"You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn’t a confidence booster. I thought maybe once she realized it would never work out with Jace, she’d give up and come back to me."
Valentine looked steadily at his son. “A cause for rejoicing,” he said in a low, contemplative voice, “I would have thought. Yesterday you were an orphan, Jonathan. And now a father, a mother, a sister, you never knew you had.”
“It isn’t possible,” said Jace again. “Clary isn’t my sister. If she were…”
“Then what?” Valentine said. Jace did not reply, but his sick look of nauseous horror was enough for Clary. Stumbling a little, she came around the table and knelt beside his chair, reaching for his hand.
He jerked away from her, his fingers knotting in the sodden tablecloth. “Don’t.” Hatred for Valentine burned in her throat like unshed tears. He had held back, and by not saying what he knew—that she was his daughter—made her complicit in his silence. And now, having dropped the truth on them with the weight of a crushing boulder, he sat back to watch the results with a cool consideration. How could Jace not see how hateful he was?
"Tell me it’s not true," Jace said, staring at the tablecloth.
Clary swallowed against the burning in her throat. "I can’t do that."
Valentine reached through the bars of the cell and laid his hand on top of Jace’s. The rough, callused texture of his fingers felt exactly the way it had when Jace had been ten years old. ”I want to trust you, Jonathan,” he said. “Can I?” Jace wanted to reply, but the words wouldn’t come. His chest felt as if an iron band was being slowly tightened around it, cutting off his breath by inches. (…) ”I must go,” said Valentine. “But we’re not done, you and I.” Jace put his hand to the bars. “Unchain me. Whatever it is, I want to be able to fight it.” “Unchaining you would hardly be a kindness now.” Valentine closed his hand around the witchlight stone completely. It winked out, plunging the room into darkness. Jace flung himself against the bars of the cell, his broken hand screaming its protest and pain. “No!” he shouted. “Father, please.” “When you want to find me,” Valentine said, “you will find me.” And then there was only the sound of his footsteps rapidly receding and Jace’s own ragged breathing as he slumped against the bars.
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.” - Stephen Crane
Katniss&Peeta || With Eyes Wide Shut
"So you’re trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she’s unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn’t it?"
"Love is a contradiction," said Jace.
"The Clave isn’t going to like this," said Alec dubiously. "I’m pretty sure turning mundanes into rats is against the Law."
"Technically she didn’t turn him into a rat," Jace pointed out. "The worst she could be accused of is negligence."
"Who cares about the stupid Law?” Clary screamed, grabbing hold of Isabelle’s wrist. “My best friend is a rat!”
“Ouch!” Isabelle tried to pull her wrist back. “Let go of me!”
"Not until you tell me where he is." She’d never wanted to smack anyone as much as she wanted to smack Isabelle right at that moment. "I can’t believe you just left him -he’s probably terrified -"
"If he hasn’t been stepped on," Jace pointed out unhelpfully.
"I didn’t leave him. He ran under the bar," Isabelle protested, pointing. "Let go! You’re denting my bracelet."
"Bitch," Clary said savagely, and flung a surprised-looking Isabelle’s hand back at her, hard.
harry potter next generation dream cast
↳ alex pettyfer as scorpius malfoy
“I could have killed you.”
“I would have let you.”
He stroked her hair back from her face, and she went still. “You’re just going to have to trust me. No one’ s coming for you.”
He didn’t bring the knife out until they left the elevator, and then he said, “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?” even as he flicked her hair back with the tip of the blade and pressed the edge to her throat. The icy air hit her bare shoulders and arms as soon as they were out on the roof. Jace’s hands were warm where he touched her, and she could feel the heat of him through her thin dress, but it didn’t warm her, not inside. Inside she was filled with jagged slivers of ice.
She grew colder still when she saw Simon, looking at her with his huge dark eyes. His face looked scrubbed blank with shock, like a white piece of paper. He was looking at her, and Jace behind her, as if he were seeing something fundamentally wrong, a person with their face turned inside-out, a map of the world with all the land gone and nothing left but ocean.
AN AWKWARD OTP THAT YOU LOVE- SIMON & JACE
Jace perched on the windowsill and looked down at him. “You really don’t get this bodyguard thing, do you?”
"I didn’t even think you liked me all that much," said Simon. "Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?"
"I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy’s house a night and throw up in his mailbox.""I’m pretty sure that’s not it."
The angels warn me never to fall down