I was feeling mreepy, so Cassandra Jean drew me some fanart. It’s rather sad, but I was needing catharsis — I know I’ve talked about catharsis on this blog before, about why there is a pleasure in books that make us weep. Why a good cry is called a good cry.
Anyway, CJ has a great talent for capturing emotion in the line of a hand, or the curve of a drawn smile. I have that admiration for her art that you have for something you could never ever do yourself. And she’s good at making me cry. :)
This isn’t a scene I plan to write, or even could write. It doesn’t take place in the pages of a book. It concerns things I don’t even pretend I know about (the existence of God?) It’s a piece of fantasy involving the mortal characters of The Infernal Devices. It could be a dream of Jem’s. It could be a dream of Will’s. I’d like to think it’s a shared dream.
It’s under the cut because 1) spoilers 2) FEELS.
You have been warned.