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Julian. A presence in her life for as long as she could recall, splashing water at each other in the ocean, digging in the sand together, him putting his hand over hers and them marvelling at the difference in the shape and length of their fingers. Julian singing, terribly and off-key, while he drove, his fingers in her hair carefully freeing a trapped leaf, his hands catching her in the training room when she fell, and fell, and fell. The first time after their parabatai ceremony when she'd smashed her hand into a wall in a rage at not being able to get a sword manoeuvre right, and he'd come up to her, taken her still-shaking body in his arms, and said, "Emma, Emma, don't hurt yourself. When you do, I feel it too."

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Sun in her eyes and Julian asleep on the beach in an old T-shirt and her not wanting to wake him, but he'd woken anyway when the sun went down and looked for her, immediately, not smiling till his eyes found her and he knew she was there. Falling asleep talking and waking up with their hands interlocked; they'd been children in the dark together once but now they were something else, something intimate and powerful, something Emma felt she was only touching the edges of as she finished the rune and the stele fell from her fingers. - Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare

insp.

tsc moodboards → emma x julian

mmc: @drublackthorns asked ➢ kierarktina or blackstairs

we are bound together, emma, bound together—i breathe when you breathe, i bleed when you bleed, i’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and i have always, always belonged to you!

”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. Break my heart, he said. Break it in pieces. I give you permission. ”

bookish ships (1/ ∞): emma carstairs x julian blackthorn (the dark artifices)