At the mention of his ancestor, Alec began to smile. "They're my great great grandparents." There were rumors about the Herondales and Lightwoods of that generation. Marrying warlocks and sons killing their father, but Alec had never known if any of it was true and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.
When Magnus said that no one had cared for her, his heart ached. If whoever had named her must have done so when she was a child. No one had cared for her while she was growing up. His parents had been indifferent, but he'd known that they loved him in their own way. "They should have cared for you. Someone should have cared for you when you were a girl."
Meeting her gaze, he almost shivered as Magnus touched his face. No one had ever touched him so gently, like he was somehow special when most saw him as a nuisance or the overprotective brother. But Magnus seemed to see inside him, finding something good in the actions that made him less of a Shadowhunter. "Ideals aren't supposed to stay between two, but that's what's needed for them to start." Alec doubted he'd see that ideal spread among the Nephilim, but Magnus might someday see it and hopefully be part of it.
For a moment, his thoughts drifted, pain easing so that his body began to remind him that he needed to rest soon after being healed of such dangerous injuries. "I don't think I could rush now even if I wanted to." Or leave.
Eventually he would, but that seemed like something distant that he wasn't sure he really wanted to rush. He loved his siblings and wanted to be certain that they were all right, but there was nothing for him at home. He was nothing. Here, with Magnus, he felt like he could matter, that he might matter to her. That thought gave him hope when before he'd only felt lost.
Tipping his head slightly, he gave her a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Magnus. Thank you for not letting them throw me overboard." Laughing softly he curled up around her protectively even though he doubted he could stand unless it was a dire emergency. Now he was truly curious about both the story and the hat but Magnus was right and they were both tired. "Deal." Barely managing to suppress a yawn, he instinctively cuddled closer to her, knowing he was safe and cared for in a way he never would have expected when he first woke to shouting. "Good night, Magnus."
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Date: 2013-08-23 02:21 pm (UTC)From:When Magnus said that no one had cared for her, his heart ached. If whoever had named her must have done so when she was a child. No one had cared for her while she was growing up. His parents had been indifferent, but he'd known that they loved him in their own way. "They should have cared for you. Someone should have cared for you when you were a girl."
Meeting her gaze, he almost shivered as Magnus touched his face. No one had ever touched him so gently, like he was somehow special when most saw him as a nuisance or the overprotective brother. But Magnus seemed to see inside him, finding something good in the actions that made him less of a Shadowhunter. "Ideals aren't supposed to stay between two, but that's what's needed for them to start." Alec doubted he'd see that ideal spread among the Nephilim, but Magnus might someday see it and hopefully be part of it.
For a moment, his thoughts drifted, pain easing so that his body began to remind him that he needed to rest soon after being healed of such dangerous injuries. "I don't think I could rush now even if I wanted to." Or leave.
Eventually he would, but that seemed like something distant that he wasn't sure he really wanted to rush. He loved his siblings and wanted to be certain that they were all right, but there was nothing for him at home. He was nothing. Here, with Magnus, he felt like he could matter, that he might matter to her. That thought gave him hope when before he'd only felt lost.
Tipping his head slightly, he gave her a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Magnus. Thank you for not letting them throw me overboard." Laughing softly he curled up around her protectively even though he doubted he could stand unless it was a dire emergency. Now he was truly curious about both the story and the hat but Magnus was right and they were both tired. "Deal." Barely managing to suppress a yawn, he instinctively cuddled closer to her, knowing he was safe and cared for in a way he never would have expected when he first woke to shouting. "Good night, Magnus."