⠀⠀⠀ 𝘯𝘶-𝘶𝘩, ma’am. no one would dare contest, not even herself. so rest assured —— and let her love the girl who’s the living embodiment of her 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 existence and 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. (wouldn’t it be so bad? forever is too short to measure the amount of love she has.)

⠀ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 . . . if it is, she’d still win—! raizel, she has learnt from the 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, though she takes any (valid) excuse. a breathy chortle escapes her, fingers catching the lapels of clary’s jacket as she takes a step closer, eyes shining before pressing their lips together.

she has missed @aureIianichor so very terribly. by the angels —— she has even started doodling right on the paperwork she’s working all day on! but 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩, she can’t get the visage quite 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ˖ ✵ 𓂃

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𓏲 ⁀ ♡⃫ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𓏲 ⁀ ♡⃫ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ྃ ⠀⋆ 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, @aureIianichor? ⠀⠀⠀

the haze of deep concentration breaks at the quiet reverence, a comfort of familiar warmth encapsulating her that she needs not turn to know who’s behind her. lips curve, letting a hushed exhale. “hello, my sun.”

her head cants sideways to melt against the affectionate brush, fingers reaching down to lace them between clary’s own as her eyelashes flutter shut, sighing. “how can it be a good day if you’re not by my side?”

her wife (real).

well, bless her eyes. how is clary becoming even more beautiful —— it leaves her breathless.

is it really considered charming if she’s proclaiming the truth? plus, smitten isn’t quite good enough for her. she’s a tad greedy lately.