Jameson is PEACEFUL, when it wants to be. There’s an underlying sense of serenity beneath the confusion & FRUSTRATION that simmers amongst the town’s newest inhabitants, and Magnus almost thinks that he might have liked to spend a summer here, if he’d been given a choice in the matter ( but there’s another side of him which suggests that this would likely be a place in which boring people come to DIE, so the jury’s still out on that particular decision ).
He’s spent days --- WEEKS, almost --- attempting to find a way out, a way home, but his magic simply isn’t strong enough to withstand inter - dimensional travel. It doesn’t mean that he’s given up, per se, but even the High Warlock of Brooklyn needs some kind of RESPITE from his responsibilities every so often, which is how Magnus finds himself wandering the streets of the town . . . likely in search of a place that will successfully capture his interest long enough for him to deem it worthy enough to go inside ( the bookstore a few blocks back is currently the strongest contender, but even then, he hardly thinks that it houses an extensive collection of texts ).
It’s only after he passes by an admittedly enticing antique store that he comes to a halt, but his gaze is in no way drawn to the windows of the building. Instead, his eyes travel in a rather HUNGRY fashion across the expanse of the figure who is seemingly walking towards him, and he drinks the sight of the other man in, as if it’s the only thing keeping him alive. By the time he regains his senses well enough to push past the frantic THRUMMING of his heart & the sudden pool of warmth in his gut, Alec Lightwood is only a few metres away, and Magnus is quick to stride forward and erase any remaining distance between them, much too blinded by his excitement & utter relief ( or perhaps, simply UNWILLING ) to notice the lack of recognition on the other’s features.
❝ --- Alexander ?? ❞
( @vlecs. )
