[you almost got impregnated by a what, says kavinsky's facial expression, as he eyes her with something... similar to fatherly disapproval. clary what is your life, even.
but the next moment, his gaunt cheeks fold up around a silent laugh.]
You're getting condoms and a prosthetic preggo belly for Christmas, [he informs her. then he leans over, vampire-quick, to blow a raspberry of a kiss on her red hair.
a beat.]
Enjoy it, [he says, gruffly, glancing away. and because he's better than he was before, he doesn't add: while it lasts.]
mild powerpose, lmk if not ok
but the next moment, his gaunt cheeks fold up around a silent laugh.]
You're getting condoms and a prosthetic preggo belly for Christmas, [he informs her. then he leans over, vampire-quick, to blow a raspberry of a kiss on her red hair.
a beat.]
Enjoy it, [he says, gruffly, glancing away. and because he's better than he was before, he doesn't add: while it lasts.]