ch: cecily herondale

Will and Jem (With Tessa)
  • Will: I just feel like telling everyone living in the institute that I love them so much!
  • Tessa: What happened, Will?
  • Will: And tell every human being on this planet how beautiful they are..
  • Tessa: What happened to him, Jem?
  • Will: I want to hug every creature in the Hyde park except the ducks.
  • Tessa: Jem?
  • Jem: Cecily slapped Gabriel.
  • Cecily: Please? For me?
  • Will: Don’t do that.
  • Cecily: What?
  • Will: You think every time you say “Please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want. Well, not this time.
  • Cecily: ...
  • Cecily: Please? For me?
  • Will: Okay.

Lord of shadows

8

Cecily stood stock-still, staring at him. Despite the words that pounded in her head to be spoken, she could say nothing, for it was as if the veil of years had fallen away and she was seeing her brother at last, as he had been as a child, petting her clumsily when she was hurt, falling asleep on the rug in front of the fire with a book open on his chest, climbing out of the pond laughing and shaking water out of his black hair. Will, with no wall between himself and the world outside.

Cecily and Gabriel’s little Anna was a year older than James, and had already blazed her way through the Institute. She sometimes made attempts to go for walks on her own in London, but was always blocked by Auntie Jessamine, who stood guard by the door. Whether or not Anna knew that Auntie Jessamine was a ghost was unclear. She was simply the loving, ethereal force by the doorway who shooed her back inside and told her to stop taking her father’s hats.
—  The Whitechapel Fiend