And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: heโd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But itโs about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and donโt go.
Cassandra ClareI'm not sure that's such a great idea." Luke said. "It's a fabulous idea." Jace dropped the paper back onto the table, and began to slide off his jacket. "I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," Magnus muttered.
Cassandra ClareIzzy," said Jace, as they neared the pond, and she jumped up and spun around. Her smile was dazzling. "Jace!" She flew at him and hugged him. Now that was the way sisters were supposed to act, Clary thought. Not all stiff and weird and peculiar, but happy and loving. Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression. "Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing." "I'm fine." Clary abandoned the attempt. "Are you sure? You looked sort ofโฆ contorted.
Cassandra ClareLet the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.
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