Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
he wanted to reach down and draw emma toward him, capture her mouth with his - kiss the real emma and erase the memory of the leanansídhe - but he would have settled for curling her close against his side, holding her through the night and feeling her body expand and contract as she breathed. he would have settled for sleeping through the night with only their smallest fingers touching.
So okay when it comes to SJ Mass there is one thing we know for sure WE FUCKING LOVE HER BOOKS; however, there is one thing we don’t know… how does she like to end her series.
We have authors like Cassandra Clare whom we know that even though they may put us through a lot and the endings may be bitter sweet the characters will, for the most part, get the happy endings they deserve.
However, SJ Maas has never released a series finale. Does she like to go JK Rowling style and kill half the cast? Does she like to go Veronica Roth style and kill off not that many characters except she killed off the main character so it still feels like everyone died? Or does she like to go Rick Riordan style and put the characters through a lot but almost all of them live and get happy endings?
WE DONT KNOW. WE DONT. FUCKING. KNOW.
So as May approaches let the force be with us so we don’t die from reading ACOWAR.
(Also did you guys see my Star Wars reference? I saw rogue one and it was great).