Give me the cuties

[hufflefluffhouse]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

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Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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you're already doing a really great job!

[creatio]

Afraid I'm going to step on your toes? Don't worry, I'm wearing an agility rune. My feet breaking days are over.

[ She smirks as she tips her head up to see him better, charmed and amused by his reluctance. Clary doesn't take it personally. This is Jace, he finds it difficult to let go at the best of times, and a party like this is not the best of times. In fact, she's surprised to see him. But then Isabelle must have used the same tricks on them both, winding them all around her little finger like she's in the habit of doing. Clary would have words, but it means she gets to be close to him like this, unhurried and uncaring about anything else in the whole wide world.

She winds her arms around his neck in response to the hand at her hip, fingertips trailing at the nape of his neck. It's not a slow song, but they move almost to their own beat. The world around him is a soft blur, and one Clary couldn't currently care less about. The whole place could be on fire and she wouldn't notice, instead she watches hair fall into his eyes as he dips closer to her. ]

She didn't tell me you'd be here. [ But it's good, she's glad. She can feel his heat for how close he is, the strange thrumming energy that courses under his skin. She lifts one hand from his neck to instead drag her fingertips along the neon paint at his collarbone, pulling them away when it smears and paints her fingers. There's laughter in her gaze when she brings it back to his. ] It suits you.

[obdurates]

[ Training; years of dedication and practice, those skills (in most circumstances) leave Jace acutely tuned into his surrounding. all that’s required is her presence, her touch, and it’s forgotten. people fade away; even though music takes on a dull hum in the background, holding no sway over their movements, the languid dance they’ve locked into despite it all. His lips pull towards a lopsided smirk; his gaze remains on Clary, watching shadows play across her face ]

Not exactly afraid, no. Artists tend to be graceful. [ An intimacy exists in his words regardless of subject matter; soft and low, as if they could only ever be meant for her ] There’s a few runes I still need to show you later. [ Innuendo? The knowing glint in his mismatched eyes hint at exactly that.

[ Experience isn’t an area Jace lacks in; everything up to her though has been casual, his defense mechanisms, doubts about his own self worth, keeping others at bay. It’s telling, how he exhales when her fingertips glide over his clavicle, smearing the body paint ] Izzy’s idea, again. I’m thinking this was her plan from the start.

[ lifting his own hand, two fingers are run through the neon paint, and the distance between them closes. ] Clary. [ carefully, deliberately, he traces a symbol on the expanse of her skin, fingertips feather light in their touch, boldly drawing it above the plunge of her cleavage, just to the left...near her heart ] That one...is opportunity.