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“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you,“ he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.” He looked up at her through the veil of silvery hair that fell over his eyes. “That is,” he said shyly, “if you love me, too.” 

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

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Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

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The Last Hours Fancast: Ezra Miller as James Herondale + anon requested: Ezra Miller in Madame Bovary 

“I like-books,” James had said. While standing in the bookshop, with a parcel of books under his arm. The lady had given him a pitying look. “I read-erm-rather a lot,” James went on, dreary master of the obvious. King of the obvious. Emperor of the obvious.” 

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