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lekawi · 10 months
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Baby Carstairs, babier Carstairs, babiest Carstairs
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tys-kitty · 1 year
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Cordelia at a ball standing near to Charles
Cordelia: Gosh, I just have the best brother-in-law! He really loves my brother and doesn‘t want to keep their relationship a secret!
James *supporting his wife*: And he‘s also so much more handsome!
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neeksxoxo · 1 year
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Carstairs watching Emma and Julian: Cordelia: oh my gosh. it's so bad Alastair: she's so composed though i would not be at that level of composure Cordelia: oh nevermind she turned the corner and is having a breakdown and is now viciously swinging her fists through the air Alastair: ah, that makes more sense.
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dayscrazed · 1 year
Conversation
Chain of Thorns, page 178:
Alastair: "Your devotion to your family is admirable. I'm sure it is unrelated to your having just run off to Paris with your husband's parabatai.
Cordelia: "I had my reasons Alastair."
Alastair: "I'm sure you did. I wish you'd tell me what they were. Are you in love with Matthew?"
Cordelia: "I don't know."
Alastair: "Are you in love with James, then?"
Cordelia: "Well, we are married."
Alastair: "That's not really an answer. I don't really like James, but on the other hand, I also don't like Matthew very much. So you see, I am torn."
Cordelia: "Well, this must be very difficult for you. I cannot imagine how you will find it within yourself to go on."
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sweetbookreader · 1 year
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CHAIN OF THORNS BIG SPOILER
DON'T READ IF YOU DIDN'T FINISH THE BOOK
WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHRISTOPHER DIED WHAT WAS THE REASON IT WAS SO UNNECESSARY WHY
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grace-lightwoodd · 2 years
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Morbid revelations
For @alastair-appreciation-month day 3: angst
Warnings: discussions of suicide. Please take care of yourself and do not read if this is a sensitive topic for you.
Notes: this is several days late but here we are
Cordelia knew that Alastair got lonely whenever Thomas wasn’t there. So she always made a point to visit him, with her husband’s support and promise to not let the children set their house on fire while she was gone.
They were sitting together in the parlor, letting the fire warm them as the rain tapped against the windows. Cordelia had asked after a book that she had lent to Alastair a number of months ago. He had laughed and made a snarky comment saying that if she really wanted it back, she could go in his study and search for it herself.
She had.
It had taken her quite a while to find it in the messy state of her brother’s study, but she found it. She picked it up triumphantly, absentmindedly flipping through the pages before something else drew her attention, pulling her gaze towards a hastily folded piece of paper that had been hidden underneath the book.
Against her better judgement, she picked it up, unfolding it and looking it over quickly. Cordelia was just about to put it back, knowing she shouldn’t have been snooping in Alastair’s things, but the sight of her own name printed in her brother’s messy scrawl (messy? Alastair’s handwriting was never messy.) was enough to pique her curiosity. After a moment of contemplation, She began to read:
Cordelia,
Once, long ago, there was a time where I believed myself strong enough to overcome the desperate pleas for a more permanent relief that have been drilled into my head since the academy. There was a time where I thought that I could have become something other than a blight upon the Carstairs family tree, a burden on the lives of both you and our mother.
That time has long since passed, and I now see myself for what I truly am: unwanted, unneeded, and all around unnecessary. As a result of these revelations, I have come to what I think to be the best possible conclusion: removing myself from your life and from the world as a whole.
No, Cordelia thought, the final sentence of the section knocking the breath from her lungs and sending her reeling. For a moment—though it seemed like a lifetime— she was transported into an alternate reality, a life where she had to live without her brother, without the anchor that had gotten her through the desperation and pain she had endured in her life.
It was more than she could handle.
A small, self-preserving part of her wanted to stop reading, to put this cursed letter down and forget that it even existed, but she had questions, and she knew that she could not lay these thoughts to rest until they were answered. So she pressed on.
Do not think that the repercussions of my choices are lost on me. Do not think that I believe myself to be completely unlovable, because I don’t. In fact, it would be easier if I was.
You, Cordelia, are the one person in my miserable existence that has loved me blindly throughout it all. If no one else mourns me, I know you will. I suppose that’s why my heart is loath to say goodbye while my mind is eager for relief. It’s all a bit tragic, really, isn’t it?
Please, Layla, forget me. Forget who you thought I was, because that man was merely a figment of your own imagination. If you knew who I really was, what I’ve done, you would not cry for me. You would spit on my burning pyre.
