@highwarlockofglam
Fingers adjust the fit of his jacket not for the first time, in fact it might be the hundredth because alec Lightwood is constantly busying his hands to keep them from shaking. Blue eyes glance down and over himself but it’s when walking passed reflective mirrors that it’s easiest to judge exactly how presentable (or otherwise) he may look. Each step he talks feels like he’s a little closer to the impossible and he keeps expecting that he’ll chance his mind. That he will come to his senses and turn around and flee home. Part of him is whispering questions about what he’s doing… Why he’s decided that seeking the assistance of a pleasure professional for his first experience is a good idea?
But he doesn’t turn around. Alec might be nervous and his hands might be a little clammy but he knew what he was doing when he had phoned and booked an appointment with Magnus Bane. He was meant to be the best, after all, and his speciality was first times. Swallowing thickly, Alec hesitated in front of the door for a moment before sealing his fate by entering. It took s minute for his eyes to adjust and for the archer to coax a breath into his lungs. Alec entered, slow and I steady, his voice hardly as he called out. “H-hello? Magnus? Magnus b-bane?”