"There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then."
"...but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life."
"It's just one night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can one night matter?"
~ Jace Lightwood, City of Glass, Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare
'She laced her fingers through his. "Good night," she whispered, and her hand clasped in Jace's as if they were children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark'
I've tried more than once to capture this scene and simple couldn't be done in one picture so it's three-ish. And an experiment in tones...kind of. I'm not used to colouring people in blue or any sort of mood lighting so hopefully I did okay here.
No serious shading cause they're not serious lines. Clary and Jace's close ups were hard because I didn't want them both to look really happy because this particularly scene is so much more complicated than that. Hopefully if you've read it you understand and it shows, if you haven't I hope I've managed to convey depth and inspire you to read it, if not with the drawing then with the snippets.