His eyes drifted closed as Magnus rubbed his head, gently working through the tangles. Part of him hated that she was taking care of him when Alec knew he was probably bloody and dirty, but he couldn't pull away from those gentle fingers. Instead he leaned in closer, breathing as deeply as his aching ribs would allow as the tension slowly left his body. "My name's Alec Lightwood. You're Magnus?"
He hoped that was right and he hadn't imagined it or misheard. It was an odd name for a woman, even one who seemed so unconventional, and he wasn't certain that his hearing hadn't been affected by the blow to the head.
Smiling weakly at her thanks, Alec watched her for a moment, almost distracted by her golden eyes. "Shadowhunters are supposed to protect people. I don't think it matters if they're mundanes or Downworlders." Another reason why he was different than the others but one that he believed he could be proud of.
Her frown made him falter, wondering what he'd said wrong, and then relief washed through him when he realized that the 'two' that Magnus referred to had to be Izzy and Jace. They were safe. He'd done what he'd intended and they'd been able to escape. "They're my brother and sister. I'm glad to know that they escaped. I would've started worrying once my thoughts were clear."
The descriptions of his 'bravery' caused him to blush brighter, not understanding why she would see him in such a way. He was one of the weakest Shadowhunters his age. Or everyone assumed he was. No one thought it was a strength to protect his family, seeing it as a failing since he didn't enjoy fighting the way the others did. "I don't think anyone has ever seen me like that. Most people think what I do is because of weakness."
As her fingers found the tension in his neck, his eyes closed again, humming softly before he realized he'd made a sound. "You don't have to take care of me. I'll heal all right now that you've dealt with the worst of it." Slowly blinking up at her, he smiled wryly. "I doubt Ragnor will let me ignore him."
The smile turned to quiet laughter as he tried to imagine those hats. They probably would be something Izzy would love but their mother would never allow in the house. "They might offend my senses, but I'd like to see them."
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Date: 2013-08-22 02:54 am (UTC)From:He hoped that was right and he hadn't imagined it or misheard. It was an odd name for a woman, even one who seemed so unconventional, and he wasn't certain that his hearing hadn't been affected by the blow to the head.
Smiling weakly at her thanks, Alec watched her for a moment, almost distracted by her golden eyes. "Shadowhunters are supposed to protect people. I don't think it matters if they're mundanes or Downworlders." Another reason why he was different than the others but one that he believed he could be proud of.
Her frown made him falter, wondering what he'd said wrong, and then relief washed through him when he realized that the 'two' that Magnus referred to had to be Izzy and Jace. They were safe. He'd done what he'd intended and they'd been able to escape. "They're my brother and sister. I'm glad to know that they escaped. I would've started worrying once my thoughts were clear."
The descriptions of his 'bravery' caused him to blush brighter, not understanding why she would see him in such a way. He was one of the weakest Shadowhunters his age. Or everyone assumed he was. No one thought it was a strength to protect his family, seeing it as a failing since he didn't enjoy fighting the way the others did. "I don't think anyone has ever seen me like that. Most people think what I do is because of weakness."
As her fingers found the tension in his neck, his eyes closed again, humming softly before he realized he'd made a sound. "You don't have to take care of me. I'll heal all right now that you've dealt with the worst of it." Slowly blinking up at her, he smiled wryly. "I doubt Ragnor will let me ignore him."
The smile turned to quiet laughter as he tried to imagine those hats. They probably would be something Izzy would love but their mother would never allow in the house. "They might offend my senses, but I'd like to see them."