Here is the illustration for the 8K followers! So so many of you asked me for this illustration. They are Cordelia and James from Chain of Gold by @cassandraclare. I kind of have a love-hate relationship with this illustration but I hope you all like it! The next one will be Hunt and Bryce.
So I finally finished my Lucie Herondale illustration. Wow! It’s like I’ve been working on her face for ages, I don’t know if I like how it turned out, but I know that at some point I had to stop haha. Well! Hope you like how the illustration ended up looking. I’ll continue doing some shadowhunter’s illustrations some time soon This character belongs to @cassandraclare
I’ve finished clockwork princess (by cassandra clare) a few days ago. After that I was a little bit depressed because of the ending. (I cried while reading) And after that I’ve started drawing Jem and I’m planning on drawing Will too but I don’t know when I’m finish with that. I have to much to do for school that I don’t even have time for myself. It really sucks..
Julian.A presence in her life for as long as she could recall, splashing water at each other in the ocean, digging in the sand together, him putting his hand over hers and them marvelling at the difference in the shape and length of their fingers. Julian singing, terribly and off-key, while he drove, his fingers in her hair carefully freeing a trapped leaf, his hands catching her in the training room when she fell, and fell, and fell. The first time after their parabatai ceremony when she’d smashed her hand into a wall in a rage at not being able to get a sword manoeuvre right, and he’d come up to her, taken her still-shaking body in his arms, and said, “Emma, Emma, don’t hurt yourself. When you do, I feel it too.”
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Sun in her eyes and Julian asleep on the beach in an old T-shirt and her not wanting to wake him, but he’d woken anyway when the sun went down and looked for her, immediately, not smiling till his eyes found her and he knew she was there. Falling asleep talking and waking up with their hands interlocked; they’d been children in the dark together once but now they were something else, something intimate and powerful, something Emma felt she was only touching the edges of as she finished the rune and the stele fell from her fingers.- Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
Matthew, le he dado instrucciones al mensajero que te trajo esta nota para que evalúe tu sobriedad y, si la encuentra insuficiente, te dé dos bofetadas en la cara. Ponte en pie y presta atención, tonto libertino. Todavía es la hora del desayuno. Y esto es importante. ¿Vas a ir al Musicale de los Townsend? Déjame reformular: si sabes lo que es bueno para ti, irás al Musicale de los Townsend. Espero disfrutar de tu compañía allí, por supuesto, como mi amigo y compañero. Pero también, para ser franca, necesitaré tu apoyo.Mi noche estaba libre y les dije que estaría allí, pero no estaba pensando, y ahora recibí una nota de A.B. Informándome en términos inequívocos que definitivamente también asistirá. Será una gran reunión, sin duda, y la mayor parte de nuestro tiempo lo dedicaremos a ver a Thoby Baybrook perseguir las bolas de malabarismo que sigue tirando durante su actuación, en lugar de socializar de cerca. Pero, y confío en tu confianza en este asunto, encuentro que me muero de nervios. Imagina. ¡Yo nunca me muero de nervios! Espero poder contar contigo. Normalmente no me dedico a pedir favores. Sin embargo, esta es una situación inusual. Matthew: ella usará el vestido burdeos.
Estimada señorita Lightwood, espero que haya recibido la misma invitación al Musicale de los Townsends que el resto del Enclave. Escribo con la pregunta de si es su intención asistir, y para decirle que espero que lo haga y que espero verla allí. No es su tipo de fiesta, por supuesto (aburrida, burguesa y estirada, imagino que diría), pero como soy la hija del Inquisidor, rara vez puedo aparecer en las reuniones más animadas que son de su preferencia, como verá planeo asistir, tanto como preferiría estar en otro lugar. (¿En una de esas animadas reuniones, tal vez?) Catherine me cortará la cabeza si no estoy allí para quitarle a su madre de encima, por un lado, y por otro… bueno, deseo verla. Tengo entendido que su hermano y su ruidosa banda, o como se hagan llamar a sí mismos, planean estar allí. Así que también le escribo para implorarle que venga para que haya una cabeza más fría y cualquier explosión o implosión, o incluso alboroto de cualquier tipo, será, si no se previene, al menos más fácil de contener y limpiar después. Para el evento estoy pensando en un vestido que tengo, en un color rubí profundo, con un escote bastante llamativo. No soy una gran juez de mi propia apariencia, pero conozco Su gusto y me atrevo a decir que lo encontrará muy halagador. Por su parte, espero que use esos pantalones de raya diplomática que tiene. No se los has puesto y los extraño, o mejor dicho, extraño cómo elegantemente los llevas. En breve, espero verla ahí. Se que no es de su costumbre mantener las cartas de sus admiradores/as, sino usarlas para encender su chimenea. Tal vez también sea el destino de esta nota, pero deseo que no lo sea. Escribo hacia usted no como una admiradora, después de todo, pero si como una amiga, y una que le desea todas las cosas buenas del mundo. Suya., Ariadne Bridgestock
