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[silvering]

[Playing the violin late at night.]

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[will_herondale]

Somewhere in the haze of beautiful music, Will leaned back against the wall just inside the door. His dark lashes still pressed to pale cheeks. Color brought on by the chill and dampness. When Jem spoke up and the music died out, he let his eyes open slowly so he could take the slighter form in.

For all the weakness of the effects brought on by yin fen he never saw Jem as weak or less than his version of perfection. Tessa spoke the language of his heart, but Jem was interwoven into the fabric of his soul. After just a small moment to collect himself, a small pull at the side of his lips revealed a smirk.

"Luckily for them, they have long since been to bed. But that doesn't mean that other nasties don't like to annoy me by crowding my streets at night." Or... realistically, he badgered them till they became irritated enough to start a scuffle. "You're up late."