Herondale

“He remembered something about darkness, about pressure and weighted blankets and silence. Though he had no idea how he was going to get hold of any of those things up on top of a building.

"Tell me," Kit said. Tell me what you need.

"Put your arms around me," said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. "Hold on to me."

He was still rocking. After a moment, Kit put his arms around Ty, not knowing what else to do.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him.
He thought, how beautiful.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Ty was near Kit, as he almost always was, like a magnet clicking into place.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Ty reached out and brushed Kit’s hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture that sent a shot of something through Kit, a feeling like he’d touched a live electrical fence.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness