my lady, the tiger

Reversed roles for Herongraystairs? As in, Tessa being the cursed one, Jem being the warlock and Will being the sick one, or any other combination

I think that would be interesting but ultimately really hard to pull off. 

Both Tessa and Jem’s solution to the curse would be to withdraw. Will’s weird decision to be among people and just be mean to them so they don’t like him is bizarre and ultimately a function of his inability to live alone or without love.  The other two are not as selfish. 

I love Will and don’t mean to imply that he is cruel when I call him selfish but he’s one of those people who seems to believe that he can control the universe just by wanting things enough. His approach to this kind of stuff is weird. 

Tessa would likely go live in the woods. 

Jem would probably go all lone wolf and try and help people without getting involved. 

Oh 

No wait, that’s a cool idea. 

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Have you tried hitting it repeatedly

“Have you tried hitting it repeatedly?” the girl asked.

Will looked up from the ereader already glaring. He had been fussing with it, fighting with the buttons and nothing was making the screen unfreeze. The girl sat at the next table over, facing him. She had her foot up on the chair across from her. Heavy black boots, a pair of shorts that showed off a pair of legs that distracted Will’s gaze. She raised her eyebrows at him and he realized he had been leering. He hadn’t mean to leer but the remains of her shirt slipped off her shoulder and her dark brown hair was twisted back from her face in a messy bun. Between the dilapidated jacket and the blue streaks in her hair and the entire ensemble left him star struck for a moment. She did not belong in a place like this.

“No,” he said.

“I’ve heard that’s quite effective,” she said.

“I am not going to smash my kindle,” he said.

“Not smash, hit, they’re very different. Here,” she said and she held out a hand. She leaned out across the tables between them and against his better judgement Will got up and sat down across from her and put the device in her hand. She smirked at him. Beneath the eyeliner and the leather, she was younger than he had thought, even younger than he was.

She tapped at his little device, doing things he couldn’t see and watching him over it with eyes that might have been blue and might have been gray and were full of mischief. She handed it back a moment later. He realized he had been watching her face and she hadn’t broken eye contact.

“Are you a student here?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “Are you?”

“No,” he admitted.

“So we’re both trespassers then,” she said.

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