It is only in a selfish desire to keep the love of just one person that I do not tell you. If you wish to know so that it may ease your pain, ask James Herondale. Ask Matthew Fairchild, ask Thomas or Christopher Lightwood. They know the monster that I am, and I am sure they would not hesitate to help you see that, too.
I hope that someday you will be able to see the reasoning that has led me to this conclusion. But until then, I offer you these parting words: We are all of us alone, in the end.
With great regret,
Alastair
Tears were flowing freely from Cordelia’s eyes, and she could barely see the closing words of the letter. Before she could fully process what she was doing, she left Alastair’s study, racing back to the parlor. She clutched the paper in her hands as she stood in the doorway, staring blankly back at her brother, not bothering to wipe away the falling tears.
“Cordelia, what is it? What’s wrong?”
She said nothing as she stepped forward, holding the letter out for him to see. He took it from her, scanning it quickly before his gaze returned to her, his dark eyes filled with pity. “Oh, Layla,” he whispered, standing from his seat to wrap his arms around her.
She welcomed the gesture as she felt her walls crumble, leaving her to cry into her brother’s shoulder as she clung desperately to him.
He let her cry, whispering soothing words in her ear as he head her. Eventually, her tears subsided, and she pulled away from him, her eyes burning. “Is it… is it true?” She asked.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sighed. “I should have burned that letter long ago, before you ever saw it. But yes, it’s true. I… I wrote that letter when I was in a very dark place. I was probably… eighteen? Nineteen? Oh, it hardly matters now. It was a very long time ago, Cordelia, and I don’t feel that way anymore.”
“You are a good man,” she whispered. “I hope you know that.”
“I do now,” Alastair said. “And Layla, I know that because of you.”
She offered him a half-hearted smile in response, but still, she could not look at him without her thoughts drifting to the terrible things he had written in the letter.
She could have lost him. She could have lost him, and she didn’t even know it until years after. What kind of sister was she, to have failed to see her brother’s pain?
Her entire life, Alastair had made an effort to shield Cordelia from the harsh realities of the world. He had taken that pain for himself so that she would not have had to. Over that, he almost put an end to his own life.
And no matter how hard Cordelia tried to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault, that she was a child who hadn’t known any better, a part of her still sought to take the blame.
Look what you’ve done, that part of her said. Look at the pain you have caused him. You. You are the reason this happened. Without you, he never would have thought these things.
And immediately, Cordelia could feel the regret seep into her bloodstream. This was his past, his memories, his pain. How dare she make this about herself?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have looked through your things.”
“No,” he said. “I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry that… that it came out like this.”
The conversation shifted into a lighter subject, but the weight of such a morbid revelation weighed down on Cordelia’s shoulders, and she could not push it far from her mind. She had almost lost her brother.
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vickchan2 · 2 years
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Cassandra find another trope for God's sake
The whole "I am in love with my best friend boyfriend or girlfriend" drama only worked out with Herongraystairs bc it's Herongraystairs 😣😣
But since it was so successful, Cassandra thinks she can try the same cake recipe EVERY book
Cassandra needs a longtime reader of her books to give a critical review of her plotlines 😑
I am so sad for Matthew, this is a missed chance of development for him
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rinadragomir · 2 months
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Hey I've made a thing!
I've spent 3 days on it so please be kind and pretend to smile for me🥺
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*Spoiler warning for Chain of Thorns*
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This moment in the book absolutely SENT me 😂
Cordelia and Alastair are from The Last Hours series by @cassandraclare​​ 😊❤️
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spacehero-23 · 1 year
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look at the sneak peek of the illumicrate dust jackets for the last hours!
they look so pretty!✨
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aratilightwood · 1 year
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lekawi · 11 months
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Home full of smiles
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tys-kitty · 1 year
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Alastair and Cordelia having an emergency meeting where they talk about the fact that Cordelia is about to be the middle child, what the name of their sibling should be and what they are going to buy their mother as a present after giving birth
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neeksxoxo · 1 year
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sona trying hard not to break down when she's finally with her kids because she panicked so hard in idris, even when she knew they were probably gonna do something, because she had already lost her husband and she didn't want her kids, her love and joy of life, to be lost too (especially before zachary).
anyways
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dayscrazed · 1 year
Conversation
Chain of Thorns, page 179:
Alastair: "Look, you need not discuss your feelings about James, Matthew, or whatever other harem of men you may have acquired, with me. I merely want to know if you're all right."
Cordelia: "No, you want to know if either of them has done something awful to me, so you can chase them around, shouting."
Alastair: "I could want both."
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sweetbookreader · 1 year
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Horace Dearborn 🤝🏼 Maurice Bridgestock
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