Nov 5, 2016
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“That wasn’t the intent,” well, “but this works, too.”
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“That wasn’t the intent,” well, “but this works, too.”
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“I just cut myself with a kitchen knife. A kitchen knife. It’ll heal in a few days, and I’ve had worse” He did little to hide that fact that he found this whole thing silly from his voice, if the heavily enunciated and stressed repetition were any indication. If the eyes that momentarily blessed the ceiling were telling. And yet there was still blood, no matter how little and insignificant, and so he was stuck watching his dear supposed mafioso apparently mother hen him about it ( but what more were they to do? ). “I think I’d prefer the kittens over the Minions any day. I always feel like they’re staring back at me, and they’re ---- creepy.”
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They had just gotten back from meeting with new potential investors. After the first meeting didn’t go so well, and Cecily being in the hospital. He had pushed off finding any new ones until she gotten better. He’d had Christopher dealing with other companies who were interested in the time being and finally started to set up meetings once Cecily was recovered. This meeting ended on a good note, and he had a good feeling about this one. They’d just left the building and began driving. They were almost back to the office when a dog ran in the middle of the road. Causing Magnus to slam on the breaks; just in time too. “Are you okay?” Magnus asked, looking over at Cecily, his arm stretched in front of her as he broke. He threw his hazard lights on and climbed out of the car to find the dog crounched underneath the front of the car. “Hey–” Magnus said softly as he peeked under the car, beckoning the dog to come out. “Cecily, c’mere. Maybe it’ll come out for you.” Magnus said, calling out to her.
Being stuck on the passenger seat made her antsy. It was part of her job to drive Magnus around, and the fact he still didn’t think she was feeling well enough to do her work only made her feel more determined to prove him otherwise. However, her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden turn of events, a pained groan being forced out of her as Cecily was thrown forward with the impact ( thank God for Magnus reaching out to keep her in place ).
She managed a quick nod to his question, but was still recovering for the sudden rush of pain. Slowly, she rose from her seat, trying to find Magnus in the almost completely dark street. “What is it?” Cecily asked as she stepped out of the car and took a look under it. Brows rose slightly as she saw the small dog practically glued to the pavement, hunched over in fear. “Hey, it’s okay,” she called out in her softest voice, gently holding out her hand to the puppy. “No one’s going to hurt you, you can come out.” There was no response for a few seconds, but soon Cecily felt a slight bump against her hand, the softness of the dog’s fur drawing a smile out of her. “Hey there,” she greeted him once he stepped outside, before picking him up with the utmost care. “Sorry we scared you.” Her gaze flickered over to Magnus. “I don't see any injuries on him. We probably just startled him.”
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It was never intended to go this far; he had a job to do, an ever elusive name to track, and yet there he was, hoping and praying that one of Bane’s men wouldn’t simply vanish from his life --- that one day he wouldn’t return ( whether it be of grave injury or decision ). And it was far too dangerous of a situation to find himself in, one that could ruin his progress, destroy him, and yet he couldn’t care less. Alec simply needed to be sure Magnus was safe ( what with the myriad of medical supplies he now had stashed at home ), to remain near him, and to extract whatever information he could to eliminate Bane; Bane could end this. But then what? What if he were to find out what Alec truly was --- even if it were more a question of when? Until then, however, he was cherishing the ephemeral moments that brought them together, that had Magnus’s arms secure around him, and that had his own ensnaring the other ( would he assure the same if he knew? ). In he breathed as Magnus spoke, inhaling that ever familiar scent that put him at ease, and his response was murmured against soft fabric. Then was enough. “Then you’re not allowed to stop breathing.”
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“Because I’m worried about you, Magnus, and you haven’t given me any straight answers. Only riddles.” Yes, secrets plagued their relationship. Yes, there were things neither of them could indulge the other, but, paired with the wounds that frequently marred Magnus’s skin, that flourished well below, they seized Alec’s stomach and wrung it with an unyielding concern. Even without his undercover training, of being inconspicuous and perceptive, it would have been all too clear there was something — something he didn’t know the details of ( and something that admittedly terrified him - not as a cop, that much he could handle, but as someone who cared all so dearly ). “You always have new unexplained injuries, and I have more frozen peas and corn than I know what to do with ----- and not to eat.”
//throws magnus' url @ u :)))
Do I Follow Them?: Yes, and on a few of her other blogs ( obviously ).
Why Did I Follow Them?: I don’t even remember who followed who first, actually, and how that transpired.
Do We Role Play?: Yess.
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Forever. We have so much we need to do.
An AU Idea For Our Muses: RIP my heart with the one we have going already. Otherwise, uhm, interior designer meets Ikea worker? Orrrr
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What I Think About The Mun: I can’t possibly sing high enough praise for Abi. She’s super sweet and super patient, and I’m always ecstatic to see her in my activity, on my dash, what have you across her blogs. And I’m just /handchin/ She’s also an instigator sometimes and has some of the best ideas.
Overall Opinion: If you aren’t following her on any of her blogs, then I’m so sorry for the lack of Abi ( and her muses ) in your life.
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If asked, Alec would admit that he found the name squirtle both humorous and endearing ( partially why he’d picked the pokémon as his starter ---- that and he’d been unaware that pikachu had been an option at the time ), but he’d grown too fond of his virtual companions to not christen them with identities of their own. And so, naturally, Alec merely shrugged with a flat, “Some old guy in Japan apparently and translators. That is where it’s from, right?” According to Simon at least. It’d taken a while to convince Alec, but it’d at long last been Clary who’d managed to get him to download it to his phone ( because, frankly, he didn’t trust Jace with it anymore ). “Then what’s the point of collecting them if you can’t keep them all? I thought the game’s quote was ‘gotta catch ‘em all’.”
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Heal or not, karma or not, Alec’s lips were clenched in a disapproving line, his eyes studying the torso that ailed him so ( and then he blinked up to Magnus, his features poised to disagree ). Even though he’d been briefed on the risks of this job, even if he’d witnessed some already, he’d never expected to become this attached and this fond of one of its members; oh, how the idea would have made him scoff. And yet there he was, crouched, and all too concerned. “You’ve suffered worse? Even so that doesn’t make this any better.”
He could later ask what the other had done later to warrant this. “----- Have you iced them yet?”