His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.

Was This What It Meant To Love Someone? That Any Burden Was A Burden Shared, That They Could Give You Comfort With A Word Or A Touch?

They Both Believed In Her Even When She Didn’t Believe In Herself.

He Seemed Only ... Annoyed. Annoyed, And Sweaty, And Hot. "yeah, Well," He Said, "the Next Time You Decide To Sneak Out Of Our Magically Warded Apartment Through A Door That Shouldn't Really Exist, Leave A Note.

Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.