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I mean, I HAD to draw it 😌 This was the first scene I read in the book that I just KNEW I had to make into a comic 😂
Thomas, Alastair, Christopher, and Charles are from The Last Hours series by @cassandraclare 😊❤️
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astriefer · 1 year
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I can't believe Thomas kicks himself for thinking of twittering birds and Persian princes when Alastair is right there reciting damn poetry while they're making out
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jaxlightstairs · 8 months
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Hello. Could you stop whatever you're doing to reread these *iconic* letters?
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You're welcome!
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spacehero-23 · 1 year
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Alastair was reciting persian poetry between the kisses...
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Ey pesar nik ze hadd mibebari kār-e jamāl / Bā čonin hosn ze to sabr konam? ///
O boy, you carry the business of beauty beyond all limits / With such beauty you expect me to bide my time?
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dayscrazed · 1 year
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Chain of Thorns, page 181:
Cordelia: "Thomas helped you? Thomas Lightwood?"
Alastair: "Oh, look, we're here!" *jumps out of moving carriage*
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tys-kitty · 7 months
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Thomas: Alastair, can you help me? All my clothes keep disappearing for some reason
Alastair *Wearing a sweater that‘s 3 times bigger than his size*: That‘s spooky
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luciehercndale · 9 months
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Alastair confess his feelings for Thomas - Chain of Thorns, Chapter 32 "Whatever Gods May Be" Mr. Darcy confesses his feelings for Elizabeth - Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 34
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llinstarr · 1 year
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“We’re all of us alone in the end”
Alastair Esfandiyār Carstairs
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(I’m starting a tag list so lmk if you want me to add you!)
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and what if I said Clary and Emma’s friendship is healing what Charles and Alastair broke? What then?
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sailor-gossipgirl7 · 1 year
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Alec and Thomas Lightwood the love able idiots and Magus Bane and Alastair Carstairs the ones who fall in love with them. I think I have a type when it comes to my otps.😂
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abooklover · 1 year
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Thomas running out the house so fast that he forgot to put shoes on after receiving that letter from Alastair is just the kind of lovesick act that warms my heart, makes me laugh and shake my head affectionately.
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I finished Chain of Thorns over the weekend so my Shadowhunter Beans comics are BACK. Fanart is the only way I can recover after that :’(
These are characters from The Last Hours series by @cassandraclare :) <3
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laylax13s · 1 year
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Precious
chapter 2 : I Gotta Get Out Of Here
TW/CW: child @bus3, @lc0h0l @bus3, t0x!c relationship, emotional @buse
“Your hair is growin out again-” Elias said with floppy words, already slipping away mid-sentence, passing out. Alastair quickly grabbed his shirt and reached under his arm to stop him from falling to the ground.
They were behind a bar in Kensington, not so far from Cornwall Gardens. It was around midnight, taking Alastair two hours to find his father. A man passed by them, not even stopping for a minute to ask if everything is okay, Alastair glared at him. Not like he would let the stranger help though, since they had to hide it, keep it a secret from the world. It was not fair, he thought, but it was what it was.
He let go of Elias for a second to get a bucket of cold water from the bar. He then poured the water on the man, gathering all his self-control not to throw the bucket on him as well. He woke up all of a sudden, glaring at his son. They just glared at each other like that for a few seconds before Alastair said, “Stand up.”. Elias held his chin up high, still laying on the ground, unable to put his pride away even for a second. Alastair sighed and held his hand out for his father. The man seemed to be thinking about it for a second, but eventually let the boy help him up. The latter practically dragged him over the hidden alleys of Kensington so that no one would see them.
Once they arrived home, he helped Elias on to a couch, and left to the kitchen. There were some wine bottles there left, he didn’t know how Cordelia didn’t notice it.
When he finished, he checked once more if his father was sleeping, then went to his room. He didn’t rest though, he changed clothes and walked out into the cold night again.
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Once he was at the Fairchild manor, he checked his pocket watch, it was 01:23. Charles should be here in any minute now. Just with that thought, the red-haired man appeared at the door, looking around, then settling his eyes on Alastair. The latter’s heart skipped a beat at that, but then he reminded himself he is not here to stand and stare so he gave a huge jump over the fence and landed stably on the other side. He straightened up and walked over to the entrance. Charles opened the door for him, quickly closing it after them. The silence surrounding them was uncomfortable, simply being here was uncomfortable for Alastair, he hated it when he came over to Charles and not the other way around.
