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The rune on the page seemed to spring into sharp focus, and she thought, involuntarily, Remember. If the rune were a word, it would have been that one, but there was more meaning to it than any word she could imagine. It was a child’s first memory of light falling through crib bars, the recollected scent of rain and city streets, the pain of unforgotten loss, the sting of remembered humiliation, and the cruel forgetfulness of old age, when the most ancient of memories stand out with agonizingly clear precision and the nearest of incidents are lost beyond recall.
With a little sigh she turned to the next page, and the next, letting the images and sensations flow over her. Sorrow. Thought. Strength. Protection. Grace - and then cried out in reproachful surprise as Magnus snatched the book off her lap.
“That’s enough,” he said, sliding it back onto its shelf. He dusted his hands off on his colorful pants, leaving streaks of gray. “If you read all the runes at once, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

“But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.”

 Sad but true… Love is hard to get over and you are never the same… better or worse lost love changes a person drastically…


‘And he never forgot what he’d learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.’

‘All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction…any who look upon you with love will die of it.’

I don’t know why I’m going to torment myself with posting these together, but I couldn’t really resist. All the talk about potential HEA’s for them has put me in the mood for angst, I guess. The amazing Palnk drew these - remember to check out her deviantart page. Every piece is amazing.

I’ve Lost Everything (Will x Tessa)
Agramon (Jace x Clary)

 Love these… ironic how they were both taught to think that those who loved them would be destroyed or killed…

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