"Alec..." Her voice softened as she rolled the name over her tongue. "I never met a Lightwood so gentle. Except maybe Gibson or... whatever his name was." Tipping her head a little, she tried to pull up images and names and finally blinked. "Right. Gideon. He was a good man from the little I knew of him. Long time ago..." Her voice drifted off as she thought of those times. "Most Lightwoods were green-eyed... your eyes are beautiful." It came out so easily, she barely even caught that she'd said it. "Regardless, I am, as you say, Magnus Bane. Technically Magna... but no one runs from a pirate named after the Magna Carta. It's a bit demeaning of the reputation."
Stopping, she turned wide gold eyes on him as he discussed his ideals as a hunter. Reaching out, she slowly swept his hair out of his face and smiled. "I know not all of my kind are like myself. Or like Catarina... she has spent her life learning to heal to repay a mother's love... As for myself..." Trailing off, she gently pulled him back to lean into her, his head on her shoulder. Elegant fingers gently continued to groom his hair as she furrowed her brow. "When you live a life as I have... always running... always hated... you want something to believe in. Sometimes you have to do it yourself before it can happen. Like you want to be the ideal that should have been... I want to be the warlock that can meet that ideal half way. Does that make sense?"
Almost on habit, she wrapped her arms about his shoulders and hugged him softly. "Your siblings are safe. The demons couldn't pursue them. Not after we were done with them. I'm sure they're not pleased having to leave you. Though... I did not get to see them up close." Tipping her head, she touched her temple to the top of his head. "You will see them again. When I think you'll survive three steps out of this cabin."
Turning her head, she pressed her face into his hair. Nephilim were strange. They hurt their own even more than they hurt the monsters they hunted in the dark. "Then know this, Alec... You are brave and strong. You shine brightest when you fight for the right reasons. And in one daring act of gallantry, you have earned my respect and awe. No one could convince me otherwise. You are not weak... not at all."
Then that humming sound made her smile. Tacked on to the fact that he tried so valiantly to say he didn't need any extra care. The entire episode was sweet. Hugging him gently, she leaned her head against his. "I know I don't have to. But I want to. So... let me."
Smirking brilliantly at the thought of the hats, she sent him a playful wink. "That's the point. I think I have one that at least appears to be a fully feathered peacock. You should hear his response. It's absolutely humorous. Or event he one that has feathers from the Peruvian area. He hats all of those hats since I got him into a... mess... on a ship there. I'll have to tell you that story."
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Date: 2013-08-22 03:34 am (UTC)From:Stopping, she turned wide gold eyes on him as he discussed his ideals as a hunter. Reaching out, she slowly swept his hair out of his face and smiled. "I know not all of my kind are like myself. Or like Catarina... she has spent her life learning to heal to repay a mother's love... As for myself..." Trailing off, she gently pulled him back to lean into her, his head on her shoulder. Elegant fingers gently continued to groom his hair as she furrowed her brow. "When you live a life as I have... always running... always hated... you want something to believe in. Sometimes you have to do it yourself before it can happen. Like you want to be the ideal that should have been... I want to be the warlock that can meet that ideal half way. Does that make sense?"
Almost on habit, she wrapped her arms about his shoulders and hugged him softly. "Your siblings are safe. The demons couldn't pursue them. Not after we were done with them. I'm sure they're not pleased having to leave you. Though... I did not get to see them up close." Tipping her head, she touched her temple to the top of his head. "You will see them again. When I think you'll survive three steps out of this cabin."
Turning her head, she pressed her face into his hair. Nephilim were strange. They hurt their own even more than they hurt the monsters they hunted in the dark. "Then know this, Alec... You are brave and strong. You shine brightest when you fight for the right reasons. And in one daring act of gallantry, you have earned my respect and awe. No one could convince me otherwise. You are not weak... not at all."
Then that humming sound made her smile. Tacked on to the fact that he tried so valiantly to say he didn't need any extra care. The entire episode was sweet. Hugging him gently, she leaned her head against his. "I know I don't have to. But I want to. So... let me."
Smirking brilliantly at the thought of the hats, she sent him a playful wink. "That's the point. I think I have one that at least appears to be a fully feathered peacock. You should hear his response. It's absolutely humorous. Or event he one that has feathers from the Peruvian area. He hats all of those hats since I got him into a... mess... on a ship there. I'll have to tell you that story."