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[silvering]

[Playing the violin late at night.]

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[will_herondale]

When the tip of Jem's stele touched his skin, his eyes closed. No one held his trust and respect like his parabatai. Therefore blind trust was easily given. "I have to wait that long? You are a cruel one." Even as he said it, his lips upturned in a small smile. "And here I thought I held special privilege."

His eyes only opened again when he felt the hand squeeze his shoulder. Only to stop altogether as he followed the track of Jem's eyes to the door. Oh... he'd left that open.

Dark blue rested on Tessa's form and something burned in pain inside his chest. Lips parting, he took in a deep breath and forced himself to look away. When he looked at her it was like drowning. Much like it felt with Jem... but with her, he couldn't. Even the slightest hint and he could break his Jem's heart. But that didn't mean his misery would be lumped on top of either of them. "Excursion. Outing. It was very invigorating. Nothing like a late night activity to get the heart going."

That cheeky smile flit over his lips as he looked up at Jem. He wanted so badly to look over at Tessa... so badly it hurt. But some things were worse than pain. Like the pain of others he loved dearly.