I don’t know who I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see Stephen Herondale, but I act like a Lightwood and talk like my father—like Valentine. So I see who I am in your eyes, and I try to be that person, because you have faith in that person and I think faith might be enough to make me what you want.
Imagine Jace staring at you, when he’s on a mission in a club. He would be covered in runes to make him invisible to mundanes, but when he saw you looking back at him, he’d realize that his fascination towards you was obviously not only because of your beauty.
To Clary’s surprise, Simon said nothing to this. He was too busy staring at Isabelle, rapt and openmouthed. Of course, Clary realized with a sharp stab of annoyance. Isabelle was exactly Simon’s type- tall, glamorous, and beautiful. Come to think of it, maybe that was everyone’s type.
Surprised that it didn’t start half as bad with some women kicking ass. Then quickly followed by slight irritation and disgust. And finally doubt and the question if he at least got paid well for this.
Am I asking for a backlash? Not really. But I just had to share that it’s okay to like an actor and not be head over heels with all his work and career choices.
If you want to watch a, in my opinion, much better [but also much shorter] Harald Zwart directed work of art, watch THIS.