cassandraclare:

I was feeling mreepy, so Cassandra Jean drew me some fanart. It’s rather sad, but I was needing catharsis — I know I’ve talked about catharsis on this blog before, about why there is a pleasure in books that make us weep. Why a good cry is called a good cry.

Anyway, CJ has a great talent for capturing emotion in the line of a hand, or the curve of a drawn smile. I have that admiration for her art that you have for something you could never ever do yourself. And she’s good at making me cry. :)

This isn’t a scene I plan to write, or even could write. It doesn’t take place in the pages of a book. It concerns things I don’t even pretend I know about (the existence of God?) It’s a piece of fantasy involving the mortal characters of The Infernal Devices. It could be a dream of Jem’s. It could be a dream of Will’s. I’d like to think it’s a shared dream.

It’s under the cut because 1) spoilers 2) FEELS. 

You have been warned.

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As they stepped out into the darkness of night, the little boy grabbed his mother’s hand and beamed up at her. “Wow mom. Look at the sky. It’s so beautiful!” The mother looked up at the clear, star-filled sky and then back down at her 4-year-old son, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes, it really is beautiful.”