Ask Will Herondale

Magnus Bane

→ [2/4] Lightwood

"I am Theresa Gray, daughter of a Greater Demon and Elizabeth Gray, who was born Adele Starkweather, one of your kind. I was the wife of William Herondale, who was the head of the London Institute, and I was the mother of James Herondale and Lucie Blackthorn. Will and I raised our Shadowhunter children to protect mundanes, to live by the Laws of Clave and Covenant, and to keep to the Accords. Once, I lived among the Shadowhunters. Once I might almost have seemed like a person to you."

“This is the drug,” he said. “It comes from a warlock dealer we know in Limehouse. I take some of it every day. It’s why I look so—so ghostly; it’s what drains the color from my eyes and hair, even my skin. I wonder sometimes if my parents would even recognize me… .” 

colour meme: arintrajan said: herongraystairs + complementary colors 

[insp.]

Please forgive me, my dear Mr. Lightwood- I mean Gideon- but I must go murder the cook. I shall be directly back.

Pulvis et umbra sumus. We are but dust and shadow.

Jem and Tessa ~ Post Epilogue (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Moonlight spilled off the polished surface of the boy’s violin as he turned to lay it down on top of the wardrobe, the bow beside it. When he turned back to her, he was smiling. “I should have introduced myself earlier,” he said. “I’m James Carstairs. Please call me Jem—everyone does.”

                       you were made to become the ruin of nephilim                                                ɹnoıʌɐs ɹıǝɥʇ ǝɯɐɔǝq noʎ pɐǝʇsuı

Jem a la The Mortal Instruments by cassandraclare 

Perhaps, but you would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.               ~ Tessa Gray

Shadowhunters Chronicles + Alphabet

"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.