[ She found warmer clothing in a thrift store once they'd left the apartment, and even though they're still looking, she doesn't really feel like keeping up the search. Outside the world is a mess of white and she hovers in the door as Jace comes out, loops a scarf around his neck before he can protest. ]
Even Shadowhunters can catch colds. [ Clary's well bundled up in her gloves and coat and woolly hat, green knit sitting on her red hair. She takes his hand with a bright smile, pulls him out, the snow crunching underneath her shoes. ]
[ The ambush is sneaky, and he makes a face as he watches the assault take place upon himself, but he doesn't remove it even if it does look as if he's tempted to object. ]
Can they? [ He's got a smug look on his face, as if he knows something she doesn't, but he is, of course, teasing her. He would mock her for being so overly covered up, but green goes well with her hair, and she's cute like this, a thought he would never have thought he could have about anyone once upon a time.
Letting her tug him along. ] I've packed up tight balls of the stuff and thrown them at people, but that's about as close as it's got.
Well, even if they can't you have to keep the hat on. [ Leaning into his side with her head on his shoulder. ] Because you might and I don't want you getting sick.
[ She leads him down the streets to where she knows the park should be covered in inches of snow. It's cold out but she doesn't really feel it as wrapped up as she is. And she thinks they need this, they need something nice and sweet to take away the bad taste of the last curse. ]
Is there some kind of law that I missed requiring hats? [ He releases her hand, but only so he can slide his arm around her back, both protectively and possessively. ] I'd take my chances, but a red nose isn't a good look on anyone.
[ He's not really paying as much attention to where they are or where they going as he should be, but he figures it out eventually. ]
[ She grins as she moves off to the middle of the field and sinks to her knees, letting the wet soak into her jeans because she doesn't care. She just starts packing the snow up, trying to get enough that she can start rolling. ]
[ He follows, lagging behind, and he watches with a smile plastered on his face as she eagerly digs in before he actually drops down beside her and joins in, starting on a ball for the head and purposefully taking his time so he doesn't finish before her. She's worth being wet and cold for. ]
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Even Shadowhunters can catch colds. [ Clary's well bundled up in her gloves and coat and woolly hat, green knit sitting on her red hair. She takes his hand with a bright smile, pulls him out, the snow crunching underneath her shoes. ]
Have you ever made a snowman before?
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Can they? [ He's got a smug look on his face, as if he knows something she doesn't, but he is, of course, teasing her. He would mock her for being so overly covered up, but green goes well with her hair, and she's cute like this, a thought he would never have thought he could have about anyone once upon a time.
Letting her tug him along. ] I've packed up tight balls of the stuff and thrown them at people, but that's about as close as it's got.
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[ She leads him down the streets to where she knows the park should be covered in inches of snow. It's cold out but she doesn't really feel it as wrapped up as she is. And she thinks they need this, they need something nice and sweet to take away the bad taste of the last curse. ]
That's okay, you can help me build mine.
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[ He's not really paying as much attention to where they are or where they going as he should be, but he figures it out eventually. ]
I've had worse offers.
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[ But it's so thick and fluffy and she really wants to play in it, build a snowman or make a snow angel and hang out with Jace as much as she can. ]
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[ He's not as opposed as he's making out, though, and even the cold can't make him turn around and leave her to it. ]
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[ Wait. ] Um, I didn't mean it like that.
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It might be a little cold right now, but maybe when the snow's melted.
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There are places without snow.
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Boys with too much sarcasm don't get to kiss me any longer, I've decided.
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So, snowmen?
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What about snowhunters? I'm not letting this opportunity to pass to build a snow version of you.
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[ She grins, stops at the park. ]
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[ He leans against the trunk of the nearest tree, looks at what they've got to work with. ] That's a lot of white.
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I'm not even going to ask, Lightwood. Now come on, snow. [ Bouncing out a little. ]
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[ Following her, he scoops up a hefty amount, packs it together to make a hard ball, and throws it against a tree with a fair amount of force. ]
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[ She grins at him, perfectly happy to watch him. ] That's not the point of snow and you know it.
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[ It seems like the best thing to do with it to him. But he promises snowmen. ] Oh, fine, all right, come on. Where are we lining them up?
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[ She grins as she moves off to the middle of the field and sinks to her knees, letting the wet soak into her jeans because she doesn't care. She just starts packing the snow up, trying to get enough that she can start rolling. ]
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[ He follows, lagging behind, and he watches with a smile plastered on his face as she eagerly digs in before he actually drops down beside her and joins in, starting on a ball for the head and purposefully taking his time so he doesn't finish before her. She's worth being wet and cold for. ]