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“I hate this!!!” If she could move, Clary would have slid down on the sofa but she just had to break her leg and now she’s stuck on this stupid couch watching stupid reruns of stupid shows.
Izzy shoots her a sympathetic smile as she walks in, holding two plates of sandwiches, “I know you do babe but doc said you had to keep the weight off your leg for as much as possible.”
She hands a plate to her girlfriend before plopping down next to her, hand coming to play with her hair as the redhead groans louder.
“He didn’t say how bored I’d be!!!”
“Well, we can hate-watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians to take your mind off of your injury.”
Clary hums, “I’d like that,”
They’re 3 episodes in when the boredom starts creeping back and Clary sighs, “It’s not working,”
Izzy chuckles, “So what do you want to do?”
Clary wiggles her eyebrows, “Well…”
“You need to go to horny jail.”
Clary sighs, “No what I need is to get this stupid cast off,”
“Never mind that, what do you want to do?”
Kendall and Khloe’s screaming match fills the silence as the two of them try to find a way to alleviate their boredom. Izzy snaps her fingers, “I got it,” She turns to her girlfriend, “Where do you keep your markers?”
Clary eyes her girlfriend warily, all too aware of that glint in Izzy’s eyes, “Why do you want to know?” Izzy flaps her hand, and Clary is momentarily reminded of Simon before Izzy’s excited chatter brings her back, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out. And you will. Soon.”
“Uhh ok, it’s on the top shelf in the black cupboard in my art room.”
Before she can say anything else, Izzy’s already out of the room, sneakers thudding against the hardwood floors and Clary listens to her run up the stairs. A few minutes and a crash later, Izzy returns, hands filled with markers, a wide grin on her face as she sets herself on the floor in front of the sofa.
“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m going to draw on your cast. Nothing big obviously because you’re the artist in this relationship but I can draw heart and smiley faces without fucking up so hearts and smiley faces it is.”
She leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to Clary’s lips before pulling back and picking up a yellow marker.
Minutes later, Clary’s previously plain cast is now decorated with smiley faces and hearts in the colors of the rainbow. She watches in amusement as Izzy puts all her focus into colouring a purple heart on her ankle.
She finishes off her process with one final orange smiley face and flops down on the sofa, “That was exhausting and I have a renewed sense of respect for the time you take to finish your paintings.” She looks at the cast in pride, admiring her work.
Clary giggles and plants a kiss on her cheek, “Well, you certainly distracted me. It looks great babe. I love it.”
Izzy’s answering smile is blinding.