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Clary watches Simon drinking blood like it was the sweetest thing, his eyes would roll back, and he would moan if he had been really starving, he looked blissed out.
he doesn’t like her looking, says it was beastly and he didn’t want to disgust her, but she couldn’t help being curious.
One time, while he was drinking in deep, quick gulps; she wipes the red drippling down his chin, and sucks that same finger into her mouth.
Simon looks puzzled.
“You make it look like it tastes good”, clary grimaces.
He shakes his head at her, “stick to milkshakes”.
