her eyebrows, and Magnus saw something of her son in her then. They both had the same expressive, arched brows, giving their faces a look of both inquiry and amusement, though in James’s face the amusement was bitter.
“Do stop flirting with my husband,” said Tessa.
“I shall not,” Magnus declared, “but I will pause briefly so that I may catch up on your news."
They're practically siblings😭😭 I wish we see more Magnus and Tessa interactions
“Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy. Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die. I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free. And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart. You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
With hope at least, Will Herondale"