The mentioned led him into the drawing room, as always. As soon as they were inside and Alastair took his coat off, Charles grabbed his collar to drag him closer and kissed him. Alastair opened his mouth and brought his hands up to pull Charles even closer, deepening the kiss. The latter started towards the couch, dragging the other along. Alastair laid down on it, pulling Charles on top of him and starting to unbutton his waistcoat, still not breaking the kiss.
When they finally broke away, neither of them had any clothing on.
“I love you,” Alastair murmured. Charles did not reply, instead kissed him again.
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After a few hours (Charles didn’t even have to say it anymore), Alastair dressed up and left. It was still only 4 am, everyone still asleep, the moon high on the sky. After taking a deep breath, he was already on his way back to Cornwall Gardens.
When in his room, he finally could flop down on his bed and take a small rest. But even after about half an hour, sleep wouldn’t come to him. He groaned in frustration, and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He decided it was best to change clothes and get ready for the new day.
He chose to wear black trousers with a white shirt and wine-red waistcoat, it will match perfectly with his mahogany-red coat. That was when he heard a knock on his door, again. Who might be awake in these hours?
He walked to the door to open it, with a frown. To his not such big surprise, Risa stood in front of it.
“Did you get home safely?” the woman asked in Farsi. He nodded,
“Yes, thank you for asking.” he answered in the same language. Risa nodded too,
“Good; I made you Adasi. It’s waiting for you downstairs.” she said and turned around to leave. Risa woke up every morning to check if Alastair was alright, she knew about his nightly “adventures”.
After having breakfast, it was time for daily patrol. He got assigned to Anna Lightwood, great, he thought and rolled his eyes.
Anna was twenty minutes late, not even apologizing. Typical conceited rich white child, he thought, just like Matthew Fairchild. They started walking, though when he confronted her, “You are twenty minutes late.” the only thing she said was,
“Only fashionable, of course.” Annoying little twit-
“So how are you and Fairchild, the elder one?” she said, completely out of the blue. Alastair was startled, and immediately stopped walking.
“Pardon?” he asked, acting as if nothing happened. Anna gave him a smile of success (in what though?),
“Do you mean “Pardon” as if you want me to repeat my question, or “Pardon” as if you are too startled that I confronted you that you don’t know what else to say?” asked, even though they both knew the answer to that question. Alastair glared at her,
“I mean it as if you wouldn’t know the meaning of privacy.” he hissed sharply. Anna hummed, shrugging, and continuing the walk. Alastair sucked in a breath and followed her.
“Reasonable,” she said, “Then again, I do have something to do with it since the younger Fairchild brother, is my best friend, of course.” Enough was enough. He stopped again, this time talking in a way harder and stronger voice.
“You and your little “circus” have nothing to do with me and my life, so stay out of it!” he ordered. Now Anna realized it was best if she didn’t try to get gossip out of him, or even try with small talk.
The day went away slowly, and boringly (as most times), but it did go away. Once the sun wasn’t visible anymore, he nodded to Anna as a farewell, and started his way home. No demons today, either. London was a boring city, with boring people, who had either scandalous lives or no life at all. There were two categories: The first one being the one full of idiotic children who thought they knew everything about life and thought everything was so easy and that they were the main characters in a book, the other category were the more mature ones who decided to sell their soles to politics and live in secret. For example, Charles. He was a promising man, with a seemingly perfect life, the only problem was he had a fake bride and he was secretly gay and had a secret lover who was also a man. For another example, Matthew. He was a little brainless inept child, who thought he can solve all the problem in the world by drinking away his money and wasting his life for love and other drugs while giving away all the opportunity of becoming something by being open about his sexuality. And these were brothers, ironic, isn’t it?
He didn’t even realize but he got home somehow. When walking inside, the first thing to do was check on his sister. That was when he realized, Layla wasn’t home.
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worshipjeffery · 1 year
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I just love when women
Ya know?
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spacehero-23 · 1 year
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they're 100% together at this point in the book. 100%
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dayscrazed · 1 year
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Thomas: "I wish that you would stop telling me what the best thing for me is. You tell me over and over that there are all these reasons why you think my loving you would be bad for me."
Alastair: "I didn't say anything about love."
Thomas: "Well, I DID."
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