Whipped - I. Lightwood

|Desolation|

She felt empty on the inside

Getting ready inside Isabelle's room was an entirely new situation in itself. The girl had a wardrobe that could match that of a supermodel. Each item of clothing showed some form of skin when assembled in an outfit. Evie was far beyond jealous, never having owned as much nice clothing in her life, probably all together. If she was staying at the institute permanently she was looking forward to the shopping trip she would have to go on.

Clary currently wore a dress that Isabelle had chosen out for the elder Fray, as Isabelle had admitted to having no faith in the girls own capability to chose her own outfits. They started a conversation whilst Evie flicked through the bursting shelves of clothing.

"Is this the least revealing thing you have?" Clary questioned her tone showing a level of uncomfortable at what she was currently wearing. 

"What? All the naughty bits are covered. A little too much in my opinion."

"You know Clar-Bear, Isabelle's right. You could do with showing a bit more skin. It might help you pull, you know you could do with a decent lad." 

"Eve I do love you but shouldn't you be more focused on your own love life than mine?"

"Why should I do that when your love life is way more interesting than mine will ever be?" Evie retorted before slipping her way into the bathroom to change. She pulled on a maroon coloured crop top that had a mesh panelling around the collar and embroidery along the front, pairing this with a pair of high waisted black trouser and a black belt. Finally she matched it with a pair of fishnet socks and black brogues. Brushing her ginger hair into a deep side part, she French braided a section adding silver hair loops all the way down. The final accessory was a maroon chocker. Before leaving the bathroom, she concealed her throwing knives by strapping two to each calf and leaving the final one behind. 

As she walked out the bathroom, Isabelle was preparing to start her pep talk that was aimed at Clary. This was going to be about as entertaining as the evening was likely to get, if what Evie had observed to be considered pep talks was anything to go on. It also didn't seem to be like a very Shadowhunter thing to do so that could be fun. 

"And now this is the part where I give you the pep talk about harnessing your inner Shadowhunter and accepting your true destiny." Those were the chosen words as the pep talk was finished shortly afterwards. Sure the words were cute and could give people a tiny uplifting but from her expression alone Evie gathered Clary had been expecting much more. Evie spoke no words only offering what she deemed to be a supportive smile to her sister before they three left Isabelle's room and headed to the training room. This room had a dual purpose as it also acted as the weapon vault. 

Evie couldn't help but marvel at the large variety of different weapons that were stored ready for the Shadowhunters to use. These weapons ranged from knives like her own to swords. There was even a section specially for bows with a variety of arrows. If someone wanted to kill her in the institute, that she had finally learnt was the name of the strange building they were currently in, it would take hours of processing to work out which one of the weapons was used. Essentially this was a mass murders heaven. 

"They're sending Seelie scouts to search for Valentine, but they made it clear, the little girls do not leave the premises." Alec started though he was interrupted by two not so happy gingers. 

"Hey, I'm not that little I'm 5'8" Evie whined as her sister also spoke up in distaste. 

"Hey, my name is not 'little girl' okay? I don't care whatever this Clave thing or you want. I'm going to find Dot." Clary's disapproval of the statement seemed to be of just a valid reason as her own in Evie's eyes.