breathtaking moments in the shadowhunters chronicles: to be and be loved (lady midnight)
↬ julian blackthorn & emma carstairs
Every image was of her. There was she training, holding Cortana, playing with Tavvy, reading to Dru. In one watercolor, she was sleeping on the beach, her head pillowed on her hand. The details of the sloped of her shoulder, the individual grains of sand stuck to her skin like sugar, had been rendered so lovingly that she felt almost dizzy. In another, she rose above the city of Los Angeles. She was naked, but her body was transparent —one could see the outlines of it, and the stars of the night sky shone through her. Her hair tumbled down like brilliant light, illuminating the word.
She remember what he’d said to her when they were dancing.
