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independent ( 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 ) portrayal of jem carstairs from the shadowhunters chronicles by cassandra clare . dms open for plotting .
- was Jem doing?
“What do you think of all these new buildings? So… monstrous. I will never understand the need of trying to touch the sky.”
Something hurt behind his ribs, a twisting hellish grip that almost knocked the breath out of him. He had hurt Will, he had hurt himself, and now he felt unable to anything but to offer his best-friend his arm.
He had dreamed of this moment, of having him back… what the hell -
‟ THAT VIOLIN LAD . retweeted
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——— heart could not understand.
“It is… go on a walk with me. I’ll show you the best places around. A lot has changed.”
Lovely day out. Jem followed his gaze, his own expression troubled. He couldn’t see it, he couldn’t see the beauty in anything knowing he had hurt his best-friend, and yet… he did not know what to say.
His mouth wanted to speak words his mind could not process, feelings his ——
— other’s eloquence, and right now, he couldn’t even form a complete sentence. What a cruel joke. “I’m sorry.”
It was worse than the squeeze around his heart of a hot iron grip. Jem has suffered plenty in his lifetime, and yet nothing compared to the pain that look brought. It almost made Jem drop to his knees and beg for his apology.
“ Will, it’s not—— “ he had never had the —
‟ THAT VIOLIN LAD . retweeted
#MaleAppreciationMonday goes to my husband, my Jem, my Ke Jian Ming @GhostInTheNotes
Jem thought he may be in a dream. How else would this even be possible?
The ex-Silent Brother took a step back on instinct, unsure of how to proceed in situations like this. He was… almost frozen. “Will, this is not—“
A calm exhale escaped past his brims and he nodded his head slightly. “I’ve been well but now I’m much better. And you?”
“But that was mine, I baked it—“ Was blinking in confusion until the other stepped closer. Clears his throat. “Stop that. Don’t mess with me like this.”
Gaze dropped to the other’s mouth briefly before quickly averting. “Better than my cookie? That’s it, no more for you.”
