Author's note: Hello again, everyone! I realize it's been a (relatively) long time since I've updated this, and I'm very sorry about that. It's been a hectic week so far! But anyway, thanks to PryingLittlePandora for reviewing! And thanks go out to everyone else who has reviewed, of course :D
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own TID. Wish I did, though!
Feud
Gideon Lightwood frowned at Henry and Charlotte Branwell from across the crowded ballroom. He could not for the life of him figure out why his father despised them so. They did not appear to be terrible people. Charlotte seemed to be doing an excellent job of commanding the Institute, and Henry—well, Henry was Henry. Gideon could not think of any better way to describe the man. But even with Henry's oddities, there was absolutely no obvious reason to hate the married couple. His father's loathing toward them made no sense.
Now his brother's feud with William Herondale, on the other hand…
That was completely understandable.
Fingers
Tessa stared at his fingers where they rested on her waist. She couldn't help it, really, they were just so perfect. Long and slender and talented—oh so talented!
She knew they were strong enough to easily inflict pain if he so chose, she knew they were rough and accustomed to hard work, and yet they had never been anything but gentle with her.
"What are you thinking about?" he mumbled sleepily.
Tessa started; she hadn't realized he was awake. "Nothing," she murmured and rested her head back down on his shoulder.
Her dreams were filled with gentle fingers that night, just as her nights were now filled with gentle fingers before she dreamt.
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