Jemima som Alice:
Jemima som Alice:
"But if you were honest, you’d admit this tantrum is just because you’re in love with him. It doesn’t have anything to do with—” - Clary
“Don’t you ever, ever, say anything like that to him or I’ll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I’ll kill you.” -Alec
- The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (book)
Good morning. So the news is.... I shall be on stage in the west end starting this May in @BendItMusical !!!! So excited. Come and see us x— Jamie Campbell Bower (@Jamiebower) 9 januari 2015
First blast through the songs for @BendItMusical with our fantastic MD. Terribly excited. X— Jamie Campbell Bower (@Jamiebower) 15 januari 2015
Mark stepped out. The elegant lines of the suit seemed to sweep upward, making Mark appear taller, more polished. For the first time since his return every bit of the feral faerie child in him appeared to have been brushed away like cobwebs. He looked human. Like someone who’d always been human.
“Why do you bite your nails?” he said.
Julian, who hadn’t even been conscious that he was gnawing on the side of his thumb — the satisfying pain of skin between his teeth, the metal of the blood in his mouth — dropped his hands into his lap. “Bad habit.”
“People do that when they’re stressed,” said Mark. “Even I know that.” His fingers scrabbled uselessly at his tie. He frowned down at it.
Julian got to his feet and went over to his brother, taking the loops of the tie in his hands. He couldn’t remember who had taught him how to knot a tie. Malcolm, he thought. It had almost certainly been Malcolm.
“But what do you have to be stressed about, little brother?” Mark said. “You weren’t carried away by Sebastian Morgenstern. You’ve spent your life here. Not that the life of a Shadowhunter isn’t stressful, but why are you the one with the bloody hands?”
Julian’s hands faltered for a moment. “You don’t know everything about me, Mark. Just like I’m willing to bet I don’t know everything about you.”