clarissagooding:
Clary was out taking photos, something she had been a little too preoccupied to do lately. She heard footsteps behind her and without turning she said, “Don’t even try scaring me, I don’t scare.” She snapped a photo before letting her camera hang from her neck. She turned toward the other. “Can I help you?”
“I would never dream of it, Clary,” Everett replied, raising his hands innocently, “Do I need a reason to come speak to my sister?”












