✤ — a memory that involves romance/love☤ — a memory of death/loss
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✤ — a memory that involves romance/love
the patrol had gone on far longer than they had expected it to & now they were in jem’s chambers. exhaustion had crept over both of them & will was sprawled out across jem’s bed. it was getting late, the room was dark save for the stray beams of moonlight filtering through the curtains & it was almost quiet except for the sound of their breathing & the din of chatter from downstairs that somehow still seeped through the cracks of the closed door. it was rare to have one of these PEACEFUL moments so will didn’t complain, he just let himself bask in the feeling.
jem broke the silence first. “ you didn’t need to do that, you know. “
“ what you said, to charlotte. she was only trying to be nice & you hurled it back in her face. “
“ oh, “ he said because there was nothing else he could say. he remembered. there was an argument & a few choice words had been thrown around & he had stormed out in the end ( ‘ we all care for you, will, ‘ charlotte had said and will had responded with ‘ i wish you didn’t. ‘ ). the patrol helped him blow off steam & forget some of the anger & hatred he harbored toward HIMSELF but now it was coming back. where had the old will gone ? he was a shell of himself, all harsh words & cold eyes & an inability to take back the things he had said.
“ don’t say that, “ jem replied. he didn’t sound angry but he probably was. will tried to find some semblance of the WALLS he had let down around jem & build them up again. it usually worked but not when his parabatai talked to him like this. “ && i know you won’t care, or will pretend not to care, but charlotte cares for you. she practically raised you to this point & you treat her like a stone in your shoe. everyone cares, will, because they think you’re better than this. i think you’re better than this. “
will only shook his head. “ i’m really not. “
“ any semblance of love, and you destroy it. “ jem had continued and will looked up at him, sapphire meeting silver. he braced himself for jem to ask why but he never did. he whispered, “ not you. even if i wreck everything else i can’t ruin this. y o u. us. this is all i have. “
he waited for jem to ask why again but he never did. sometimes he thought about whether the members of the institute did wonder. wonder why the little boy of twelve who had never wanted to join the shadowhunters ran to them one day and begged them to send their parents away. then harden himself, turn into the boy he was today. probably not ; they most likely thought he was that kind of person ANYWAY. never some far-fetched idea like a stupid curse. will was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t realize how much closer they had gotten together when jem said, “ it doesn’t have to be that way. “
“ yes, “ said will. “ yes, it does. “ jem is my great sin.
jem frowned and said, “ will. “ he finally noticed how close they were because he could feel jem’s breath against his skin. this close, his SILVER eyes were like shillings in the dark. will spoke, his words stumbling over each other as he rushed to get them out, so he could push out other thoughts. it didn’t work. “ i am not a good, or honorable, you’re the better part of me & with you i’m a better person. but alone – no, i can’t, i’m not even a fraction of that. i could never be. “
“ will, “ said jem again, in a firmer tone this time. he tried to use that strategy again but this close his mind was reeling & the words wouldn’t come. they were both silent except for the sound of their breathing. jem was the one who made it into a kiss – there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him it wasn’t right but he dismissed it temporarily. he didn’t know he wanted something so badly until he had gotten it, mouth parting to take in more of the taste. silver powder & ashes. suddenly the voice was back & this time it spoke of curses & broken promises & dead children. it was loud enough to make him pull back.
“ i can’t do this, “ he said, breathing raggedly. not you, not us. i. there was a brief pause, and then, “ i’ll show myself out. “ jem would never see it but he strode out of the room with clenched fists and rammed them into a wall when he got back to his own chambers. so hard they had left red marks on his knuckles but he didn’t care. all who love you shall die. how could he ever forget ?
he would blame all of it on the fatigue later but for the moment he only hoped jem would too.
☤ — a memory of death/loss
he would never get used to the bare room that once housed his best friend. STRIPPED of its belongings, of music, of fond memories. the violin now collected dust in the music room & his yin fen box was on will’s nightstand. it was unfair, sometimes to the point where it was laughable : he didn’t want a stupid box, he wanted jem. but jem was in the silent city, robes like parchment around his thin frame – living among DECAYING BONES && the ashes of the once-living. he didn’t deserve it. he didn’t deserve any of the things that had happened to him but fate never took any of that into consideration.
sometimes he was so unused to it that he forgot : that jem wasn’t going to be there at his elbow during breakfast, getting ready to roll his eyes or laugh at some stupid joke he made. that he wasn’t going to be lulled to sleep by the sweet strains of violin music. that his parabatai rune was broken, severed down the middle, faded. that he didn’t have a parabatai anymore.
those moments of realization were when it hurt the most, when he felt the need to LOCK himself within the confines of his room & think. but even that didn’t work because thinking about it just made it even clearer that he was swimming in fading memories & that jem was never coming back. many people had whispered when they thought he wasn’t listening that it would have ended up like this either way. he was a boy shackled to DEATH by silver powder & hacking coughs, bound to be LOST some time. the path of a silent brother should have been considerably better because at least he was still ALIVE. & perhaps will should have been happier, pray in the wake of such a MIRACLE instead of moping about but he knew it would never be enough.
often he thought about how he could have done things differently to the point where they were irrational. searched harder for & found a cure. STAYED with him even as he was told to go find tessa. be there as he took his last breaths as a shadowhunter, as he took on the painful runes that transitioned him into a silent brother. he had told all these things to tessa ( with his head pressed against her shoulder & he did that thing where he felt like he was going to cry but didn’t ) and she had let him talk & hadn’t said a word even when his sentences turned incoherent & incomprehensible, she just held him. because she understood : maybe not in the exact same way, his bond with the two of them were different, but she knew what it was like to have half of one’s heart ripped out of their chest. will had told her he would try his best to mend himself for all three of them but didn’t know how well he could keep that promise.
& days, weeks, months would pass and he would have liked to think he was beginning to keep that promise. but it always came back to this : their last conversation. there were daggers on the floor & daggers embedded in walls. reminiscent of their FIRST conversation. he had told jem, wo men shi sheng si zhi jiao ; he had told him, go in peace, james carstairs. he had said in his mind, ave atque vale, a commemoration of what they were. hail & farewell, brother, because in every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well. he understood now, finally understood the brevity of that thought. & that alone was enough to fill the cracks in his heart, heal it just a little.
it would never be enough but it was a start.