My Book Boyfriend #15: Will Herondale from the Clockwork Angel & the Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare

A weekly meme, hosted by The Unread Reader, in which we swoon over boys in books!

This week's book boyfriend is

William Herondale

"Will"

from the Infernal Devices

by Cassandra Clare

Facts about Will:

• A Shadowhunter
• Can be rude when he wants to be
• Vain and overconfident
• Is actually very caring and self-sacrificing
• Best friends with his Parabatai, Jem Carstairs (who happened to be My Book Boyfriend #12)

Favorite Lines / Scenes:

From Clockwork Angel

“You want me to apologize, do you?” Will said. “For what happened in the attic?”
Tessa, caught off guard, blinked. “The attic?”
“You want me to say I’m sorry that I kissed you.”
At the words, the memory rose up again in Tessa with an unexpected clarity—Will’s fingers in her hair, the touch of his hand on her glove, his mouth on hers. She felt herself flush and hoped furiously that it wouldn’t be visible in the dimness. “What—no. No!”
“So you don’t want me to be sorry,” Will said.

From Clockwork Prince

“I pulled them out of the fire myself. I read them all. Every word you wrote. You and I, Tess, we’re alike. We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feelingwith you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wantedyou. The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.”

From Clockwork Prince

“I’ve made a mess of things,” he said. “Haven’t I?”
“Dreadfully, I’m afraid,” said Tessa, trying not to notice the warmth of his hand over hers. Even in the darkness of the carriage, his eyes were luminously blue. What was it Jem had said, though, about beauty? Beauty is harsh. Would people forgive Will the things he did if he were ugly? And did it help him, in the end, to be forgiven? Though, she could not help but feel he did the things he did not because he loved himself too much but because he hated himself. And she did not know why.
He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.”
“That is not the way to get them, Will,” she said softly. “You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.”
His hand tightened over hers.
The carriage door opened. Tessa drew back from Will hastily. It was Jem, his face like thunder; he spared a cursory glance at Will, threw himself into a seat, and reached up to rap on the roof. “Cyril, drive home,” he called, and after a moment the carriage lurched forward into the night. Jem reached out and drew the curtains across the windows. In the dimness Tessa slipped the handkerchief into her sleeve. It was still damp with Will’s blood.

From Clockwork Prince

He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. “I have wanted to do this,” he said, “every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you. But you know that. You must know. Don’t you?”
She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.