[ Clary had, in fact, purposefully waited for some slower music to ask him out on the dancefloor, but she'd also been waiting to see if his mood picked up on its own. Considering they're a couple of hours into the night and he seems worse instead of better, however, she figures it's time. Thankfully he comes out with her willingly, even pulls her close in a way that tempers the idea that it was something between them causing his mood.
Wrapping her free arm around him, hand curled over his shoulder, she lets her eyes fall shut and soaks in the moment. Although his mood is concerning, has her stomach twisted into worried knots, she still finds herself impossibly happy to be in Bellamy's arms like this. It's almost enough to chase all of her own worries away. All except the ones relating to him.
She squeezes his fingers briefly before shifting her hand beneath his, letting her palm press against his chest, sandwiched between it and his palm. ]
CONTINUATION — masquerade! paper faces on parade!
[ Clary had, in fact, purposefully waited for some slower music to ask him out on the dancefloor, but she'd also been waiting to see if his mood picked up on its own. Considering they're a couple of hours into the night and he seems worse instead of better, however, she figures it's time. Thankfully he comes out with her willingly, even pulls her close in a way that tempers the idea that it was something between them causing his mood.
Wrapping her free arm around him, hand curled over his shoulder, she lets her eyes fall shut and soaks in the moment. Although his mood is concerning, has her stomach twisted into worried knots, she still finds herself impossibly happy to be in Bellamy's arms like this. It's almost enough to chase all of her own worries away. All except the ones relating to him.
She squeezes his fingers briefly before shifting her hand beneath his, letting her palm press against his chest, sandwiched between it and his palm. ]
I don't know. Why aren't they?