Shadowhunter Songfics

Wildest Dreams (Wessa)

Tessa was driving around the town on the way to the grocery when Taylor Swift started playing on her ipod. She turned the volume up and allowed herself to be consumed by the synths and the heartbeats on the song.

As the song plays, she remembered one time when Will took her out of town once, to their family home in Yorkshire after his duties as a leader. He had started growing gray hair back then, mainly because of the stress and because of his age. For a man in his early thirties, he has quite a number of streaks, but not enough to outshine the darkness of his inky hair. They'd be spending their week there, and a part of her wondered why the Clave allowed him to take a break for that long, but she was happy nevertheless. Her family had rushed the packing, which resulted in wrinkled clothes and scattered tools, which made their bags look as if something exploded from the inside out. She recalled carrying little Lucy on her arm, young James on the other hand had his arm looped around his father. The porters behind them are struggling with their bags. For her it was a perfect day, even if dark clouds rolled around the London skies, even if the noisy train station had smelled of sweat and dust and piss.

She remembered the night they arrived, when Will finally put the kids to sleep. Their bags are outside their rooms, and the sheets smelled of dust but they still spent a heated, passionate night, even if dust puffed around the room as they made love, even if their eyes felt heavier with every moan and pant, even if the bed creaks under their weight combined using tangled limbs and locked lips. It was a cold London night, but they gave warmth to each other by holding each other bare, a thick dusty blanket all over them, even if there are enough logs inside the room to tend the fireplace and make it last all night. They didn't complained about the dust nor the coldness; they were the only things that mattered that night.

Tessa yelped and hit her brake just in time before the traffic light turns red. She blushed furiously and pressed her thighs together. She bit her lip as she watched the traffic light intently.

She throttled as soon as the traffic light went green. Completely lost in her thoughts she dived back to her memories even if she didn't want to. She knows where these throwbacks take her -- and she can't afford to break down in public. Not that anybody would care, but she didn't like to be seen as weak. She dived too deep; it was too late to recover, and the song is not helping matters.

She remembered waking up later that night, draped all over Will, her arms on his chest, her hands on the side of his neck. Will stirred slightly, and caressed her side, then stopped. She indulged herself with his features that night. She touched his cheek lightly, then ran her hand up to his hair, raking it as she stared at his lovely face. A lone streak of gray hair fell on his forehead. She twisted it around her fingers and tucked it back under his dark hair -- and gulped.

She then remembered that she had to cast Glamour over her whenever they're in public. Even the Council throws them looks whenever they're together not because of their public display of affection, but because it seems like Will is married to a woman young enough to be his youngest sister. Yes, they can see through the illusion, but it reassures Tessa that they were normal - on the public eye, at least.

Will was still young, but time is slowly taking his youth away from him. She on the other hand stopped aging before she turned 20, not even losing her figure even after she gave birth to two healthy babies. Any mundane woman would be envious of her, but Tessa envied them more. Will didn't mind getting older, but it's eating her up slowly. She knew back then that it was too early to think about it, but she can't help herself. Even then, she was too afraid of losing Will. So much that she stayed awake all night, waiting on the main hall every time Will is out on a mission.

She woke Will up with her faint sobs, her arctic eyes gazing down at her. "Are you hurt?" He murmured. Tessa shook her head. Will's hand went to her back and patted her and hushed to comfort her. "Your hair's starting to become gray." She pointed out. He smirked. "So?" He said. "It does not make me ugly, does it?"

Tessa giggled. "No, it does not." She said. "It's just that..." she can't bring herself to say it out loud. Will frowned at her.

"You know," Will said, "Every time you sleep, I always see you in hindsight." Tessa leaned on her elbow, clearly more interested than ever. "I see the woman who threw a porcelain jug at me. I see the woman who shot a vampire under someone else's skin as if he were nothing. I see the woman who broke my heart once - only to marry her eventually. Up until now, I could still see her under the beautiful fires of heaven, which once consumed her, and I never felt so scared on my life when I held her in my arms, clothes tattered, body singing so warm it made me sweat on a cold night."

Will made her speechless, as expected. Her tears stopped flowing, and she is gaping at him, which brought a smile on his lips. She caressed the side of her face, ran his hand through her hair, and cupped her chin. "I can always see the woman I love, even if she changes her shape, even if she has a thick Glamour over her. I always see her not because she is physically suspended against time itself, but because she left enough marks on me and provided enough scent in order for me to recognize her."

"Will." She gulped. She always loved how he makes her feel giddy with his words.

"I will always see you as yourself, Tess." He muttered. "I will always remember your deeds and your acts and your pale cheeks that turn to rosy ones when I kiss you and your red lips which becomes redder as I kiss them -- even if time has gotten the best of me."

"Oh, Will." She cried and kissed him passionately. "I could say that I would see you the same." She learned from his words that night. He's still Will, even if his hair turns gray, his face marred with wrinkles and worry lines. She learned to keep that in mind as years passed by.

The day after, they spent the whole day having a picnic. As the sun started to set, Will held her under his arms from her back and watched it set, their wine glasses on their hands. The sun made her look glorious - or so Will said, upon seeing her in a yellow dress that complemented her skin and her hair.

Before she realized it, she was already crying inside her car, her head leaning on her arm rested against the wheel. She got out of her car and did her best to wipe her tears away. She could tell that her eyes looked puffy, but she didn't cared, even if a fair haired guard with, to her shock, eyes as blue as Will's looked at her out of sympathy. She stiffly grabbed a shopping cart, and wandered aimlessly around the store.

She can still see him especially in her wildest dreams. She can't help but wonder if Will sees her back on the afterlife. But if he does, Tessa hoped he is seeing her right now, all sad because of the past even if she has her future with Jem.