Re: clary house: adrian/destiny
[She didn't have any make up on. Or, if she did, it was slept in and smudge-memory. She didn't exactly look like the same girl that had met him at the Jack party, but she wasn't exactly worn down to the edge of gray either. She was smiley, but it was false... she wasn't bright. Her wide eyes might have been more fear than excitement, but at a certain point it all became the same thing anyway.
No tea, her smile faltered. She tried to reignite it, and began dragging the bags of ice away from the kitchen - no need for a tea detour, after all! - and toward the bathroom over near her bedroom.] It is for the bathtub. [The closer they got, he'd be able to tell that the water was already running in the bathroom. Destiny paused in dragging the ice, considering Adrian for a moment that's silence made it seem much longer than it actually was.] How strong are you?