kit herondale Ty Blackthorn TWP the wicked powers sobh secrets of blackthorn hall kitty kit and ty ty and kit cassandra clare dru blackthorn jaime rosales Kit x ty Ty x kit Livvy Blackthorn At some moment, Ty moved his head so it was resting against
Inside him, all the regrets, and words, and happiness, and sadness, and mostly That he remembered from when they were fifteen. He could smell Ty, the dark comforting smell He let his head to fall into Ty’s shoulder, his tears wetting Ty’s shirt. Slowly, doubtful, until his arms were around Kit’s shoulders and he was squeezing Locked on Ty’s hands, too busy fighting back the tears. I’m sorry for letting my grieve blind me. Was sitting in the bed of the small room they were able to find for him. Him, and Ty’s centurion shoes came into view. Instead, he heard light steps coming in front of In the end, he wasn’t ready, not strong enoughĪt the ground, and waited for ty to go away, to go plan their next move with Jaime Was, with Ty once again in front of him, too many history between them to Past years, and Mina what kept the pieces to became more. Jem and Tessa had been the glue to kept him together these There was no Livvy, and no Ty, and he was part faerie from a dangerous line and Instead, he hid it intoĪ dark corner of his mind and let Ty and Livvy and this new Shadowhunter life Himself open up, take him into his arms and his heart, and then he exploded,ĭeath, he didn’t cry, he didn’t allow himself to mourn. People in his life had let him down, maybe not so many because it had neverīeen many people in the first place. He came to understand, with time, but that was not I did so bad that you will never look at me again? It was the only thing heĬould give him in that moment, the other truths too important to rip them from Send them, I couldn’t bring myself to, but I didn’t have the heart to burnįirst step, the first piece of their broken hearts. He looked at the wall behind Kit, his jacket, and then at the Herondale In silence, it had never brother them, but right now it was tense and heavy. His eyes were fix on the floor, where some tiles were
Postapocalyptic alternative universe would be nice.Īnd took a step back. You hurt me! -He had to stop to breath -I… I can’t do this now What you think? That I don’t need you? Because i do. Long missing him, that he shouldn’t have open it. Knew it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. That should be warning enough.īeen a good idea from the beginning.
Written this in less than half an hour, no beta reader, and English is not myįirst language. It literally has no context, in the middle of TWP IĪnd maybe a little bit of fluff at the ending. I’ve
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