Clockwork Angel picspam
I don't really quite believe anybody could care about this one XD still, I so desperately wanted to do it, so here it is. I'm clearly spamming myself, that desperate I am. And yes, I do love Will and Jem with all my heart ♥
There was a boy standing in front of her. He couldn’t have been much older than she was - seventeen or possibly eighteen. He was dressed in what looked like workman’s clothes - a frayed black jacket, trousers, and tough-looking boots. […] He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Tangled black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth, and long, thick lashes. Even the curve of his throat was perfect. He looked like every fictional hero she’d ever conjured up in her head. Although she’d never imagined one of them cursing at her while shaking his bleeding hand in an accusing fashion.
The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight - paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed. He was bareheaded, which drew the eye immediately to his hair. It was an odd bright silver color, like an untarnished shilling. His eyes were the same silver, and his fine-boned face was angular, the slight curve of his eyes the only clue to his heritage.
Tessa had always been perfectly content with her own smooth brown hair and steady gray eyes. Jane Eyre had had brown hair, and plenty of other heroines besides. And it wasn’t so bad being tall, either - taller than most of the boys her own age, it was true, but Aunt Harriet had always said that as long as a tall woman carried herself well, she would forever look regal.
She was almost ridiculously pretty, what one of Tessa’s novels would have called an English rose - all silvery fair hair, soft brown eyes, and creamy complexion. She wore a very bright blue dress, and rings on almost every one of her fingers. If she had the same black skin markings that Will and Charlotte did, they weren’t visible.
Beside him stood a very small woman, almost child-size, with thick brown hair knotted at the nape of her neck, and a neat, clever little face with bright, dark eyes like a bird’s. She wasn’t pretty exactly, but there was a calm, kindly look on her face that made the ache of panic in Tessa’s stomach ease slightly, though she couldn’t have said exactly why.
A man was standing in the dining room’s arched doorway - a familiar-looking tall man, with a shock of ginger hair and hazel eyes. He wore a torn tweed Norfolk jacket over a shockingly bright striped waistcoat; his trousers were covered in what looked peculiarly like coal dust. But none of that was what had made Charlotte scream; it was the fact that his left arm appeared to be on fire.
Sophie raised her head and her full face became visible. She ought to have been very pretty-her eyes were a luminous dark hazel, her skin smooth, her lips soft and delicately shaped - but a thick, silvery ridged scar slashed from the left corner of her mouth to her temple, pulling her face sideways and distorting her features into a twisted mask.
A solid-looking young man with dark brown hair sat at a high table, polishing a set of short daggers. He grinned when they came in. […] He had a sweet, pleasant, open sort of face, and a lot of curling hair. His shirt was open at the neck, showing a strong throat. Despite his obvious youth, he was extremely tall and muscular, the width of his arms straining against his sleeves.
He smiled. The smile showed teeth. His skin had the bluish paleness of hardened ice. His hair was nearly white and hung arrow-straight to his shoulders, just brushing the collar of his elegant dark coat. His waistcoat was gray silk, figured with a pattern of twisting silver symbols. He looked like a Russian prince out of a book.
Nate, with his fair good looks, was the one in the family generally agreed to have inherited her mother’s beauty. […] His blond hair was pasted to his skull with blood and sweat. But none of that mattered; Tessa would have known him anyway, anywhere. She knew now why his cry of pain had sounded so familiar to her. It was Nathaniel.
The woman who sat in the tallest of the chairs was slender and stately. A hat was tipped forward on her head, balancing a massive black plume at its top. Her dress was of rich red velvet, her icy white skin swelling gently over the fitted bodice, though her chest never rose or fell with a breath. A rope of rubies wound her throat like a scar. Her hair was thick and pale blond, clustered in delicate icy curls around her nape; her eyes were a luminous green that shone like a cat’s.
He was a small energetic-looking figure, a middle-aged man with hair graying suitably at the sideburns. His skin looked windburned, as if he had often been outside in rough weather. His eyes were a very, very light gray, his expression pleasant; despite his elegant, expensive looking clothes, it was easy to imagine him on the deck of a ship, peering keenly into the distance.
The eldest was a tall man dressed all in gray. His hair and skin were gray as well, his face bony and aquiline, with a strong, thin nose and a sharp chin. There were hard lines at the corners of his eyes and dark hollows under hischeekbones. His eyes were rimmed with red.
Beside him stood the youngest of the group, a boy probably no more than a year older than Jem or Will. He was handsome in an angular sort of way, with sharp but regular features, tousled brown hair, and a watchful expression.
She whirled and saw that a tall man had appeared just behind her, as soundlessly as if he had drifted there like smoke. He wore an elaborate brocade jacket, like something out of the previous century, with a riot of white lace at his collar and cuffs. Below the long jacket Tessa glimpsed knee breeches, and high buckled shoes. His hair was like rough black silk, so dark it had a bluish sheen to it; his skin was brown, the cast of his features like Jem’s.
All the quotes are from "Clockwork Angel", Cassandra Clare's first book of the Infernal Devices trilogy.
