#800*

— maven calore, war storm

when jesper opened his mouth to take another breath, wylan leaned forward and kissed him. jesper’s mind emptied. he wasn't thinking of what had happened before or what might happen next. there was only the reality of wylan’s mouth, the press of his lips, then the fine bones of his neck, the silky feel of his curls as jesper cupped his nape and drew him nearer. this was the kiss he’d been waiting for.

It's just my opinion though, there's really no need to go spreading it around.

“We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that’s what we call ourselves.”