After a lifetime’s worth of darkness and silence, Jem struggled with adjusting back to a life of sound and noise. His sleep would oftentimes be troubled, and it broke Tessa’s heart to hear Jem call for his parabatai like he used to years ago, back when his hair was silver-white and their relationships were still new. Tessa did some research and talked to some people (mostly Magnus) and finally came up with the best solution she had.
Which was how she found herself lying on an old patchwork quilt in the late afternoon sun, dozing and struggling not to allow the drowsiness to drag her under.
Jem was focused on his book, but he was still acutely aware of Tessa’s warmth to his side as his eyes scanned the pages.
Tessa yawned and finally laid her book on her chest, looking to the side to watch Jem. It was strange for her still, to be able to openly show affection to him after all these years. Part of her heart still felt guilt at the gestures she offered him, like she was disrespecting her William’s memory through this.
But the rest of her knew that this would have been what he’d wanted for her and for him, and that if he was still able to see them he’d be yelling at her for not being with him. So even though her mind reminded her that he was mortal and she was simply running headfirst toward heartbreak, she dove in with her eyes closed and her heart open.
She’d deal with the repercussions one day. But that was a problem for tomorrow’s Tessa. Today’s Tessa would enjoy the sun and the birds and the breeze and her Jem at her side. Tomorrow would wait.