BLYTHE my goodness every muse you write is absolutely incredible & gosh your jennifer is just ---- so ON POINT. i'm so in love. she's amazing as are you.
TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION OF MY PORTRAYAL: ALWAYS ACCEPTING
LIZ! This is a HUGE compliment coming from you & you probably know why by now bc I gush about you every chance I get so for once I’m gonna keep the word vomit locked down but! I’m so happy to hear this from you, especially since we don’t get a lot of info on Jen from the movies (and I’m not going to bother with the shitty animated series or the novelization even though my relationship with both is love/hate). To hear I’m doing her justice is huge, I can’t even begin to describe it. Thank you so much! <3
❛ i’m telling you, sabrina, you should’ve seen the way she looked at me. your aunt hates me, i know it. i mean, seriously, what’d i ever do to her? not including the time i knocked over that lamp... ❛
listen LISTEN i’m so trashy it’s unreal. it doesn’t help she’s posted jace’s perspective of it:
His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him, and she was soft and pliant but surprisingly strong like no one else he’d ever held. His hands flattened against her back, pressing her against him, and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her. He flicked his tongue along her lips, opening her mouth under his, and she tasted salt and sweet like faerie water. He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you.
His hands slid down to her waist, and he was pulling her against him, lost in the sensations that spiraled through his nerves and blood and bones, and he had no idea what he would have done or said next, if it would have been something he could never have pretended away or taken back, but he heard a soft hiss of laughter — the Faerie Queen — in his ears, and it jolted him back to reality. He pulled away from Clary before he it was too late, unlocking her hands from around his neck and stepping back. It felt like cutting his own skin open, but he did it.
Clary was staring at him. Her lips were parted, her hands still open. Her eyes were wide. Behind her, Isabelle was gaping at them; Simon looked as if he was about to throw up.
She’s my sister, Jace thought. My sister. But the words meant nothing. They might as well have been in a foreign language. If there had ever been any hope that he could have come to think of Clary as just his sister, this — what had just happened between them — had exploded it into a thousand pieces like a meteorite blasting into the surface of the earth. He tried to read Clary’s face — did she feel the same? She looked as if she wanted nothing more than to turn around and run away. I know you felt it, he said to her with his eyes, and it was half bitter triumph and half pleading. I know you felt it, too. But there was no answer on her face; she wrapped her arms around herself, the way she always did when she was upset, and hugged herself as if she were cold. She glanced away from him.
The volume of Jack’s voice DROPPED as he approached the other, reaching out to tap her arm repeatedly from behind, a grin as wide as the ocean splitting his face. A conspiratorial glance flickered around the room -- none of the other Horsemen stood in the room that formed the center of the top floor of the Eye’s center, but when working with magicians, he could never be TOO SURE.
❛ Lu, y’GOTTA help me prank Danny. I’m losing this battle, he sees everythin’ comin’. ❜
