After a few months of inactivity, I decided to force myself to finish all my WIPs, so here is a drawing of Tessa in the famous strawberry dress that I started back in August. I wanted to focus on improving my digital art but I somehow ended up in an art block instead but hey, shit happens. And happy 2021 you guys!
“Ya te lo había dicho, Jem, que no me dejarías. Y aún estás conmigo. Cuando respire, pensaré en ti, porque sin ti hace años que estaría muerto. Cuando me despierte y cuando duerma, cuando alce las manos para defenderme o cuando yazca para morir, tú estarás conmigo. Dices que nacemos una y otra vez. Yo digo que es un rio lo que nos separa a los muertos de los vivos. Lo que sé es que si nacemos denuevo, te encontraré en esa otra vida, y que si hay un rio, me esperarás en la orilla a que llegue a ti, para que podamos cruzarlo juntos. ¿Me has odio, James Carstairs? Estamos unidos, tú y yo, por encima de la separación de la muerte, por todas las generaciones que puedan venir. Para siempre”
“Somos todos los fragmentos de los que recordamos. Tenemos en nuestro interior las esperanzas y los terrores de aquellos que nos aman. Mientras haya amor y memoria, no existe la auténtica pérdida”
Does anyone else think about how much Will Herondale loved to read?
I do, but mainly because I love to read as well. And it got me thinking why does Will love to read? Then it hit me, the curse. This poor boy had been on his own for twelve years. Yes, he had Jem and those at the institute like Charlotte and Henry, but he didn’t know that. He thought he had to push everyone he loved away to protect them from himself. I imagine he grew tired of doing that for years and he wanted to feel like he wasn’t alone anymore. So, what does he do? He turns to books. In books he found his new friends, ones he could love and not have to worry about them dying. He got to pretend to be the main characters and go on adventures with his friends feeling all the emotions he didn’t think he could experience with Jem and his family at the institute.
Just when I think I couldn’t love this boy anymore. Will Herondale always finds a way to hit me right in the feels.
“‘Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm,’ [Will] whispered. ‘For love is strong as death; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love; neither can the floods drown it.’”
- from Fairytale of London by Cassandra Clare (2021)
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