And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.
Livia.” Julian’s voice rose, cracking and tumbling over itself like a wave breaking far out to sea. “Livvy, my baby, please, sweetheart, open your eyes, it’s Jules, I’m here for you, I’m always here for you, please, please–
With Livvy gone and the Clave’s future uncertain, the
Blackthorns struggle to survive the aftermath of the Accords Hall.
I would love for you to read it, and leave kudos or comments.
If you think others might like it, please reblog. And I’ll post a moodboard for
each new chapter after I post it. With two years to go until Queen of Air and
Darkness, it’s a long time to make up stories to fill the gap of ‘What happened
obviously george lovelace was worthy to be a shadowhunter. So I don’t fucking know why he had to die. we all know that he would’ve been the one to restore the Lovelace name. To bring honour and success and pride to the shadowhunter family. It just makes me so mad, that he was taken before he could accomplish such a task. How is it fair that idiots like the Dearborn’s survive, but this beautiful kind human doesn’t??