W a y f i n d e r s ;
I originally made only ventus, but decided to draw all three after some thought!
Aqua is dedicated to aquakh, I hope they feel better ; o ; they’re all transparent, too!!
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TMI Appreciation Week | Day 5: favorite relationship » Clary Fray and Jace Herondale
“ […] And when I die and they burn my body and I become ashes that mix with the air, and part of the ground and the trees and the stars, everyone who breathes that air or sees the flowers that grow out of the ground or looks up at the stars will remember you and love you, because I love you that much.”
Jack & Elsa
He is flying low over the mountains when he notices the rippling waters of the Fjord freeze over. He is tempted into wondering whether his presence has something to do with this odd occurrence until he sees a lone figure running across the water. Disbelief and astonishment cause his jaw to drop open slightly as the footprints left behind on the shimmering waves leave patches of frozen water that branch out until the entire landscape is coated in silvery blue ice.
He drops lower, allowing the wind to carry him towards the running figure, but still chooses to keep his distance, feeling his hanging over them would be too much of an intrusion.
He soon manages to distinguish the figure of a young woman, perhaps not much older than a girl. The glint of gold is nestled in her silvery blonde hair, and it is only when he allows himself to lower his altitude that he realises that she is wearing a symbol of royalty. Immediate questions spring to the forefront of his mind, but he keeps himself in check, watching as she finally pauses to remove the single glove over her right hand and let it fly away on the breeze.
Her features are alight with happiness and the bliss of some heavy burden being lifted from her shoulders. Swirls of ice and snowflakes materalise in her palms, and she throws out curling waves of snow before she breaks into a run, eventually halting to create the first structure of a glittering staircase that ascends higher and higher into the sky.
Words and thoughts have abandoned him entirely as he watches her sweep her hand upwards, and a gown of sparkling ice rises up over her slender figure. A trail of twinkling snowflakes settle behind her as a cloak of glistening ice manifests to complete the perfect image of a snow queen who strides out confidently, throwing out her hands to greet the rising dawn.
Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards.
For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.
Even I didn’t jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
if I fall and hurt myself
would you know how to fix me?
Until next time, your majesty