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re-reading this wonderful fic so I had to doodle about it

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- “Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?  “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.” 

- "Reparations,“ said Jem suddenly,setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. "Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In tha case, mine’s ‘genuphobia.’ It means an unreasonable fear of knees.

-“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. “What?” “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.” “I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will.”

-"I don’t think you can fight because you’re wearing a wedding dress,” said Jem “For what it’s worth, I don’t think Will could fight in that dress either.”

“Perhaps not,” said Will who had ears like a bat’s. “But I would make a radiant bride.”

-How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.“ said will. Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”

-But you are not a lady, Jessamine—,” Charlotte began.“Dear me,” said Will. “Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”

-Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?“  "They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

-Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."  He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

-Will rolled up his sleeves. "We’ll probably have to knock down the door–” “Or,” said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, “not.” The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness. “Now, that’s simply laziness,” said Will.

-So you’re a Shadowhunter,’ Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.’ 'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?’ Will inquired.

-So you don’t ever get angry at him?“ Jem laughed out loud. "I would hardly say that. Sometimes I want to strangle him.” “How on earth do you prevent yourself?” “I go to my favorite place in London,” said Jem, “and I stand and look at the water, and I think about the continuity of life, and how the river rolls on, oblivious of the petty upsets in our lives.” Tessa was fascinated. “Does that work?” “Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

-Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. "I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!” “Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?” “No.” “Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired.  “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.