My eyes are usually described as golden… and luminous.
Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.””Canoodle?” repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.”Magnificent?”...
I’m the one who’s always been there for you… not him!
whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.