One choice decides your friends. One choice defines your beliefs. One choice determines your loyalties forever. One choice can transform you.
Magic is dangerous - but love is more dangerous still.
“What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” ―Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel.
I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
“I imagined you wanted an apology! You saved my life at the tea warehouse, and I am grateful, Will. I thought you wanted me to tell you that—”
Will looked as if she had slapped him. “I didn’t save your life so you’d be grateful!”
“Then, what?” Her voice rose. “You did it because it’s your mandate? Because the Law says—”
“I did it because I love you!” he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look on her face, he said in a more subdued voice, “I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.”
this audio clip is from the audiobook of Clockwork Prince written by Cassandra Clare and read by Heather Lind and Ed Westwick
Will’s letter to Tessa in A Tale of Two Cities
“You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming.” ~ Will Herondale
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”In my heart I was faithful to Amatis.” ~ Stephen Herondale
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“I love you and I will love you until I die, and if there is a life after that, I will love you then.” ~ Jace Herondale
The Ships I Ship: Will Herondale and Tessa Gray
You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come other dreams. A lifetime’s worth.
With hope at last,
Will Herondale
Past, Present, Future ✥ TID, TMI, TDA
Tessa Gray, Clary Fray, Emma Carstairs ✥ Astrid Berges-Frisbey, Lily Collins, Teresa Palmer
FINE. FRESH. FIERCE.
“I’ve never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn’t like it.”
“But think how entertaining for sightseers,” said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.” | request by: theflyingmockingjay
(Source: jemisnothingbutgoodness)
Tessa had begun to tremble. This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way.
And not by him.
And it did not matter.
