It was strange to hear someone speak of his ancestor in such a familiar way. Especially when that someone looked Alec's age. He knew that warlocks stopped aging when they became adults, but it still was almost disorientating to think of Magnus knowing someone who had lived so long ago that Alec had a connection to. Or to have her compare him to one of the greatest Shadowhunters and think of him as special.
"Magnus, I..." He began to protest her words, and then realized he couldn't. So few people had ever praised him for something other than his skill with a bow that he couldn't ruin that kindness with denials. "Thank you." Her compliment and the kiss caused him to flush, warmth settling in his chest that was harder to dismiss than his blush. "It might be best to get rid of my clothes. There's some things on them that might be dangerous."
Blood wouldn't be a problem except for the stains, but ichor and possible poisons might harm whoever washed his clothes. Since he couldn't really remember what types of demons had attacked him, he couldn't be sure of what might happen. "I don't really want to put them on again unless I have to."
His worry eased slightly when she mentioned the bruises, relieved that she hadn't been seriously hurt during the fight. It was something Isabelle complained about regularly but her sense of fashion demanded the garments even if they did pain her. Hers were both gear and undergarment, designed for ease of movement and protection, but she said that they still pained her if she wore them too long. An apologetic look crossed his features, as he squeezed her hand in return. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your bed."
Later he'd ask for different quarters so that she could sleep without worrying about sharing her bed with a hurt Shadowhunter.
As she moved toward the tub, he levered himself out of bed, gripping the frame for a moment to be sure of his balance. The floor tipped ominously, then he realized it was the motion from the boat, not a side effect of one of his injuries. "I think I'm okay." Or he thought he was until she asked to help him with his bath. Almost stumbling to a stop, Alec stared at her, the blush returning to burn brightly across his skin. "You wish to wish to help me bathe?"
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Date: 2013-08-26 05:48 am (UTC)From:"Magnus, I..." He began to protest her words, and then realized he couldn't. So few people had ever praised him for something other than his skill with a bow that he couldn't ruin that kindness with denials. "Thank you." Her compliment and the kiss caused him to flush, warmth settling in his chest that was harder to dismiss than his blush. "It might be best to get rid of my clothes. There's some things on them that might be dangerous."
Blood wouldn't be a problem except for the stains, but ichor and possible poisons might harm whoever washed his clothes. Since he couldn't really remember what types of demons had attacked him, he couldn't be sure of what might happen. "I don't really want to put them on again unless I have to."
His worry eased slightly when she mentioned the bruises, relieved that she hadn't been seriously hurt during the fight. It was something Isabelle complained about regularly but her sense of fashion demanded the garments even if they did pain her. Hers were both gear and undergarment, designed for ease of movement and protection, but she said that they still pained her if she wore them too long. An apologetic look crossed his features, as he squeezed her hand in return. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your bed."
Later he'd ask for different quarters so that she could sleep without worrying about sharing her bed with a hurt Shadowhunter.
As she moved toward the tub, he levered himself out of bed, gripping the frame for a moment to be sure of his balance. The floor tipped ominously, then he realized it was the motion from the boat, not a side effect of one of his injuries. "I think I'm okay." Or he thought he was until she asked to help him with his bath. Almost stumbling to a stop, Alec stared at her, the blush returning to burn brightly across his skin. "You wish to wish to help me bathe?"