Clarkent

"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer


bergeretta:

How should have Clockwork Princess ended: Will Herondale stopped searching for Tessa and returned to the Institute. He ran to Jem’s room, looked at his pale face and whispered: “I could not leave you, and so you do not leave me" then he kissed Jem. And that was it, remedy for Jem’s disease - a kiss of true love. After that they went far far away and they lived happily ever after.

THE END.