Who in the Sunshine [The Mortal Instruments]
Title: Who in the Sunshine
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments [ Shadowhunters in the Italian edition]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 520 (GoogleDocs)
Summary: "Uh-uh," Isabelle repeats, hypnotized by a advertisement containing a muscular body definitely in shape. The image changes to show a wrinkled old lady shaking a stick-style wise hermit of the desert.
Written for the first phase of "Trick or Treat Fest" of fanfic_italia. The title is taken from a song by Leonard Cohen.
Who in the Sunshine
"Being a vampire sucks," says Simon. He left his feet propped on the armrest of the couch and head to the right, holds his arms crossed over his chest, and a cover that covers the mid-chest to the knees.
The sunlight hits him across the sunset.
"Uh-uh," Isabelle responds with distraction, workers to change with frightening speed channels on cable television. A replica of American Idol makes room for the Friends that gives off to an advertisement on toilet paper.
"I mean," Simon continues undaunted, raising a hand to make some gesture of explanation, "in the beginning I wake up a little 'foggy in the middle of a cemetery, surrounded by people willing to a radius of four meters from me. people that I really care to make clear, has never shown great expression of friendship and empathy towards me. "
"Uh-uh," Isabelle repeats, hypnotized by advertising that contains a very muscular body in shape. The image changes to show a wrinkled old lady shaking a stick style wise hermit of the desert.
Isabelle click again on the remote control and ends on the evening news.
"Then, after the unpleasant surprise of finding the undead and vampire, the story takes another turn and I am not a real vampire. Can not be all that bad luck comes in to me, in short," heats a bit 'with a grunt and a blow dealt to the portion of the sofa on which it is drawn.
Isabelle's distracted glances back to find a channel that gives a new interesting advertising than ever before.
"Uh-uh," he says.
"Exactly," Simon smiled, grateful to finally have an ear sympathetic to listen.
"Mmm," says Isabelle, having just found that physical re-wrapped by a single cry, a tiny towel.
'Well, "Simon said thoughtfully," I just can not say, however, to be the most unfortunate of all. I mean. Just look what he had to endure these days Clary, "and emits a deep sigh.
"What?"
Isabelle Simon turns sharply to the set with inquiring eyes, body scream advertising forgotten.
" What thing?" question asks Simon.
" Clary what?"
"Clary is due to pass through a lot of trouble, "says Simon convinced, take a look a bit 'nostalgic on his face." And to think that only a month ago I made fun of me because I did the marathon Dungeons and Dragons ... "Isabelle
narrowing his eyes off the television with a sharp click. Then, letting him sign on the door, gets up and puts his boots left on the ground under the table.
"C'mon," he says, gripping with one hand and a leather jacket taking the stylus, keys and mobile phone from the tangle on the table.
A little 'confused and clearly surprised, Simon followed his directions and sets aside the blanket, pulling down and putting on flip-flops with a little' of clumsiness .
"Where are we going?" asks, absently rubbing the skin between the hem out white T-shirt and light jeans.
"out to eat," says Isabelle, taking his hand and leading him outside the apartment. Turn off the lights and close the door behind him.
"Uh," says Simon.
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