TID first kisses: Jem and Tessa (
from Jem’s POV)
His heart soared, and he gathered her up against him, something he had never done before, but she did not seem to mind his clumsiness. Her hands were traveling gently over him, learning his body. Her fingers stroked the bone of his hip, the cup of his collar. They tangled in his shirt and it was up and over his head, and he was leaning into her, shaking silvery hair out of his face. He saw her eyes go wide and felt his insides tighten.
“I know,” he said, looking down at himself — skin like papier-mache, ribs like violin strings. “I am not — I mean, I look —”
“Beautiful,” she said, and the word was a pronouncement. “You are beautiful, James Carstairs.”
TID appreciation week: Day 6: Favorite Family:
→ The Institute Family
More Floriography, otherwise known as Cassandra Jean’s flower card project, matching up characters with flowers that symbolize their characteristics! From TID, Nate Gray, brought down by folly, and Tessa, symbolizing unity against evil.
TID appreciation week: Day 4: Favorite quote:
Will, Tessa & Jem in Clockwork Princess
TID appreciation week → day five
↳ favorite relationship: Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs & Tessa Gray
"How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each other and yet how much joy they took from simply being in the same room."
TID appreciation week → day one
↳favorite character: Theresa “Tessa" Gray
"We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them."
♔ ’One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.’
If there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?
"You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.
And that’s the way she leaves me; it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me. (x)
He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.
"You sound so grave, Tessa. Don’t frighten her." It was Zachariah, coming to stand behind Tessa’s chair.
"I’m not!" Tessa said with a laugh; she had her head tipped back, and Clary wondered if that was how she herself looked, looking up at Jace. She hoped so. It was a safe and happy look, the look of someone who was confident in the l o v e they gave and received.