Well, Cassie posted this [as shown above-http://cassandraclare.tumblr.com/post/93024190409/fictional-boys]. And I got
a little carried away.
Me: You are wrong. Nobody needs to die. Not if you let me buy you a drink.
Will: MY LIFE IS RUI… wait, what?
Me: Is banana daiquiri fine with you? Terry seems to like it.
Me: Well, isn’t that lovely. A man of great words, of magnanimous statements, reduced to a boy of a single word so disappointingly quickly. Positively charming.
Will: [blinks] I beg your pardon?
Me: Oh, you’ll be begging, I can promise you that.
Me: Don’t. Even. Blink.
Me: When we pass the gates.
Me: We’re back to that, are we? Tedious business this is, talking to you, when you refuse to listen.
Will: I am a Shadowhunter, Miss, and not one inclined to waste both your time and mine, pretending to know what sort of talk this is, and what sort of creature you are, so speak at once, and speak honestly: are you a demon? For if you are, I’ve never seen such a thing in my life. Speak what’s on your mind!
Me: I see.
Will: What does that mean? What do you see?
Me: The words are back. But sense is still fleeting.
Will: My sense is perfectly… perfect, thank you very much.
Me: Oh, perfectly perfect, is it?
Will: [defiantly] Yes.
Me: Well, then, perhaps you should explain to me what is happening here. I am listening.
Will: I was trying to do just that. I was telling you about my curse, when you suddenly started talking gibberish.
Me: Gibberish? Such as?
Will: Daiquiri drinks and begging and blinking and regrets and what not.
Me: I’m sure I don’t recall mentioning any regrets.
Will: You sounded as you were about to poison me or someone close to me!
Me: Well, I wasn’t.
Will: Who were you going to poison then?
Well: Well, I like Nobody, you can’t poison him, he’s my friend.
Me: I am very much inclined to quote what seems to be your favourite word right now. But I will not. Time is of the essence. We must be on our way!
Will: To save Nobody?
Me: If you wish to call it that.
Will: I don’t understand. What about daiquiri?
Me: I’ll buy you one later.
Will: But I did not want one!
Me: Then I don’t buy you one. More for me. Even better.
Will: You are a mad woman.
Me: I’ll be madder still, if you keep me waiting. The Doctor said to fetch you immediately. You are going. She’s waiting for you. And so are they. I’m guessing you would rather see her.
Will: They? She? Who are you talking about? And what doctor? Is someone hurt?
Me: [to myself] I might have messed this up somewhat. [to Will] No. Never mind that, I’ll explain later, I told you we must hurry! Really, we should run.
Will: Who. Is. She?
Me: [short pause] Tessa.
Will: [leaps off the chair and is out the door before you can say ‘Quidditch’]
Me: [to myself] Well, if I’d known that’s all it would take…
Will: [peeks back in and shouts] Well, come on, then! What are you waiting for, Miss…?
Me: Miss Blackthorn. I am going.
Last but assuredly not least, Cassandra Jean’s Tessa and Will and the DSDS in Clockwork Princess.
TID Appreciation Week » Day 1: Favorite Character
↪ William Owen Herondale“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. “What?” “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.” “I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted.
“And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will.”
A couple of days without Internet, a bit of rereading of Clockwork Princess ending, and this is what I do.
tmi/tid meme: [1/7] seven relationships
∟ William Herondale and Tessa Gray - “I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart, Tessa. I would give over my own life for either of yours. I would give over my own life for your happiness. I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that. It is unfair to tell you this, I know, when you can do nothing about it.”
"i first came here when i was twelve. it was, to be precise, the tenth of november of that year. and every year after, on the anniversary of that day, i would fall into a black mood of despair. that was the day - that and my birthday - when i was most strongly reminded of mam and dad, and of you.” - will herondale
happy heronstairs day!
Why Alec Lightwood didn’t make a pie
1. he didn’t have the ingredients
2. he doesn’t know how to make a pie
3. he is not your bitch