one night. that was all it took for kiara chase and clary fray to jump ship from thier mundane lives to a world much more strange, wonderful and terrifying. together they unravel their unique linage as they fight to keep their loved ones and the wor...
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"Meow"
"Hey Iz, I hate the fact that I keep burrowing your clothes but I'm kind of short on everything, including my own home."
Kiara said hurriedly as she walked into Isabelle's bedroom, her mouth hung open when she saw Clary. Clary flushed pink; clearly she didn't feel comfortable with the new style of wardrobe. The younger girl wore a short, V-necked, curvy black dress. Kiara envied Clary for having a flat chest; Kiara could never wear that without a bra.
"Someone's looking badass; I didn't know you had it in you."
Clary tried pulling the hem of the dress down while surveying the mirror. Someone attacked Kiara from the back and she fell, face first into a pile of party clothes and her ear narrowly missed a seraph blade poking out of the mess. Of course it was Isabelle.
"Okay, my room, my rules and first of all... Clary you look stunning, fidget with the dress one more time. You'll have no fingers to fidget it, with"
"Jeez, calm down Izzy." Clary stopped playing with the dress anyhow, before scowling. "It's too short." "It's not short. Its fine," Isabelle said, toeing around under the bed. She kicked out a pair of boots. "Here, you can wear these with it. They'll make you look taller." "Right, because I'm flat-chested and a midget." Clary tugged the hem of the dress down, one more time when Isabelle had her back turned rummaging her closet. "If it's this short on me, how short must it be on you?" she mused aloud to Isabelle. Kiara grinned and stifled a laugh; Clary gave her big sister a maddened look.
"On one of us, it's a shirt." Clary flopped down on the bed, frowning and pulled the boots on. "Come on sis, it's not all bad, think of it as an advantage. Let the rest of us think you're small, harmless and fragile but you're actually a ticking bomb."
"You," Isabelle called out to Kiara and held up two outfits; a tight lagoon blue dress, similar to Clary's, only feathery and an obsidian black sequin crop top with underwire cups, paired with curvy black shorts.
"Definitely, not that dress. Got some boots to add?" Isabelle grinned and scrounged for a pair of boots and turned back to Clary, picking up where she left off. "I mean, eventually, you're going to be one of the best Shadowhunters around so... let your enemies underestimate you. I do it all the time, works like a charm... because it is." Clary smiled.
"Really?"
"Really." Kiara assured. Isabelle came back and tossed Kiara the clothes and a pair of knee high boots and fishnet stockings. "You realize, one of these days you're gonna have to tell me where and when." Kiara directed at Isabelle, as she went inside the Lightwood girl's bathroom. "Where and when, what?"'
"Where you get your spending money and... when are you letting me go to a store?" Kiara knocked something over, near the sink, she picked it up and it turned out to be a bottle of blue hair-dye. She returned it to a small basket full of them; Red, blonde, purple, grey and a hideous shade of pink. They all looked like they've been there for a while but unused. "Iz, explain the hair dye." Isabelle poked her head into the bathroom; if she were any other girl, Kiara as pretty sure Isabelle could have squealed, in delight.
