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Tessa looked at Jem in shock, "You cannot be serious," she said in awe, "You cannot truly believe that my-our Will could be-" she stopped, unable to say the word, "And, anyways, Magnus is a warlock! Easily he could have used a spell to forge Will's hand! I am a warlock myself, I should know!" she cried on the verge of hysterics. Jem opened his mouth slightly in thought, a pained look in his eyes.
"Tessa," he said after sometime, "Tessa do you think that, possibly, you may be hesitant to believe this because-"
"So, she is finally awake," Magnus said nonchalantly, cutting Jem off as he entered the room, as though he had not just delivered life changing news to the both of them only hours before. Tessa looked up at the sparkly man with an icy gaze that could have frozen over the Ice Queen herself.
"I am," she said coldly, "I don't suppose you now plan on telling me another heart breaking lie?" Magnus looked down shamefully. Tessa didn't quite understand why she was acting so cruel to Magnus; she knew that this news should have been thrilling her, but instead it only made her sadder. Sadder because of the eighty years she had spent without Will, knowing-believing he would never be coming back. The pain was too much; it was easier if she just believed this was all fake.
"You have to believe me Tessa," Magnus whimpered, clearly injured by his old friend's cold comments, "Believe me when I say I am sorry!" Tessa took a deep breath in, clenching her teeth together tightly.
"We spent nearly eighty years together travelling the world! You could not have just happened to slip this news in?" Tessa nearly screamed.
"I-" Magnus began.
"By the Angel Tessa! You are not the only one who is affected by this news! You act as though this will not drastically change my life as well! Raziel, I know that the moment you see him again I will be completely discarded!" Jem exclaimed suddenly, catching both warlocks completely off guard as he stormed angrily out of the room.
1879
Her wedding gown cascaded around her in waterfalls of glittering gold. Tessa stared at her sparkling figure in the full-length mirror that hung from the wall with a smile.
"Don't you look lovely!" cried Charlotte, appearing in the room without notice. Tessa turned around to see the recently pregnant woman dressed in a modest lavender and pink dress, her newborn son Charlie being cradled in her arms gingerly. Tessa grinned.
"Thank you," she said as the older woman seated herself at the edge of the bed. The two were silent awhile, the only sound coming from the faint noises Charlie was making in attempt to catch his mother's attentions.
"Are you ready?" Charlotte asked after a few eerie moments. Tessa bit her lip sheepishly before nodding.
"I think so," she said modestly; in reality she could not have been surer of anything in the world. Will Herondale was hers, and she was his, and soon nothing would be able to separate them. Charlotte smiled, pushing one of Charlie's pudgy fingers away from her face gently.
"Yes," Charlotte beamed, almost dreamily, "Indeed," her voice grew serious, "Then we had better be off, the last thing we need is for you to be late to your own wedding with me escorting you. There are still those who doubt that I can be the Consul, think of what they would say if I made us late!" the mousy woman rambled on. Tessa bit her lip to keep from laughing.
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Tessa hadn't realized she was holding her breath; she let out a deep puff of air. She stood nervously just outside of the doors of the chapel, Henry sitting casually in his new wheeled chair beside her. Both Will and herself could think of anyone who was more suited to walk her down the aisle.
"It's time to go," Henry said, causing Tessa to tense completely. Why was she so nervous? She nodded, and took his hand as the large chapel doors opened wide to welcome them.
The first thing she noticed was him; her Will. He was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his raven hair curled to perfection. He was dressed head to toe in black, intricate gold runes decorating his apparel flawlessly. When he saw her he beamed, his pearly teeth poking out of his mouth. It was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.
When they finally reached the altar, Henry squeezed her hand soothingly before rolling away to the stands. Then it was just the two of them.
"Here we go," Will said with mock annoyance, tsk-ing his tongue. Although the boy appeared to be completely nonchalant in the position of the groom, Tessa could detect a similar nervousness to her own in his eyes.
"Mr. Herondale, are you implying that marrying me causes you some distress?" she whispered, seeing as the Silent Brother had already began to speak. Will's eyes sparkled.
"Of course not," he said in reply, "Well," he gave her a thoughtful look, "I am going to have to share my books now. You're going to dog-ear all of them."
"We already share books," Tessa rolled her eyes.
"Not all of them," Will laughed with a wink. Tessa's mouth dropped open slightly at the thought that one, Will had a private collection of books, and two, he hadn't shared with her. Tessa was still pondering on this thought when she heard Will speak.
"I do," he said, catching her by surprise.
"And you, Miss Theresa Starkweather," the Silent Brother mumbled in all of their minds, "Do you take Mr. William Owen Herondale to be your wedded husband?" Owen? Since when had his middle name been Owen? There was no time to dwell on such silly things, she scolded herself.
"I do," she said firmly, her seriousness forcing Will to chuckle good heartedly. The Silent Brother nodded in the corner of Tessa's eye, a strange and undetectable emotion tainting the gesture. Was it, sadness? No, Silent Brothers did not feel like humans.
"Then I must pronounce you both husband and wife," the Silent Brother said, "You may now kiss the bride." Will wasted no time in this action, stooping forward suddenly, and kissing his new wife full on the lips; the crowds of Shadowhunters in the room, (whom Tessa had only just noticed,) all cheered. Tessa's eyes widened at how intimate the kiss was in such a public place; but, nonetheless, she returned the kiss. She tilted her head up slightly, as to allow him more access to her lips.
After a few more moments, Will broke the kiss, much to Tessa;s dismay; without a word, he cause the girl to shriek by picking her up bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him peck her lips with another swift kiss as he began to dismount the altar. Their eyes met blue to gray. This is my future, Tessa thought, as Will smiled at her, obviously thinking something along the same lines.
"My dear, Mrs. Herondale-" Will said as they exited the chapel. Tessa cut him short, bringing one of her long fingers to his lips.
"Don't speak just yet, let me relish in the moment a bit longer," she simpered. Will laughed, and the two shared another fierce and passionate kiss, before departing for the carriage that was waiting to take them to their wedding breakfast. If the two had bothered to look back for just a moment, they would have heard the Silent Brother's eerie whisper as they left.
"Congratulations brother," he said softly, sorrow tinting his words, "I wish you both happiness."
Tessa didn't know what to say; a part of her wanted to go after him and tell him that it wasn't so, that she would love and stay with him regardless. However, another, much more reasonable part of her, knew that the moment she saw Will again she would rush instantly into his arms, ignorant to anyone's feelings or thoughts. Even Jem's. Tessa turned to Magnus, who still looked as ill-fated as a kicked puppy.
"I want to see him," Tessa said, to which the other warlock only nodded grimly.
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