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[silvering]

[Playing the violin late at night.]

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[will_herondale]

Sinking back into the chair, he arched a brow and looked off to the fireplace just for something to look at. Resting his chin on his palm, he let his lashes lowered to cover his melancholic gaze. He started to say something witty (probably annoying) when he felt the sharp grip on his shoulder.

Lifting his gaze to his parabatai he knew he couldn't disregard that silent plea. Even if it would be better for all of them if he sullenly bowed out with some excuse. "I suppose excursion it was. I like to do things with flair."

Deep blue flicked back to Tessa and he knew it was a mistake when he caught her gray eyes. For a moment he held her gaze and felt warmth rush through him like butterflies. Something he knew from curling up next to Jem throughout his life. Now he felt it in an overwhelming wave when they were both in the room with him.

Only to have his attention ripped back as he realized what Jem just asked. "What?" That sounded very intelligent. "Isn't that one of those couple-ey-thingy... things... that couples do?" Because he was surely convincing them that he wasn't interested. He could almost hear his own inner voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you two want to go watch murderous fiends such as waterfowl on a perfectly dreary London afternoon, you don't need me to come along." But everything inside said he wanted to go. He wanted to badly.