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@volkvolny-sails asked: Cordelia x James or Alastair x Thomas?
“You saved my life,” he said. “Just as you saved my sister’s all those years ago. We should have given you a more warrior-like nickname. Not Daisy, but Artemis, or Boadicea.”
She laughed softly. “I like Daisy.”
“So do I,” he said, and reached up to lightly brush back a strand of her hair. She felt her heart nearly stop. In a low voice, he said, “‘And when her cheek the moon revealed, a thousand hearts were won: no pride, no shield, could check her power. Layla, she was called.’”
“Layla and Majnun,” she whispered. “You—remember?”
“You read to me,” he said. “Perhaps, now all this is over, we could read it again, together?”
Favorite TSC characters » Lucie Herondale
Apprehension stole across Thomas’s face. “Lucie, you must not challenge Grace to a duel.”
“We shall see where the night takes us,” Lucie declared.
“Oh good,” said Thomas. “I see you intend to Herondale to the fullest.”
chain of gold aesthetic posters part 1 » golden objects that refer to the title
cordelia : we look so much like a couple
james : yeah a couple of besties
a friend of mine said to post my twitter headers here because "i'm talented"
anyway, header by cordelia carstairs using nairafeather fanart
chain of gold, cassandra clare
anna lightwood & ariadne bridgestock - the last hours
They all eyed Ariadne suspiciously as she approached Anna. Anna didn’t seem to see her at all; she was leaning back with one booted foot braced on the wall behind her. She was all lean black and white lines, her close-fitting jacket following the outline of her slim curves, her head thrown back as she laughed. Her ruby pendant glimmered in the hollow of her throat.
Keep your head up, Ariadne, she told herself. You can do this.
“Hello, Anna,” Ariadne said.