[A smile touches Clary's lips, her green eyes alight with fire as if they had manged to capture the warmth from the sun. She moved her first picture so that she'd be able to place it carefully in her sketchbook without wrinkling or damaging the edges. As she moved she paused, looking from Bucky to the picture.]
Do you want to see it?
[She doesn't usually show off her work but she is curious about what he might think between the two drawings. One perfectly mimicking him while the other shows something more. Clary doesn't know exactly what she's going for but when she looks at the drawing she feels safe, as if the penciled sword in his hand could protect them all.]
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[A smile touches Clary's lips, her green eyes alight with fire as if they had manged to capture the warmth from the sun. She moved her first picture so that she'd be able to place it carefully in her sketchbook without wrinkling or damaging the edges. As she moved she paused, looking from Bucky to the picture.]
Do you want to see it?
[She doesn't usually show off her work but she is curious about what he might think between the two drawings. One perfectly mimicking him while the other shows something more. Clary doesn't know exactly what she's going for but when she looks at the drawing she feels safe, as if the penciled sword in his hand could protect them all.]