Cordelia, mi hermana, la gemela de mi propio corazón, ¿puedes creer la invitación de los Townsend? ¡Qué pretencioso puede ser uno, te pregunto! A los cuatro Herondales nos tomó una hora de discusión concluir que “la víspera del viernes” significaba simplemente el viernes por la noche en lugar de la víspera anterior, al viernes (es decir, el jueves). ¿Y son los demonios o nuestros cuellos los que deben estar fríos? “¡Frío de frío!” Como escritora de palabras, no, incluso sólo como lectora de palabras, me siento ofendida. Sin embargo, me desvío. Te escribo para preguntarte si asistirás, ya que eso será importante para mi propia decisión de asistir. Le pregunté a James, y él no estaba entusiasmado, pero “supuso” que “debemos”. Así que deseo hacerte saber que si no te apetece asistir, creo que a James se le podría convencer fácilmente. Pero, por muy desagradable que promete ser la noche, me temo que puede tener razón en que “debemos”. Después de todo, tú y él deben hacer las rondas sociales como una pareja comprometida, y yo bueno, apenas puedo sentarme sola en mi habitación toda la noche mientras todos mis amigos son testigos del asesinato a sangre fría de Catherine Townsend de “O mio babbino caro”. Así que cualquiera que sea tu preferencia, seré amable. Podemos ponernos arreglarnos y ver a los más tontos de nuestro grupo bromear y hacer tonterías, y al menos tendremos la compañía de la otra y el champán. O, si lo prefieres, té y galletas en el salón del Instituto. Soy tuya para mandar, mi hermana guerrera. (Me he dado cuenta solo en este momento en el que quizás no solo desees asistir sino ir por ti misma; si ese es el caso, me retracto de todas las menciones anteriores de caos y bromas en favor de mi incondicional apoyo entusiasta. Incluso te acompañaré, si lo deseas, pero no soy muy buena en el spinnet, así que por favor, algo bastante lento sería lo mejor.) Siempre tuya a través de las tranquilas aguas del tiempo y el espacio, L. Herondale
“Maybe that was why she liked horror movies, Dru thought; the dead never stayed dead, and those left behind were too busy wandering unwisely around in the woods to have time to grieve or feel loss”
Drusilla Blackthorn from The Shadowhunters Chronicles by @cassandraclare
Things I’ll never recover from: Michael’s ghost at Robert’s funeral to finally reunite with his parabatai.
He saw a man coming toward the Lightwoods and blinked his watering eyes. He was a young man, handsome, with curling brown hair and a square jaw. He wasn’t wearing white like the others, but plain black gear. As he passed Maryse he stopped and laid a hand on her shoulder.
[…]
The young man with the dark hair had moved to kneel beside Robert Lightwood’s pyre. He was closer to the flames than any human could have gotten, and they seemed to eddy within the outline of his body, lightning eyes with fiery tears.
Parabatai,Kit thought suddenly. In the slump of the young man’s shoulders, in his outstretched hands, in the longing stamped on his face, he saw Emma and Julian, he saw Alec as he spoke about Jace; he knew he was looking at the ghost of Robert Lightwood’s parabatai. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.
A cruel sort of bond, he thought, that made one person out of two people, and left such devastation when half was gone.
This line reminds me of Geordie, a song that comes from an ancient british ballad and has a lot of adaptations. In Italy the version sung by Fabrizio De Andrè is really famous even though it has something like 50 years, and I connect it to this scene in LoS since the first time I read it because I always though that Gwyn loved Kieran like a father in his own way -at least, he loved him more than Kieran’s own father did- and for years I have been sure the lady of the song was Geordie’s mother instead of her lover/wife (don’t ask me why, I still do not understand the reason) so the parallelism between her and Gwyn wanted to save their sons was istinctive and inevitable.
In case someone do not know what the song tells, that’s basically the story of a woman weeping because her lover, a very young man no more than a teen, would have been executed soon by hanging for stealing some of the king’s deers. A boy who reminded me a lot of Kieran, both their actions guided not by selfishness but by hunger, by fear, by the desire to take care of their loved ones and do not lose them.
The woman went to London to pray the king to spare Geordie (the only thing she could do as she was powerless was rely in someone else who had the will and the power to save him, similar with Gwyn, who loved both boys and could only hope his words would convince Mark to save Kieran) and moved the crowd with her words, especially when she said “Save his lips, save his smile/ He doesn’t have twenty years yet/ Winter will fall on his face too/ You can hang him then”.
Contrary of Kieran’s, Geordie’s story does not have an happy ending -well, since I have not finished QoAaD yet, I don’t know if Kieran will have a happy ending (or even if he will survive), but at least he wasn’t executed by his own father.
Even though his lover’s prayers moved everyone, king included, the laws could not and must not change (“Although they will mourn him with you/ The Law cannot change”), just as the Law of Shadohunters and the Fairy Folk.
“Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.” Inktober 2019 day 14: overgrown
“The four of you are tightly knit,” said Cordelia. “Anyone could see that. And none of you is so simple. Thomas is more than just kind, and Christopher more than beakers and test tubes, Matthew more than wit and waistcoats. Each of you follows his own star—but you are the thread that binds all four together. You are the one who sees what everyone needs, if anyone requires extra care from their friends, or even to be left alone. Some groups of friends drift apart, but you would never let that happen.”
Shadowhunters - The Last Hours - Chain of Gold - @cassieclare1
