The small warlock couldn’t help the grin as the hunter reinforced her persistent stubborn behavior. Ragnor hated it most days. Catarina sighed with all the forbearance of a mother over an unruly child. Yet a hunter that should hate warlocks through upbringing alone didn’t agree. “You’re welcome. And I’d do it again. So tell me…” Her smile grew as she slipped fingers through mussed hair, working tangles out softly between the gentle rubbings of the scalp. “What may I call you?”
Her eyes widened a little at the comment about keeping her safe along with her colleagues. She’d not heard any care for any of them from a nephilim since Will Herondale. But then, the man was a deviant for falling in love with a warlock. “Thank you. Not all that often people concern themselves with us.” Of their downworlder community, warlocks served more as a free agent. They rarely even grouped together as she had with Ragnor and Catarina. Certainly not for as long as she had. “
Tenderly sweeping the silken hair through, she carefully groomed it for tangles and knots while also making sure they’d gotten the blood out of the raven colored strands. It likely wasn’t proper to care for a stranger like this, but Magnus had long shunned the ‘socially acceptable’ handbook. Tipping her head at the comment about his never expecting anyone to call him brilliant, she frowned.
Not everyone spoke their mind like she did. She made it a point to make sure everyone knew her thoughts. Maybe he needed that. “People are bound by propriety and idiocy and often forget to give credit where it is due. You are brilliant. Bright and shining in your determination. Being as we saw the two forced to leave you behind… I knew you fought on for them even when it was obvious you wouldn’t make it out. You fought for them? Yes? People do not fight that valiantly for themselves. Just like some of my best work is done in a desire to protect those I value. So yes… you are brilliant and you move with all the grace and intelligence of a wolf.”
A gentle laugh left her at the agreement. “Right. While you recover, I’ll take care of you. Granted, just because you’re on the healthier side doesn’t mean I’ll stop doing that. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my guest. Ragnor will just feel better calling you a prisoner. My advice? Ignore him.” Grinning a little, she moved her fingers down to his neck to focus there before she stopped.
“My hats… are amazing. Now, he’d say amazingly horrible. But the more atrocious they are? The better. And I pick the brightest colored feathers as well… They offend his senses.” Grinning at the thought, she slipped her hands off of his neck and moved out of his personal space. He didn’t need her smothering him… And in a way, she wanted to see his face. No matter how wrong it was, she found him utterly attractive… but not just in the ‘looks’ way. He was attractive in every way.
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Date: 2013-08-21 06:26 pm (UTC)From:Her eyes widened a little at the comment about keeping her safe along with her colleagues. She’d not heard any care for any of them from a nephilim since Will Herondale. But then, the man was a deviant for falling in love with a warlock. “Thank you. Not all that often people concern themselves with us.” Of their downworlder community, warlocks served more as a free agent. They rarely even grouped together as she had with Ragnor and Catarina. Certainly not for as long as she had. “
Tenderly sweeping the silken hair through, she carefully groomed it for tangles and knots while also making sure they’d gotten the blood out of the raven colored strands. It likely wasn’t proper to care for a stranger like this, but Magnus had long shunned the ‘socially acceptable’ handbook. Tipping her head at the comment about his never expecting anyone to call him brilliant, she frowned.
Not everyone spoke their mind like she did. She made it a point to make sure everyone knew her thoughts. Maybe he needed that. “People are bound by propriety and idiocy and often forget to give credit where it is due. You are brilliant. Bright and shining in your determination. Being as we saw the two forced to leave you behind… I knew you fought on for them even when it was obvious you wouldn’t make it out. You fought for them? Yes? People do not fight that valiantly for themselves. Just like some of my best work is done in a desire to protect those I value. So yes… you are brilliant and you move with all the grace and intelligence of a wolf.”
A gentle laugh left her at the agreement. “Right. While you recover, I’ll take care of you. Granted, just because you’re on the healthier side doesn’t mean I’ll stop doing that. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my guest. Ragnor will just feel better calling you a prisoner. My advice? Ignore him.” Grinning a little, she moved her fingers down to his neck to focus there before she stopped.
“My hats… are amazing. Now, he’d say amazingly horrible. But the more atrocious they are? The better. And I pick the brightest colored feathers as well… They offend his senses.” Grinning at the thought, she slipped her hands off of his neck and moved out of his personal space. He didn’t need her smothering him… And in a way, she wanted to see his face. No matter how wrong it was, she found him utterly attractive… but not just in the ‘looks’ way. He was attractive in every way.