RANDOM CRAP: (AND MORE!!!)

I am AMAZING so I Present You...

THE EFFING BLOOD AND HOLY WATER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You will probably see me in this scene as Tessa in the movie if the is one, just a heads-up :)

Credits to Cassandra Clare author of the book Clockwork Angel.

And it begins (omg I'm so excited):

......... "Will Herondale needs to learn to take his medicine like a man," Tessa added, and pushed open the door to the attic, Sophie looking after her with an expression that clearly said she thought Tessa had gone out of her head.
Beyond the door was a narrow flight of stairs going up. She held the pail in front of her as she went; it slopped water into the bodice of her dress, raising goose bumps on her skin. By the time she had reached the top of the stairs, she was damp and breathless.
There was no door at the head of the stairs; they ended abruptly at the attic, a huge room whose roof was to steeply gabled that it gave the impression of being low-ceilinged. Rafters just above Tessa's head ran the length of the room, and there were very low square windows set at intervals in the walls, through which Tessa could see the grey dawn light. The floor was bare polished boards. There was no furniture at all, and no light beyond the pale illumination that came from the windows. A set of even narrower stairs led to a closed trapdoor in the ceiling.
In the center of the room lay Will, barefoot, flat on his back on the floor. A number of pails surrounded him-and the floor around him, Tessa saw as she approached, was soaked with water. Water ran in rivulets down the boards and pooled in the uneven hollows of the floor. Some of the water was tinged reddish, as if it had been mixed with blood.
Will had an arm lying around his face, hiding his eyes. He was not lying still, but moving restlessly, as if he were in some pain. As Tessa neared him, he said something in a low voice, something that sounded that sounded like a name. Cecily, Tessa thought. Yes, it sounded very much like he had said the name Cecily.
"Will?" she said. "Who are you talking to?"
"Back, are you, Sophie?" Will replied without raising his head. "I told you if you brought me another one of those infernal pails, I'd-"
"It's not Sophie," Tessa said. "It's me. Tessa."

"Oh," Will said. "Hullo, Tessa."
"Will," she breathed, clutching her bosom. "What's with you?"
"I'm bloody contaminated," he said woefully, his shirt taught against his muscular chest. His collar bones were so incredibly sharp that Tessa thought she could cut cheese with them. She had a sudden, unwanted impulse to touch them, but she knew that would make her bleed all over his lovely oatmeal shirt. His lovely tight oatmeal shirt.
Tessa sighed. Such a terrible waste of collarbones.
"How are you contaminated, then?" she asked him.
He looked up at her with his lustrous blue eyes that shone in the sunlight coming through the moonlit windows. "Yr wyf yn did fampir, mae'n edrych fel hwyaden, iawn?"
Tessa looked at him blankly, but said nothing, because his voice was so damn sexay she could hardly breath. She just looked at him.
"Will, why are you so nonchalant?" She demanded.
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked, black hair curling attractively over his fine (though long) nose.
"You never laugh, not smile, and I simply wonder, why?"
He looked at her. "Come here."
She scooted over. "So?"
"It's mea culpa, mea maxima culpa," he said. "I don't expect a muggle like you to understand."
Tessa was hurt. "But Will..."
He looked at her with a sexy, tortured expression. "Tess." He said in a pained voice. He took her hand and started to stoke it. "Fuzzy," he noted. "Like a bleeding duck."
He was ever so sexy, stroking her hand like that, Tessa thought. So much so that she couldn't breathe.
He looked at her with his big, watery, long-lashed blue eyes. "Tessa. You're incredible. When I look at you, I can't breathe."
So he felt the same way as she. She looked up at him in wonder.
Will put his hand up to her face. "I feel short of breath right now. Tessa, help me, paint an easy breathing rune on my mouth."
She looked at him breathlessly. "How?"
And then he shoved his lips onto hers.
He tasted of blood, and water, and things. She wanted to drown herself in him, so she did. She grabbed his hair and kissed him back.
Then all of a sudden, he shoved her away and gasped for breath. "What the bloody hell?" he exclaimed.
She looked at him in wonder. "Em..."
"Please. Tess. Leave."
So she did.
As she lay in bed that night, she realized that was her first kiss, and it tasted like bloody vampires and sarcastic Welsh boys that hated ducks.
Not what she'd anticipated at all.

So basically that was the actual book until the gap in which I decided to write it myself.

The Welsh you can Google translate as I did.

Toodles!