* agentscullied:
To the passerby, Tessa looked every bit the part of a twenty-something New Yorker. Her jeans were torn at the knee, her sweater shredded at the back, but the style had been perfectly modern before she’d been attacked. Even her hair had been styled in a more modern fashion, pinned up in a loose bun, a few strands falling out of the pins to frame her face. The bracelet of pearls remained on her wrist, as did the jade pendant that hung from her neck. There was little to indicate she was anything but a college student. Well, beyond the grievous injuries.
She cried out as she made it to the door, her fist coming up to pound the knocker as she held herself up, shoulder pressed against the cool, rough brick. “Magnus,” she whimpered, needing him to hurry. She straightened as the door opened, relief flooding her veins for half a second before turning to steel. Ice danced up her spine. She gaped, frozen in place, as her blurry vision took in the sight of a young man near her age. His hair, the angle of his cheekbones. Tessa choked on a sob welling in her throat, her eyes too heavy, grays darkening as tears filled them. “Will,” She whispered, her hand reaching out for him. What was Will doing in New York? What had Magnus done? She didn’t understand.
Her limbs were so heavy. She heard Alec say something about her eyes, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “You love my eyes,” She teased despite, so certain William had made a comment about them to alleviate the tension, to ease both of their worries. Her knees buckled, and she tumbled, her wounds scraping open again as her knees connected with the cement. “Will, you have to summon him.” She pleaded breathlessly, head spinning. It would be okay now. Will was there. He’d know what to do. Thank the Angel for Magnus Bane, wherever he’d gone.
𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙉’𝙏 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝙐𝙉𝙐𝙎𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙐𝙎’ 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍 -- 𝙄𝙉 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏, 𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎, 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝘾 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙐𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙉’𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏. he’d grown accustomed to strange visitors making appearances, though they didn’t say much about what it was that they wanted from magnus around alec, only that they needed his services and they were willing to pay. sometimes he felt bad about the fact that he was making magnus’ life harder business-wise because his patrons were worried about the SHADOWHUNTER hanging around the warlock’s residence. alec could understand where they came from in their hesitence, but alec knew where to draw a line in the sand and it wasn’t over any spell or potion that magnus was likely to agree to.
he was in gear -- having not yet changed clothes from patrol -- and he’d agreed to wait for magnus to return from the shower on account of a potion that had required hydrated essence of guppy that had belched a foul spray which had splatted the nearby area, including over magnus. alec had to admit, there was still a smell lingering around that was something like week-old fish with the potent overtone of incense and rotting wood. it wasn’t the worst smell that he’d ever encountered but it also wasn’t something he wanted to smell like when he inevitably returned to the institute later. he’d deal with that when it came to it.
his hand closed around the handle of the door in time to hear a whimper on the other side and alec frowned in response, wrenching the door open to find a brown haired woman standing on the doorstep, pale in the light, and certainly worse for ware. he blinked in respose to her words, dark brows coming together in confusion, but before he could ask if she was okay she began to fall. blue eyes widened in alarm as she collapsed and alec’s arms reached out instinctively to prevent her from hurting herself, catching her before she could hit the hard ground beneath her. it was then, with his arms around her thin frame that alec realised that the woman, she looked about his age in truth, was bleeding and wounded more than she had first appeared.
all confusion had evaporated from his face, replaced by concern for the brunette, his eyes lifting to sweep the area, assessing the potential of an imminant secondary attack from whatever had hurt this woman, before landing once again on her face and locking on her blue-grey eyes. he didn’t know who the will was that she was talking about, but he seemed important to her. “ it’s okay, you’re safe -- i’ve got you. just keep your eyes open and on me. can you do that? ”
