I had a few moments of great inspiration while I was reading Clockwork Princess, so the salvages of quick mid-action-scene scribbles in my notebooks are going to make up for a lot of the Infernal Device stories I'll probably end up posting. For now, I hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters portrayed below.

Poetry

He had rarely wanted to look at Will's face without wanting to hit it, but Cecily's face was endlessly fascinating. He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling that the poem wouldn't turn out that well, and Tatiana had rather frightened him off poetry as it was. Besides, there were things you couldn't put in poetry anyway, like the way that when a certain girl curved her mouth in a certain way, you wanted very much to lean forwards and-

-Gabriel Lightwood, p. 271, Clockwork Princess

Creatures as delicate as glass

Elegant ladies and

Calm, quiet things are what I'm supposed to love. But

In reality that could not be further from the truth, because the one that I

Love is like fire burning through rain. Dainty is not at all

You

If I am to fear the night

I would have to stop loving you

For your curls are as dark as the sky in sight

If I am to fear the night

I would have to stop comparing the bright

Light in your eyes with the ones of the stars.

If I am to fear the night

I would have to stop loving you

You say that where you come from- your cartref

The sky is endlessly, beautiful blue

You say that you only wish I could see

But in your eyes I see that very hue

You say that where you come from- your home

The soil mixes in pretty, dark, rich swirls

You say that you wish that I'd seen it,

But I only have to peak at your curls

You say that where you come from- your cartref

The people are good and joyous and true

You say that you only wish I could meet them

But darling I need only cherish you

You tell me that your land is beautiful

But I believe that you made it blissful

I was told long ago

That this world held plenty of things to know,

There were lessons to learn, things to find out,

Truths to discover, and knowledge to do without.

Now I have grown and learn

And I know that that feeds, and I know that that can burn

But I really need to know one thing for sure,

I was told long ago

I need to know if it's just me,

I need to know if I'm sinking into senility

When our eyes cross, there's really light in yours to spare,

When our hands touch, there really is something there?

I thing that it's called love or something crazy

I was told long ago

Sophie crumbled the latest spare sheet of paper she'd picked up in Gabriel's room after quickly reading its content.

She tossed it angrily in her bin, along with several other wads of used, ink tainted papers exactly like it.

"Oh for God's sake and all of ours, please let them reconcile whatever fight they're having soon.