#awendraig

[clocksprince]

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds.

jem held his breath tightly to his own chest, as if exhaling the way he would, would betray his stubbornness. he squared his shoulders where he was seated on the lower end of a broad stairway in camden town, staring up at will who hovered and hunkered trying to get a better view of the wound on jem's arm. he bristled lightly, and then said more helplessly :

❛❛ i'm quite alright will. must you— ❜❜  yes, he thought annoyed, and exhaled. he really must. will had propped himself down beside jem now, and was carefully maneavering his arm onto his lap. their heads nearly bumped together in the process, and he felt his annoyance double at the twist of endearment sprouting in his heart. ❛❛ i'm not fragile you know. ❜❜  this was innocently false, but that was a separate matter. jem's fury was a contained beast, it's primary witness and keeper the boy in front of him but only on darker nights than this one, when his own vision betrayed him to visions. ❛❛ you fuss as bad as a hen. what's a wound to a shadowhunter? ❜❜

[skinclocks]

i burn, i freeze; i am never warm. i am rigid; i forgot softness because it did not serve me. from will.

── .✦ @awendraig : DEAHTLESS SENTENCE MEME ; closed,

her hands stopped their movements on the bible, leaving the holy book behind. will's words turned head into his direction, finding him on his back against the library's door. she wondered if she did it to herself on purpose, coming here to be hurt once more and yet again ; it was a place he was likely to be — and impressionable heart wondered if his steps had lead him here for the same purpose. obviously not. it was never the case. she was an annoyance, an outsider to his affections, but a little girl within — who sat on the window of the small manhattan appartment — still hoped for the galant hero of novels read. that perhaps those ocean eyes could fufill fantasies. well, tessa had enough of them — and enough of dramatics.

❝ did you know that if you were a woman, you'd be diagnosed with a severe case of hysteria ? ❞ her voice cut out sharp but still unwantedly honest. vulnerable. tessa stood, closing the bible and holding it to her chest, walking up to him with chin high with pride she did not posses as much as she wanted. ❝ claiming poetry and quotations out of the blue, no sane person does it to someone they hate. ❞ mouth shut, biting lip to avoid spilling anything else. it was hard to lie that the beauty of his speech did not move her. but it was easy to remember what he had told her in the attic, not even a week ago. still, feet walked to him.