If I Had Not Been A Shadowhunter,

Nicely Done, Brother," Said Gabriel From The Bed, Blinking Sleepy Green Eyes At Gideon. Gideon Threw A Scone At Him.

Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

When I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind's Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.

Will Remembered The Two Of Them, Running Through The Dark Streets Of London, Jumping From Rooftop To Rooftop, Seraph Blades Gleaming In Their Hands; Hours In The Training Room, Shoving Each Other Into Mud Puddles, Throwing Snowballs At Jessamine From Behind An Ice Fort In The Courtyard, Asleep Like Puppies On The Rug In Front Of The Fire.

To Draw Something Is To Try To Capture It Forever.