( paraquacktai / / ; jace )
Jace paused his writing, a feeling he couldn’t quite place washing over him. Like being alone, yet being watched ( not uncommon for someone a bit sensitive to the afterlife ) . Pen had just returned to paper when a man appeared, hand resting on Jace’s shoulder. Many times in his life Jace had seen ghosts, had experienced people coming to him that others could not see. However, this moment of surprise made his eyes widen, though he didn’t flinch - the dead couldn’t bring him any harm, as far as he knew.
He lowered his journal, placing his pen inside ( as if a bookmark ) and closed it enough to hide the words he’d been writing but not enough to warp the hard cover. “ Talk to who? " Awful
P R E S U M P T U O U S of this man to tell him what he needed to do, golden eyes assessing before meeting azure ones. He knew stories that told of a blonde woman that haunted the institute’s halls, but none that described who he was seeing ( someone oddly…familiar ) .
With the glance at his journal, Jace had a fleeting thought that it was only possible that the man had been reading thoughts before making himself known. He glanced from the ghost to the book in his hands, opening it to the first page. His handwriting had been cramped at first, wanting to get it all down before it could fade or change. Jace then set the book down nearby, open with the pen lying across the pages to keep the cover open.
“ Do you mean Tessa Gray? Did you know her? ”
that question intrigued him. corners of his lips pulling into a vulpine grin. his body now leaning against the table , arms folding across his chest. 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙀𝙍 ? will remembered the day he met tessa. the fear in her eyes & yet the strength. the urge to live & fight back. despite all hope seeming gone. the countless days of them bickering towards one another. days she refused to even look at him & yet would smile at jem. days she would sit looking out the window , wondering her situation , where her brother was. days he finally got to hold her in his arms. feel the brush of her hair against his skin. her fingers running down his vest & worried eyes looking for injury. yet all he could do was smile. 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙀𝙍 . . .
tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he let off a scoff. head dipping back to look at the ceiling while his smile only grew. ❛ i . . . suppose we were close ——— being i was married to her. ❜ [ smirking only widened now. ] his head falling down to tilt azure gaze now back on the boy. ❛ guessing she's still as brave and fighty as ever . . . little thunderbolt. ❜ that had him wonder , was she finally happy with jem ? did they get their happy ending. were they finally living the life they should. darkened brow quirked at the idea. before his mind finally pulled back to the cause of this. 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 . & this boy was that reason. his body gave a bit of a shift , making himself more at ease.
❛ i should introduce myself i guess , 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇𝙀 . my name is william herondale ——— or will , to most. ❜ he offered comfort now. his smile softening as his dark curls fell past his azure gaze. tilting his head back again as he pushed the strands with a offer of his hand. ❛ you pulled me here . . . so tell me , what can i help with or just , stop thinking about me and let me go. i know ——— i'm more handsome then you expected , but i won't tell you my secret. ❜
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