SHADOWHUNTERS| CLARY FAIRCHILD; part two
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IMAGINE: Clary painting a picture of you.
It had been a week after your passing and the redhead was still grieving. She hadn't left her room in six days and had only eaten three meals in that time period. She missed you so fucking much and everytime she closed her eyes, your face would appear in the darkness, the dimples on your cheeks and laugh lines around your mouth bringing her back to a time when you two were happy together. And one sleepless night, she'd found her way of coping with the huge loss; painting. So she painted. Painted your face and your body, the way your nose would scrunch up when you laughed and the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke of something you were passionate about. She painted this masterpiece, her masterpiece that consisted of everything that you were all on one blank canvas.
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OHANA. ( multifandom gif imagines )
Fanfiction❛ ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten ❜ ( multifandom gif imagines ) ( completed ) ( credit goes to @poseybility...
