Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, just this plot and a few characters here and there.
Luck never was on Clary's side. Not when she was fry, or when she was older. Not even now. Clary didn't mind overmuch. She'd learned to swim in unlucky tides, which was why when the tavern's brim-full of soldiers, she merely pulled her cloak tighter over her head and slinked into the shadows.
However, Clary's unluckiness always reeled her back, like a whirlpool.
As she swam backwards, she collided against something unforgivably hard. A body.
"Watch it," an angry voice hissed.
Clary froze, entering the crush of bodies. There's no time for angry mer-men who've had one too many drinks. Besides, Clary had also one too many. Not drinks, but collisions into others. Remembering a slap's cold-hot sting was enough deterrent from stopping to apologize again. What will she say, anyway? Pardon. Quite in a hurry- high-tide rush. Stay too long, and those palace guards'll recognize my face, my hair, or my tail. Then, I'm netted.
Clary scoffed.
Suddenly, she's jerked back, struggling wildly. Her cloak opened, revealing her gold tail. The stranger's tail was equally gold, a carbon-copy of hers. Wide-eyed and staring into the stranger's tawny eyes, Clary realized that she'd met her soulmate.
Of all unlucky times.
Original Positing Date: July 23, 2016
Prompt: N/A
Words: 200
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