"And now you're tangled up with more nephilim." He hoped that the others wouldn't bother her, but Alec knew that they had to be cautious. When he could concentrate better, he'd figure out a way to make sure that Magnus and her crew weren't noticed by the Clave. Until then he'd focus on recovering from his injuries.
The name of his ancestor caught at his memory of his grandmother's stories, bits and pieces that had always seemed like they never told a full story. Later, he'd learned what happened to Benedict Lightwood and realized why some details had been omitted. "From what I was told about Cecily, my coloration is the only thing we share." He would never be as brilliant as the Herondales from the past or even his parabatai.
A look of horror crossed his features as Magnus explained what her stepfather had tried. He knew that Downworlders frightened mundanes and that terrible things had happened to warlocks in the past, but this was the first time it seemed real to him instead of something from the distant past. He couldn't help imagining a little, golden eyed girl forced to live in silence and, if she had reacted like he had to the Silent Brothers the first times he'd met them, fear. It wasn't right even if it had happened years ago. "There's a difference between taking care of someone and being cared for." Catching her hand, he lightly brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "Someone should have been a family to you. You should have had people who loved you."
A faint flush warmed his face as Magnus brushed her lips against his forehead, wondering why she thought he was special because of his ideals while the nephilim thought he was weak. "I've believed it since I was old enough to understand what Shadowhunters are supposed to do."
Smiling shyly, Alec realized how grateful he was to meet Magnus. Not just because he would have died if she hadn't rescued him but because she seemed to genuinely like him and his ideas. And he liked her, something that was rare for him. Usually it took time for him to become comfortable around anyone who wasn't part of his family, but Magnus was different. She made him feel at ease in a way that he'd never experienced before. "If you are, then I'm terrible too."
Letting out a quiet, disbelieving sound at the idea of being good looking, he settled more comfortably around Magnus. The sound turned to a quiet sigh as the fingers in his hair eased away the last of the tension and fears that lingered in his body and mind, smiling softly as he drifted off to sleep.
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Date: 2013-08-24 04:20 pm (UTC)From:The name of his ancestor caught at his memory of his grandmother's stories, bits and pieces that had always seemed like they never told a full story. Later, he'd learned what happened to Benedict Lightwood and realized why some details had been omitted. "From what I was told about Cecily, my coloration is the only thing we share." He would never be as brilliant as the Herondales from the past or even his parabatai.
A look of horror crossed his features as Magnus explained what her stepfather had tried. He knew that Downworlders frightened mundanes and that terrible things had happened to warlocks in the past, but this was the first time it seemed real to him instead of something from the distant past. He couldn't help imagining a little, golden eyed girl forced to live in silence and, if she had reacted like he had to the Silent Brothers the first times he'd met them, fear. It wasn't right even if it had happened years ago. "There's a difference between taking care of someone and being cared for." Catching her hand, he lightly brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "Someone should have been a family to you. You should have had people who loved you."
A faint flush warmed his face as Magnus brushed her lips against his forehead, wondering why she thought he was special because of his ideals while the nephilim thought he was weak. "I've believed it since I was old enough to understand what Shadowhunters are supposed to do."
Smiling shyly, Alec realized how grateful he was to meet Magnus. Not just because he would have died if she hadn't rescued him but because she seemed to genuinely like him and his ideas. And he liked her, something that was rare for him. Usually it took time for him to become comfortable around anyone who wasn't part of his family, but Magnus was different. She made him feel at ease in a way that he'd never experienced before. "If you are, then I'm terrible too."
Letting out a quiet, disbelieving sound at the idea of being good looking, he settled more comfortably around Magnus. The sound turned to a quiet sigh as the fingers in his hair eased away the last of the tension and fears that lingered in his body and mind, smiling softly as he drifted off to sleep.