[ Clary knows very few people in the city, none of which would use that handle, nor would any of them send her a text like that out of the blue. Although it feels like the middle of a conversation whoever "andrews" is—
She actually looks past the message and to the picture then, surprised to see a rather intimately familiar face attached. Well. Still pretty sure that message wasn't intended for her. ]
Is this how you start all of your conversations with people?
1/2? lmao clary's just like thanks bye and skips away
(seriously? he has one sexy wyd? convo and that gets blown up? at least, after finding her profile picture, he knows she's not exactly unknown to him. it's not something he's sure he wants anyone privy to because it's new and he's figuring out what it means to him, for him first. maybe she won't ask? )
You are too kind to me, my darling. You awaken things within me that I thought long dead and gone. You make me feel fresh and new and alive like I haven't before.
( 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.
[ Clary's well aware of the network issues by now so she's about 99.99% sure this isn't actually meant for her, but it still feels better to play it off with a joke than ask him who it's really for. (Were he not from her past she'd assume Alec, but she doesn't know if they've reached the same point here as they did back home.)
Honestly, it'd probably be safer to just ignore it, but she doesn't want him thinking he's being blown off by the intended recipient, either. ]
[ 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.
I kinda figured. No worries, though; I won't tell anyone.
[ (Is she secretly thrilled that he used his nickname for her, despite the limited time — from his point of view — that they've known one another again? Absolutely.) ]
I hope whoever that was meant for gets it, though. It's a really nice sentiment.
[ It just seems natural, the kind of thing that he should say. He has nicknames for a good number of people. Why not call her something as well? He watched her grow up, year by year, even if he wasn't ever a part of her life. ]
Except what Dominants get up to in their free time.
[ Which doesn't bode terribly well for them, should they have a repeat performance. (It's a thought that crossed her mind, even before "is it worse if i want you to fuck me?" which is now her curiosity's primary focus. ]
I'm Clary. And also sorry about the whole... lack of control that day. Not that I didn't enjoy myself, it was just really out of character.
I guess that's what people meant when they warned me about food and drink here.
( 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?
[ "I'm okay with not talking about it too much," he says and then drops a bomb like that on her. But it's fine, she'll just need a minute to process and fight the urge to ask 500 million questions. ]
You got married? Do they even recognize that here?
[ 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. ]
They recognize permanent contracts more than marriage, but she was a Submissive and I was her Dominant, so they didn't fight it. I doubt it meant anything to them, other than silly foreigners with strange reasoning for a party.
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