#neharah

Camille had indeed heard of the bodyswap, smirking amusedly while drinking blood from a wineglass.

                                                                                                        loved by ,,                                                                                                                             clary && kc

“’Come counsel kids, Clary it’ll be fun’ you say,” She pauses, the appearance of exhaustion, yet amusement lingered on her like an aroma, “I’m really wanting to chew you out, yes it’s fun, but you didn’t tell me they’d be so...so...defiant.” She laughed at the experience she’s had in the past days, “I had one stick a Popsicle stick up its nose trying to act like a walrus.”

@neharah liked.  (  let the river in, radical face.  ) 

       ‘ I’m not here for you, I’m here to be a guest speaker. So don’t look at me like you just saw a ghost. ‘

         “It was mentioned that you -- consumed nephilim blood, to survive,” Raphael said, somewhat stiltedly. He’d come to check on Simon -- without admitted his true purpose, of course. Admitting any care for the fledgling after his betrayal would only show his weakness, and Raphael was far too canny for such slips. “You should be aware that the angelic properties of their blood renders it -- highly addictive, to our people.” After dealing with cleansing Isabelle’s blood from his system, Raphael couldn’t help but want to offer the fledgling the advice. It was a suffering he wouldn’t wish on anyone. 

     a grin appears on lips as she takes one last look in the mirror at her bathing suit. it was a one piece that HUGGED her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and lithe hips. ❝ hey, simon! ❞ she calls out for him & when he pops in, only amusement appears on her expression. ❝what do you think about this?❞ she knows she LOOKS good, but it was one thing to hear it from her nerdy boyfriend. hips sashay as she moves torwards him, a DEVIOUS glint in her eyes since she’ll be PROPOSING something. ❝do you want to go skinny dipping?❞

jace joked softly, raising his head at the sound of giggles fading in the distance, and then steps growing closer. clary had apparently gone the opposite way, while simon was strolling through the institute, looking for something it seemed. as he looked at him, images blurred in his mind. clary twirling on his arms just now, looking happier than jace had seen her in a very long time. simon and him fighting valentine and the circle together to keep clary from activating the sword. simon’s fangs through his skin. he glanced away.