;; nephilim

[candyumbrella-deactivated202002]

[jalecsource]

#JACE ON HIS TIPPY TOES IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER

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mags.

          “The only way, huh?            I’m sure there’s plenty more than that one.” Not that Alec was doing anything wrong, by any means, but he was making a BIT of a mess. Magnus wandered over to him and scooped the grounds into his washed hands and into the filter. “Cinnamon is in this cabinet, darling. Right above the coffee maker.” He reached up a little and pulled out the jar.           “Here you go. Do you need any help with anything else?            Can I make you breakfast?”

       ❛ i’m sure she just meant it’s good. ❜

the comment lacked HUMOR as lids blinked away some blurred vision. how the nephilim managed to remain sweet and relatively sass-less was an effort saved ONLY for mornings with the warlock. his finger-tips brushed the back of magnus’ hand when taking the jar, and alec paused, leaning his free hand on the counter as a post-slumber YAWN wracked his lungs. 

       ❛ i can make breakfast — if you want.❜   

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"I love you but..." -halohaired

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       ❛ but what? what could you         possibly be annoyed or         UPSET with this time? ❜an eyebrow arched, daring the blonde to make any sort of complaint. it was a perfect sunday morning— blue skies, birds singing sweet songs, and VAMPIRES nestled snug in their caskets. maybe it was a little chilly, but he even let jace use his favorite mug.  

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magnus.

               a dull ‚plopp‘ echoed through the room , as magnus put the book away , he had kept in his hands all the while until alec reached the bed. a frown formed on the warlock face , as his eyes traveled over him and his hand quickly reached over to tangle in the raven dark hair , slowly starting to play with a strand of hair , as he watched him carefully. he could almost see alec was thinking , could see that the thoughts were just rushing through his mind , but he waited until alec was ready to speak his mind. „ when you‘re old and wrinkled ?“ , the warlock asked and rolled his eyes. „ even then you‘ll be  beautiful , maybe even drooling a bit“, he teased with a grin. „ oh and don‘t forget the pampers you‘ll need , because you can‘t move anymore..and i bet your snorring will be worse..“

       ❛ that’ll be HOT. ❜   his stifled laugh becomes a soft snort — a crooked smile breaking the plane of the typically stern face. the speculations linger while pushing forward images of gray hair, much like his father and the tired lines along his mother’s forehead. alec tried not to discuss the topic, knowing too well that it usually made him feel horrible contemplating that one day he would LEAVE magnus behind. yet, the nephilim’s smile remained — complacent in the present moment as his fingers entwined with the warlock’s free hand. the expected ground at his stomach, causing a lump to stick in his throat, but joking words came out nonetheless — if only with the slightest of a choke.         ❛ i request at least a nice wheel chair. ❜  

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divble:

               The deep voice interrupted his thoughts, which were too jumbled in his head. He did not know why he was here, what use will he provide these people, that he did not know. His rare looking hues stared down at the blade in his hand– taking a moment too long to answer the tall dark haired nephilim. He felt he did not belong here although he was half of what they are.

“What else should I be doing? Educate me here a little, I’m new.”

his gaze was less than kind, flickering once to the stranger’s face, then to the blade so haphazardly balanced in the newcomer’s grasp. how odd it was for someone as old as this one to start his training so LATE — though it wasn’t impossible.

       ❛ have you ever used          one of those before? ❜  he stood, leaning the full quiver against a wall, all while referring to the interestingly shaped blade.regardless of whether or not the ANGELIC power of the weapon was activated, it still held an edge.  

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Send “I love you but....” for my muses reaction.

[alecgsaltwood]

Listen if sober Alec says things like “I love that face” can you just imagine the shit thats going to be spewing out when he’s drunk

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the gleam was low, but precise as the ANCIENT language burned into the stem of the balanced weapon. the light dimmed before stifling entirely, leaving the warm glow of the room to illuminate the seated nephilim. an absent-minded sniff followed the loading of the ARROW into a quiver among many others.      ❛ you seem BORED. ❜   

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;; avoids using the word shaft to describe an arrow because it’s awkward and i’m awkward and too innocent for that

[ricamora-falahee]

There was a demon attack. They need me. Alec, you have to go. No. Izzy, I’m not going to leave you like this.

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pretty warlock.

“Alec.”

Brows furrowed behind the nephilim, not ending the massage even with the strict tone. “I’m serious. You can afford to take an hour or two for yourself. I haven’t seen you in days, I’m worried. I miss having you home.” 

He thought for a moment, now, lips pursed as blue energy flickered from his hands. Elegantly, they swooped over his desk, an array of Indian foods appearing where the paperwork was. Now, it was in a neat stack at the other side of the room.

     ❛ magnus. ❜ an ATTEMPT to match the severe tone, but to no avail. the name came out in a mumble as the nephilim’s mind focused less on the IMPROPER formatting of the many mission reports and more on the fingers digging out knots in his shoulders. by the angel, it was better than that first cup of coffee on an especially early morning.      ❛ i promise i’ll be home        as soon as I get these fix— ❜ he cuts himself short when opened eyes land not on his work, but rather on the spread of food. the itching inclination to GRIPE arises as a pensive murmur, but it catches as the scent of the aromatic dishes send his mouth watering and stomach grumbling. it takes only a moment or two before alec has forgotten about the documents, grabbing the naan to his immediate left.      ❛ i guess some food would be good. ❜  

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;; so my roommate definitely just started watching shadowhunters last night. she read the books and of course she starts off with everything that is wrong and i’m just whatever. fair enough. but as soon as alec enters with “i need to report this to the clave,” she starts cracking up and then all is well and she’s imitating him left and right

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     ❛ you’re moping. ❜ the nephilim’s tone was even and without doubt as his gaze lifted from thick, yellowing pages. for once, he felt like the CALM ONE — savoring the moment of peace. then a soft thud echoed, breaching the quiet that had fallen over the open room, and leaving the now closed BOOK sitting patiently in his lap.

       ❛ cheer up — for one day we          don’t have to risk our lives. ❜  

[magnusizzy]

6 ways to tell him that you love him, by Alec Lightwood