"I knew your great great aunt and uncle back then. Not so much those two. That was the most notable time I ever got tangled up with the Nephilim and before I decided I really liked boats." Smiling softly, she let her eyes stay on his. Yes... his eyes drew her in even more than Will's in a lot of ways. Maybe it was her favorite combination, dark hairs and blue eyes, but Alec seemed to draw her in even more. Her fingertips gently traced his brow and curled about his temple very softly. "You remind me of her... Cecily."
She stopped when he looked upset over hearing the little bit of information about her childhood. Tipping her head, she touched her thumb to his chin lightly. "I was raised by the Silent Brothers after my father... well... step-father tried to kill me." Her face was carefully neutral as she explained it quietly. "I'm sure I was raised with care so that I didn't burn the world down."
Yet... he sounded so idealistic like herself. Like they both forgot the crazy worlds they came from and something impossible was suddenly possible. Leaning in, she couldn't stop herself from brushing a kiss to his forehead. "You are amazing. I've met one nephilim in my life that believed that. But you're different. You believed that even before meeting me, didn't you? I'm very happy I met you, Alec Lightwood."
Her smile returned as he admitted he more than likely wouldn't rush his recovery. A small part of her rejoiced on the inside and she whispered softly as she pulled back to give him back a little space. "I'm a terrible person for hoping you stay a long while, aren't I?"
Heart fluttering unexpectedly, she hugged him close as his tall lithe form seemed to change the position and curl around her. After centuries of being the outrageous independent woman, the position left her a little light headed. Not angry or upset. Surprisingly warm and happy. "Well, we both know such good looks should not be wasted sharks." It was both serious and teasing all at once. Anything to break that strange fluttering in her torso that set her nerves on fire. "Good night, Alec... Sweet dreams."
Closing her eyes, she sank into him, one set of fingers still idly carding through his hair. It continued to do so for a while till sleep came... and for once in her long life, she slept deep and soundly without any nightmares cluttering her mind.
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Date: 2013-08-24 02:45 am (UTC)From:She stopped when he looked upset over hearing the little bit of information about her childhood. Tipping her head, she touched her thumb to his chin lightly. "I was raised by the Silent Brothers after my father... well... step-father tried to kill me." Her face was carefully neutral as she explained it quietly. "I'm sure I was raised with care so that I didn't burn the world down."
Yet... he sounded so idealistic like herself. Like they both forgot the crazy worlds they came from and something impossible was suddenly possible. Leaning in, she couldn't stop herself from brushing a kiss to his forehead. "You are amazing. I've met one nephilim in my life that believed that. But you're different. You believed that even before meeting me, didn't you? I'm very happy I met you, Alec Lightwood."
Her smile returned as he admitted he more than likely wouldn't rush his recovery. A small part of her rejoiced on the inside and she whispered softly as she pulled back to give him back a little space. "I'm a terrible person for hoping you stay a long while, aren't I?"
Heart fluttering unexpectedly, she hugged him close as his tall lithe form seemed to change the position and curl around her. After centuries of being the outrageous independent woman, the position left her a little light headed. Not angry or upset. Surprisingly warm and happy. "Well, we both know such good looks should not be wasted sharks." It was both serious and teasing all at once. Anything to break that strange fluttering in her torso that set her nerves on fire. "Good night, Alec... Sweet dreams."
Closing her eyes, she sank into him, one set of fingers still idly carding through his hair. It continued to do so for a while till sleep came... and for once in her long life, she slept deep and soundly without any nightmares cluttering her mind.