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eyebrows perk up at the sight of the other; in a place such as THIS out of them all. there’s still a sting in his shoulder — aftermath of quite a VIOLENT brush delivered amidst crowds of people. and yet that is not where magnus’ mind lingers; instead it’s all diverted towards the man who didn’t seem FINE. far from it.
lean soft fingers find the other’s elbow in a manner most NURTURING. he tries to right his wrongs;——— must’ve been that puzzled expression that sparked such a monologue from the shadowhunter. one who rarely struggled for words. and especially EXCUSES.
❝alexander, there is NO rune for a violent hangover.❞ he shares the wisdom with a little chuckle that follows. or maybe it’s more of a NERVOUS one; after all, he didn’t want to look as if he cared too much. if only it wasn’t too late.
❝but there’s a very potent potion back in my apartment that will make you feel like a new man.❞
Alec can’t help it, the comment surprises a laugh from him & he shakes his head. Magnus is right - there isn’t a rune that will help him if he lets himself go too much farther down this path, & he knows he needs to stop but by the Angel he’s so tired. the weight of the world feels like its made itself at home on his broad shoulders. still, in the company of the other, he feels like maybe that’s okay. maybe none of that matters right now.
he groans, scrubbing his hands over his face before he nods slowly & lets himself move to the other’s side. he doesn’t say anything just yet, just exhales & tries to make himself settle. it’s all suddenly too loud, all suddenly too much, & the idea of going back to Magnus’ apartment sounds more than a little enticing. ‘ okay, ’ he says finally, offering a private little smile.
"It's not a big deal."
It wasn't like he hadn't been hurt before. His body was littered with scars that came from being a shadowhunter. Being dead, on the other hand, wasn't something any of them had experienced. Dead tended to stay that way and if it hadn't been for the wish he would've stayed dead. He was trying not to blame Clary for this but the guilt currently sitting on his shoulders said otherwise. If she'd left him dead none of this would've happened. But it had and Jace knew he couldn't keep blaming himself forever. And he wasn't there to spill his heart out to Magnus. Now that he was back from the Silent City he wanted to at least try to repay the fact the warlock had saved him. "And I thought we were so I could help you, not get things off my chest."
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shoulders twitch in surprise once approached by the other. tradition or not, there were still ways to startle him. needy long fingers reach for the card, look of utter distaste plastered all over his face. that distaste, however, fleeting. especially once he opens the card, once his gaze lingers on the words. so outrageously defying what the day was all about. he enjoyed those little charades; for they reminded him, that there was partnership even in utter loneliness.
❛well i see your craftsmanship is not improving despite how many times we’ve done this.❜ he doesn’t shy away from a glimmer of sarcasm which laces his words. however there’s an unusual shade of softness the warlock tries to swallow instead of spitting out. ❛no card this time, however i prepared a serenade. give me a moment to fetch my charango, old friend.❜
listen, ragnor wouldn’t admit it, but he had put a lot of effort into the card. seeing as he was a being of perfection, it had taken far more energy than should be necessary to make the card look so crude, and he had written the words in glitter, which is classically unruly to work with. ragnor would be loathe to admit it out loud, but maguns was the person he loved most in the word, followed only by raphael and catarina themselves, whom had also wormed their way into his cold, calculating heart.
“what can i say? it takes a certain kind of practice to perfect that which is terible.” a joke, but he hoped magnus wouldn’t see through his artfully crafted mask. he didn’t want others to see him for who he was--a soft, brittle center that yearend for affection. “ah, so a different sort of torture. let me prepare myself for the horrid tones of the worst instrument ever crafted.” ragnor sat himself on magnus’ couch, one leg crossing over the other was he reclined back.
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To say Robert was the most empathetic person would be the greatest lie of the century. To be honest, when he came up to the roof he didn’t even expect anybody to be here — all he wanted was to take a look at the stars ( hoping they would be visibly tonight ) and escape the constricted feeling of his office. Robert ached to go back to Idris and indulge in the feeling of a stary night, crisp air and the smell of trees and damp grass. He would settle for one of these things but apparently the nights of the city once again overshone the beauty of the sky. And he wasn’t alone. Knowing that it would be rude to just turn around and leave after he saw Magnus sitting outside, he decided to face it head on — and dive right into awkwardness.
❛ I don’t know, maybe because you’re sitting alone out here and don’t bless us with your attendance downstairs? ❜ Robert shrugged and leaned against the fire escape. Although he hadn’t been around that much he noticed that Magnus was lacking his usual... exuberance, and even though he couldn’t tell why he missed it. Somehow it felt as if someone had blown out a candle. ❛ And after you’ve seen the beauty of Idris, even New York City at night can’t decoy a Shadowhunter out of a training room. ❜
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"The risk I took was calculated…"
Or at least it was supposed to have been a calculated risk. But given the fact that there were not one, or even two of them but THREE of them he was starting to think that maybe he'd messed up somewhere along the line. Magic was finicky and one wrong word or mispronounced sentence meant something completely disastrous. Or what was going on in front of him was possible. This was — he didn't even know how to put his disaster into words. There weren't supposed to be three of them together and yet there they were. Magnus knew what would happen should the Clave get wind of this. Someone would end up getting into trouble or worse and that wasn't something he was ready to deal with. Which meant the three of them needed to figure out what happened and how to get them back to their own realms. "But clearly i'm bad at maths."
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"You must leave immediately."
His first reaction should have been to ask how it was this was all possible. As far as he knew he hadn't had that many drinks at Pandemonium the previous night. And even if he had seeing double wasn't something that happened to him. At least not lately. It had happened quite a few times in the sixties but that was a time in his life that he rarely talked about. Not when a lot of strange things happened back then. So if this wasn't alcohol and he knew for certain it wasn't any sort of drugs, how was it he was seeing double of himself? Magnus knew there was a perfectly good explanation for it. Unfortunately, he couldn't explore it in that moment. He'd had clients showing up and it wouldn't do any good for them to see two of him. "As much as I'd love to figure out how we're both here I've got clients coming and you can't be here."
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