( typical to her normal style, there's a photo first, allowing the recipient a few minutes to put a story to it themselves, before she kindly steps in to provide some insight. it's not entirely clear from the image alone, but there's a pair of black spandex shorts tugged down past that line of her hip, sweat still subtly sheen across her skin, and whether her sports bra remains in tact, well. that's for them to wonder. )
Those few minutes just after a run aren't anywhere near as appreciated as they should be.
[ There's no story that Clary's able to piece together in those few minutes except that this was most definitely not meant for her. Even that only comes into focus after about a full minute of her looking between the picture and the handle of the sender. Is it better or worse that it's coming from a friend of hers? (A friend who is undeniably beautiful.) She's honestly not sure, but she happily blames the warmth of her cheeks on the fact that she knows whose hip that is.
She's already typing a response by the time Izzy's text comes through, which just makes her pause briefly before continuing with what she was writing. ]
Uh, Iz? That definitely didn't go to who you meant to send it to. Just, you know. FYI.
( if anything, surely the runes give her away, a stark indicator of the woman waiting at the other end of that device. it's rare to catch her any bit reserved with things of this nature, but the moment that first message comes through, it's every bit clear that the message hadn't gone where she'd intended. a swift glance to the miniature picture beside the reply answers the question of just who had received it before it even presents itself.
well, it could have been worse. )
Clary! I guess I can't really pass it off as an outfit opinion without much of an outfit.
Is it weird that I'm grateful it at least went to you?
[ The runes did make it obvious, of course, but Clary still had to confirm it was Izzy sending it and not some asshole who took a picture of her, sharing it without her permission. ]
No. At least I don't think so. I'd definitely prefer to accidentally sext someone I know vs a complete stranger. And this way you can trust me when I say I won't share it with anyone else.
[ That isn't the same as deleting it, Clary... (Which she will, of course, but she's probably going to take another quick, curious peek before doing so.) ]
( she hasn't fallen victim to that just yet, but suggestion? she's found that in spades here. it's an innocent enough slip, raising yet another point as to why she doesn't send photos that are any more lewd than merely... well, still somewhat tasteful. )
I know you wouldn't. Especially in a city like this. This place seems to operate on making people uncomfortable. Whoever it is playing god above it all must have gotten bored for the night.
That feels like a pretty relative term, considering where we are. But yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay? I know you got the worse end of the deal as far as their stupid designations go.
[ Arguably, being a Dominant isn't all that much better, but at least she's not treated like some subhuman thing out in public. ]
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Those few minutes just after a run aren't anywhere near as appreciated as they should be.
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She's already typing a response by the time Izzy's text comes through, which just makes her pause briefly before continuing with what she was writing. ]
Uh, Iz?
That definitely didn't go to who you meant to send it to.
Just, you know. FYI.
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well, it could have been worse. )
Clary!
I guess I can't really pass it off as an outfit opinion without much of an outfit.
Is it weird that I'm grateful it at least went to you?
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No. At least I don't think so.
I'd definitely prefer to accidentally sext someone I know vs a complete stranger.
And this way you can trust me when I say I won't share it with anyone else.
[ That isn't the same as deleting it, Clary... (Which she will, of course, but she's probably going to take another quick, curious peek before doing so.) ]
when spice turns to softe
I know you wouldn't.
Especially in a city like this. This place seems to operate on making people uncomfortable.
Whoever it is playing god above it all must have gotten bored for the night.
Are you okay, Clary?
i like a combo myself, tbh
But yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?
I know you got the worse end of the deal as far as their stupid designations go.
[ Arguably, being a Dominant isn't all that much better, but at least she's not treated like some subhuman thing out in public. ]