Human saliva. With the unstated implication that she was something other than.
Kavinsky had a curious, backwards sensation of remembering a conversation with Alec Lightwood on the beach and learning about Downworlders, those not-quite and semi-human creatures that, sometimes, could do things like Kavinsky could. It wasn't that he didn't think of himself as human. It was more that he still, years later, still thought of himself as a monster, and sometimes, he forgot that the monster was held in the body of a young man.
"Do we need to...put it back?" He thought about it for a second, arms across over his chest, hip jut out. "Do I need to get you something to cover up? Might even hold up to your boyfriend being weirdly controlling about it."
And then he was quiet a moment before he smirked, sort of shittily. "Is Darlington gonna give me a hard time for bringing your ink out?"
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Date: 2020-02-16 10:50 pm (UTC)Kavinsky had a curious, backwards sensation of remembering a conversation with Alec Lightwood on the beach and learning about Downworlders, those not-quite and semi-human creatures that, sometimes, could do things like Kavinsky could. It wasn't that he didn't think of himself as human. It was more that he still, years later, still thought of himself as a monster, and sometimes, he forgot that the monster was held in the body of a young man.
"Do we need to...put it back?" He thought about it for a second, arms across over his chest, hip jut out. "Do I need to get you something to cover up? Might even hold up to your boyfriend being weirdly controlling about it."
And then he was quiet a moment before he smirked, sort of shittily. "Is Darlington gonna give me a hard time for bringing your ink out?"