💬 from @angelsbled // clary fray.
patient eyes narrowed on clary, gaze once again lowering to the duffel bag she'd just stashed underneath a chest of drawers in her room. trying, he thought, and failing, to do so inconspicuously. clary stepped right in front of him, her tiny body blocking his approach, shielding the bag from him. he huffed, and tried to sidestep her, but she stepped right along with him. “clary,” he groaned, with what could only be described as a pout forming on his thin lips.
he tipped his head slightly, raising his eyebrows at her. “you know i see that, right?” he asked her, and when she only bit her lip at him, he sighed deeply, still trying to read her face. “what’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here?”
she didn’t answer him. and he expected he wouldn’t get an answer, even if she did look fit to burst from wanting to tell him. stefan expected it had something to do with izzy, and immediately, he started to smile. clary, sensing victory, matched his smile.
“this better not to be to do with my birthday.” he muttered, as she laughed, giving him a tight hug and tugging him by the arm, leading him away.