For a moment, he couldn't help staring at Magnus. He knew that warlocks were immortal, but since most stayed away from Shadowhunters, he never would have thought that she might have met one of his ancestors. "Gideon is one of my relatives. I'm named after him." The comment about his eyes caused him to meet her gaze, remembering what someone had said long ago about his eyes. "My grandmother said I took after the Herondales. They were the ones who had blue eyes." There had been other stories about Herondales but Alec wasn't sure how accurate they were. Truthfully, he hoped that most of them were just stories. "Were you really named after the Magna Carta?"
There might have been stories about Magnus, but Shadowhunters rarely told tales about warlocks unless it was part of lessons so that young nephilim knew how to deal with Downworlders. The idea of them helping others was something he would have expected to be true but not something discussed by the Clave. "It makes sense, Magnus. We each want to make things better. If we're both trying to be that ideal, then we will make your hope come true." Smiling softly, he curled up beside her, the aches that had bothered him seeming to fade whenever Magnus touched him. "I think you already lived up to it by saving me."
"Thank you for helping them too. I try to protect them, but sometimes..." Sometimes he couldn't no matter how much he wanted to. But this time had been worse than their usual patrols. Outnumbered by higher level demons than they'd ever fought before, it was a miracle that they'd all survived. Then, Alec realized how close he'd come to not surviving, cold weighing heavily in his chest. "I won't rush things now that I know they're safe. Head wounds are too tricky to take such risks."
Slowly his disbelief turned to something that was almost pride as she repeated her assurances that he was strong and bright. "I didn't mean it as gallantry. I was protecting my family, but I like having someone think of me as brave." Another fact that he doubted he would have admitted if he hadn't been tired and sore, but he couldn't help wanting Magnus to know that her words were important to him.
Relaxing against his rescuer, he wrapped an arm around her, unconsciously cuddling closer. "Since you want to take care of me, I'll let you." At least until she mentioned the peacock hat. Pulling away slightly, he couldn't help staring at her, trying to imagine her with a peacock on her head. "That's..." Strange would probably be rude. Izzy would smack him if he ever insulted her clothes by saying they were strange. "Unique. I'd like to hear the story sometime. Maybe it'll help me think better of Ragnor."
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There might have been stories about Magnus, but Shadowhunters rarely told tales about warlocks unless it was part of lessons so that young nephilim knew how to deal with Downworlders. The idea of them helping others was something he would have expected to be true but not something discussed by the Clave. "It makes sense, Magnus. We each want to make things better. If we're both trying to be that ideal, then we will make your hope come true." Smiling softly, he curled up beside her, the aches that had bothered him seeming to fade whenever Magnus touched him. "I think you already lived up to it by saving me."
"Thank you for helping them too. I try to protect them, but sometimes..." Sometimes he couldn't no matter how much he wanted to. But this time had been worse than their usual patrols. Outnumbered by higher level demons than they'd ever fought before, it was a miracle that they'd all survived. Then, Alec realized how close he'd come to not surviving, cold weighing heavily in his chest. "I won't rush things now that I know they're safe. Head wounds are too tricky to take such risks."
Slowly his disbelief turned to something that was almost pride as she repeated her assurances that he was strong and bright. "I didn't mean it as gallantry. I was protecting my family, but I like having someone think of me as brave." Another fact that he doubted he would have admitted if he hadn't been tired and sore, but he couldn't help wanting Magnus to know that her words were important to him.
Relaxing against his rescuer, he wrapped an arm around her, unconsciously cuddling closer. "Since you want to take care of me, I'll let you." At least until she mentioned the peacock hat. Pulling away slightly, he couldn't help staring at her, trying to imagine her with a peacock on her head. "That's..." Strange would probably be rude. Izzy would smack him if he ever insulted her clothes by saying they were strange. "Unique. I'd like to hear the story sometime. Maybe it'll help me think better of Ragnor."