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Parabatai At Their Best (and their worse)

Crying while rereading my “Parabatai shit” post I realised that (even thought I think all I worte is true) I might have been a little bit rough. I love Matthew and James so much (both as a duo and individually) and this won’t be my last post about them being nice and super cute parabatai, at all, it’ll take me ages before shutting the fuck up about this book, so here you are, my favorite parts of them:

“Matthew,” said James. “Matthew, I know you’re under there. Come out, or I swear on the Angel I will pith you like a frog.”

I was laughing so loud my dad started yelling at me (it was around midnight) (I woke my three-months-old neighbour) (sorry not sorry)

Jem’s violin had pride of place—a Stradivarius carved of mellow wood, it rested in an open case atop a high table. James had seen his father come into this room just to touch the violin sometimes, a faraway look in his eyes. He wondered if he would do the same with Matthew’s belongings if one day, he lost his parabatai. He pushed the thought away. Matthew was like food, sleep, breathing; doing without him would not be possible.

I know Cassie told us, even recenlty that the family tree already lied to us and that we should not trust it, but we all know Matthew will have some twisted end, most probably in the last book, and James WILL eventually do without him and the thought alone hurts like a mothertrucker.

“Jamie,” he whispered. “I’m sorry to have to do this.” He swallowed. “You are cursed. A child of demons. It is why you can see the shadow realm. You are seeing the place you belong.”

James jerked back, staring at Matthew. Matthew, who smelled of brandy and familiarity. Matthew, who could be cruel but never to James. James’s vision began to slide into grayness. Matthew went white. “James,” he said. “I didn’t mean it—”

Okay, but Matthew realising he might have stepped too far this time? I swear this whole scene was an up and down of crying and laughing like crazy, and heart attacks too.

“No stealing the books and bringing them back to the Devil Tavern,” said Matthew. “It would not be the first time your book kleptomania has gotten us in trouble.” James held his hands up innocently.

BITCH I’M JAMES I STEAL BOOKS FROM MY GRAMMA ALL THE TIME AND MY MOTHER GETS THE SCOLDING

Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, as if in pain. “Oh, Jamie,” he sighed. “What if I said there is no shadow?” “I would not believe you,” said James. “I know what I feel in my own heart.” “James,” said Matthew. “You’re starting to slide off the bridge.” “Good.” James closed his eyes. “Maybe I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” Matthew leaped down, just in time to catch James as he slumped backward off the wall.

When James woke in the morning, he was lying in his own bed. In a velvet wing-backed chair nearby Matthew was dozing, his cheek propped on his hand. Matthew always looked quite different when he was asleep.

BUT GUYS DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS? MATTHEW NEVER SLEEPS THE SAME AND OH GOSH THE SOFTNESS OF THIS BOY OVERWHELMS ME

“Magnus would never create a bridge that would collapse,” said Matthew. His green eyes were shining, and James felt a rush of affection for his parabatai; Matthew had always loved magic.

Same Jamie, same. I’m like this:

Matthew’s voice shook. “We have to go back to the Silent City. We have to get you to Jem—”

“It won’t work,” he said softly. “No one can follow me into the shadows, Math. Not even you.” Matthew walked swiftly toward the archway, even as James called out to him in sharp alarm.

I don’t know if I’d be able to have such a strong connection with someone. Anyone for what concerns me. It’d be an honor to have it, but the pain, the suffering. I’m not a strong person and being tied to someone like this… Maybe I’d die with worry.

Matthew gasped. His hand flew to his chest: he pressed there, hard, as if a knife had gone into his heart and he was trying to stop the bleeding. His face was utterly white. “He’s dying,” he said, his voice cracking. “I can feel it.”

And this? Feeling them dying? Fcuk no

Matthew sat beside him, wearing a velvet jacket and matching trousers. James had wavered in and out of consciousness for the first two days after his visit to Belial’s realm. Sometimes he dreamed of the demon world and woke up yelling, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. His knives might not have been beside him, but Matthew always was.

“He’s burning the house down, isn’t he?” said Cordelia. “Bloody Herondales,” said Matthew, with a sort of epic despair.

No need to comment

“It coincidentally burned down while you were in it?” grumbled Matthew. “If I could explain—” “You cannot.” Matthew shook his head, scattering ash. “I am completely out of patience. The bank of patience is exhausted! I am not even being extended any patience on credit! You and I and Cordelia are going home, and once home, I will berate you at enormous length. Prepare yourself.” James hid a smile. “I shall do exactly that.”

This gave me such strong Alec/Jace vibes I jumped from my bed and was like:

AND FOR THIS FINAL, LAST BUT NOT LEAST, BEST QUOTE ABOUT OUR BABY BOYS NOW GROWN UPS

Will was grinning like a boy. “Wait until I tell Jem—”

This is so pure and soft I’m-