my will herondale


And Will, who had words for every occasion, opened his mouth and closed it on silence, and instead reached for her to pull her against him. Her wrap fell onto the stairs, but his arms were warm around her, and his mouth hot against hers as he slanted his head down to kiss her. He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

                                                         december 25th, 1878                                                            


Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or return from following after thee
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me. 


TID MONTH 2016, WEEK 3: - favourite relationship(s)
↳ jem carstairs and will herondale

“We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.”