I Don't Suppose It Would Be Possible

It Will Bring You Light Even Among The Darkest Shadows Of This World And Others

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Will’s Hand Looked Brown And Sunburnt By Contrast, Their Fingers Dovetailed Together Like Piano Keys.

And What Colour Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?' 'mauve,' Said Will.

It Was Like A Bad Movie Except He Didn’t Actually Twirl His Mustache.” -jace To Maryse About Valentine, Pg.122-