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cassandraclare:

Eighth of Cassandra Jean’s Lady Midnight postcards — Cristina cuts Mark’s hair.

She set her scissors aside and cleared her throat. “There,” she said. “Would
you like to see?”

He straightened up in the chair. Cristina was bending down;
their heads were on a level. “Lean closer,” he said. “For years I have
had no mirror; I have learned to make do. The eyes of another can
be a mirror more effective than water. If you will look at me, I can
see my reflection in yours.”

This scene was DELIGHTFUL

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