When he was alone with Magnus, he let his guard slip, sagging deeper into the mattress as his body felt too frail to support him. Exhaustion pulled at his thoughts, but he knew he couldn't sleep until he was sure that his rescuer wouldn't try to kill him. Though he doubted she would. Magnus had to have had multiple opportunities to do away with him while he was unconscious.
Going still when Magnus brushed her fingers through his hair, Alec waiting for pain to attack him again, but instead there was only warmth that soothed away the sullen pounding in his head. "I guess I'm too hard headed to be unconscious for long."
Meeting her eyes, he suddenly realized that they were catlike, shining gold and green as she watched him. If he didn't hurt so much he would have thought them beautiful but for now he wondered how hurt he'd been that she had feared for a Nephilim so much. "I don't remember much of it. We heal faster than most people expect."
It probably wasn't something he should tell Magnus, but the words tumbled out without thought. And with her hands buried in his hair, fingers finding spots that made the pain vanish, he would confess almost anything to her if it meant she'd keep rubbing his scalp and his neck. "You've done enough. You've saved me and healed me when most people would have let me die."
Eventually he'd find a way to repay her for saving his life and for the kindness she was showing him. Taking the glass, he took a careful sip, afraid his stomach would protest but water seemed to be acceptable and he slowly drank the rest, considering her words carefully. "You could try to ransom me if it would keep them from protesting."
Not that she'd get much for him but it might keep the others from trying to get rid of him.
Setting down the glass, he stared at her in disbelief and confusion. He never would have thought of killing her. She'd rescued him and protected him. The only reason for him to harm her is if she tried to attack him. "Why would I kill you?"
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Date: 2013-08-21 03:17 am (UTC)From:Going still when Magnus brushed her fingers through his hair, Alec waiting for pain to attack him again, but instead there was only warmth that soothed away the sullen pounding in his head. "I guess I'm too hard headed to be unconscious for long."
Meeting her eyes, he suddenly realized that they were catlike, shining gold and green as she watched him. If he didn't hurt so much he would have thought them beautiful but for now he wondered how hurt he'd been that she had feared for a Nephilim so much. "I don't remember much of it. We heal faster than most people expect."
It probably wasn't something he should tell Magnus, but the words tumbled out without thought. And with her hands buried in his hair, fingers finding spots that made the pain vanish, he would confess almost anything to her if it meant she'd keep rubbing his scalp and his neck. "You've done enough. You've saved me and healed me when most people would have let me die."
Eventually he'd find a way to repay her for saving his life and for the kindness she was showing him. Taking the glass, he took a careful sip, afraid his stomach would protest but water seemed to be acceptable and he slowly drank the rest, considering her words carefully. "You could try to ransom me if it would keep them from protesting."
Not that she'd get much for him but it might keep the others from trying to get rid of him.
Setting down the glass, he stared at her in disbelief and confusion. He never would have thought of killing her. She'd rescued him and protected him. The only reason for him to harm her is if she tried to attack him. "Why would I kill you?"