“nice work in there, herondale, setting the place on fire,” Gabriel observed. “good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.”
“The Herondales are a rather infamous line, as you probably know. Many of them heroes, some of them traitors, so many of them brash, wild creatures consumed by their passions, whether it be love or hate.”
Tessa and Will marveling at the sound of eachother’s name.
“In that case,“ Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face, “I think I would prefer it if you called me by my Christian name, as you do with Miss Lovelace.” Will looked at her, slow and hard, then smiled. His blue eyes lit when he smiled. “Then you must do the same for me,” he said. “Tessa.”
my second installment of Shadowhunter!AU c: Our dear Viktor Nikiforov as a Shashka-wielding shadowhunter (he’s holding a seraph blade in his other hand in my last photo). I kept his hair long just because ;D Also, people always wonder if he’s half-faerie simply because of his bone structure.
I may also do a version of him as a full faerie or warlock because seriously he could be anything
ANYWAY, more Shadowhunter!AU to come because I just love it c:
♡ make me choose ♡ anon asked: gabriel & cecily or gideon & sophie (the infernal devices)
“she held his face between her hands as they kissed-he tasted slightly of tea leaves, and his lips were soft and the kiss entirely sweet. Sophie floated in it, in the prism of the moment, feeling safe from all the rest of the world.”
Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.” “One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.
He traced slow, glancing butterfly kisses across her mouth, each as measured as the beat of a heart, each saying she was precious, irreplaceable, wanted. Tessa could no longer keep her hands at her sides. She reached to cup the back of his neck, to tangle her fingers in the dark silky waves of his hair, to feel his pulse hammering against her palms.
All the pieces inside her that had felt broken and jagged when se looked at Will these past few weeks began to knit together and heal. She felt light, as if she could float.
“Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread out from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin to burning. “Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.”