Tom Sturridge is Will Herondale
Eiji Wentz is Jem Carstairs
Mila Kunis is Tessa Gray
Elisabeth Harnois is Jessamine Lovelace
Carey Mullighan is Charlotte Branwell
Seth Green is Henry Branwell
Astrid Berges-Frisbey is Sophie
Tom Welling is Thomas
Mark Strong is Alexei De Quincey
Xavier Samuel is Nate Gray
Naomi Watts is Camille Belcourt
Sean Penn is Axel Mortmain
Viggo Mortensen is Benedict Lightwood
Keegan Allen is Gabriel Lightwood
Adam Lambert is Magnus Bane
There was a boy standing in front of her. He couldn’t have been much older than she was - seventeen or possibly eighteen. He was dressed in what looked like workman’s clothes - a frayed black jacket, trousers, and tough-looking boots. […] He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Tangled black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth, and long, thick lashes. Even the curve of his throat was perfect. He looked like every fictional hero she’d ever conjured up in her head. Although she’d never imagined one of them cursing at her while shaking his bleeding hand in an accusing fashion.
The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight - paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed. He was bareheaded, which drew the eye immediately to his hair. It was an odd bright silver color, like an untarnished shilling. His eyes were the same silver, and his fine-boned face was angular, the slight curve of his eyes the only clue to his heritage.
Tessa had always been perfectly content with her own smooth brown hair and steady gray eyes. Jane Eyre had had brown hair, and plenty of other heroines besides. And it wasn’t so bad being tall, either - taller than most of the boys her own age, it was true, but Aunt Harriet had always said that as long as a tall woman carried herself well, she would forever look regal.
She was almost ridiculously pretty, what one of Tessa’s novels would have called an English rose - all silvery fair hair, soft brown eyes, and creamy complexion. She wore a very bright blue dress, and rings on almost every one of her fingers. If she had the same black skin markings that Will and Charlotte did, they weren’t visible.
Beside him stood a very small woman, almost child-size, with thick brown hair knotted at the nape of her neck, and a neat, clever little face with bright, dark eyes like a bird’s. She wasn’t pretty exactly, but there was a calm, kindly look on her face that made the ache of panic in Tessa’s stomach ease slightly, though she couldn’t have said exactly why.
A man was standing in the dining room’s arched doorway - a familiar-looking tall man, with a shock of ginger hair and hazel eyes. He wore a torn tweed Norfolk jacket over a shockingly bright striped waistcoat; his trousers were covered in what looked peculiarly like coal dust. But none of that was what had made Charlotte scream; it was the fact that his left arm appeared to be on fire.
Sophie raised her head and her full face became visible. She ought to have been very pretty-her eyes were a luminous dark hazel, her skin smooth, her lips soft and delicately shaped - but a thick, silvery ridged scar slashed from the left corner of her mouth to her temple, pulling her face sideways and distorting her features into a twisted mask.
A solid-looking young man with dark brown hair sat at a high table, polishing a set of short daggers. He grinned when they came in. […] He had a sweet, pleasant, open sort of face, and a lot of curling hair. His shirt was open at the neck, showing a strong throat. Despite his obvious youth, he was extremely tall and muscular, the width of his arms straining against his sleeves.
He smiled. The smile showed teeth. His skin had the bluish paleness of hardened ice. His hair was nearly white and hung arrow-straight to his shoulders, just brushing the collar of his elegant dark coat. His waistcoat was gray silk, figured with a pattern of twisting silver symbols. He looked like a Russian prince out of a book.
Nate, with his fair good looks, was the one in the family generally agreed to have inherited her mother’s beauty. […] His blond hair was pasted to his skull with blood and sweat. But none of that mattered; Tessa would have known him anyway, anywhere. She knew now why his cry of pain had sounded so familiar to her. It was Nathaniel.
The woman who sat in the tallest of the chairs was slender and stately. A hat was tipped forward on her head, balancing a massive black plume at its top. Her dress was of rich red velvet, her icy white skin swelling gently over the fitted bodice, though her chest never rose or fell with a breath. A rope of rubies wound her throat like a scar. Her hair was thick and pale blond, clustered in delicate icy curls around her nape; her eyes were a luminous green that shone like a cat’s.
He was a small energetic-looking figure, a middle-aged man with hair graying suitably at the sideburns. His skin looked windburned, as if he had often been outside in rough weather. His eyes were a very, very light gray, his expression pleasant; despite his elegant, expensive looking clothes, it was easy to imagine him on the deck of a ship, peering keenly into the distance.
The eldest was a tall man dressed all in gray. His hair and skin were gray as well, his face bony and aquiline, with a strong, thin nose and a sharp chin. There were hard lines at the corners of his eyes and dark hollows under hischeekbones. His eyes were rimmed with red.
Beside him stood the youngest of the group, a boy probably no more than a year older than Jem or Will. He was handsome in an angular sort of way, with sharp but regular features, tousled brown hair, and a watchful expression.
She whirled and saw that a tall man had appeared just behind her, as soundlessly as if he had drifted there like smoke. He wore an elaborate brocade jacket, like something out of the previous century, with a riot of white lace at his collar and cuffs. Below the long jacket Tessa glimpsed knee breeches, and high buckled shoes. His hair was like rough black silk, so dark it had a bluish sheen to it; his skin was brown, the cast of his features like Jem’s.
All the quotes are from "Clockwork Angel", Cassandra Clare's first book of the Infernal Devices trilogy.
Tom Sturridge is Will Herondale
Eiji Wentz is Jem Carstairs
Mila Kunis is Tessa Gray
Elisabeth Harnois is Jessamine Lovelace
Carey Mullighan is Charlotte Branwell
Seth Green is Henry Branwell
Astrid Berges-Frisbey is Sophie
Tom Welling is Thomas
Mark Strong is Alexei De Quincey
Xavier Samuel is Nate Gray
Naomi Watts is Camille Belcourt
Sean Penn is Axel Mortmain
Viggo Mortensen is Benedict Lightwood
Keegan Allen is Gabriel Lightwood
Adam Lambert is Magnus Bane