"Not me, us. Someone thought there was something wrong with us because of what we are," he corrected softly as Magnus soothed away the residual wariness that was causing Alec's self-control to slip. Not just his, he realized when he felt the tingle of flames around his hands. Magnus' magic felt so normal to him, he hadn't even noticed that his hands had been wrapped in flame until his husband swore. Thankfully, Clary was the only one who would have seen the evidence that Magnus wasn't a Mundane.
Why did he label people as 'Mundane'? Alec wasn't even sure what it meant but he knew the three of them weren't Mundanes but he wasn't sure what they were.
Looking at Clary and Magnus, his expression was apologetic and confused. Even with the partial explanation he'd given, he didn't understand the reason for the outburst. It felt right but he knew that Clary didn't intent to hurt either one of them. He was still suspicious, but Alec wasn't sure if that was directed at Clary, her situation, or the memory loss that seemed to be so common in town. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like that. Or to cause you to slip, Magnus." Wrapping a hand carefully around his teacup, he let his mind drift, trying to find a reason for his defensiveness. "Someone thought we were monsters," he said slowly, testing the explanation. "They were going to hurt us for what we are. That might be why we're here." That didn't seem quite right but it also felt partially true.
Taking Magnus' hand again to give comfort and to show his husband that his magic didn't frighten him, he let their joined hands rest on his thigh beneath the table so no one would notice if there were any more displays of power. "It does feel familiar and Magnus is right. What you drew are demons. I don't know why we know that, but I know it's right."
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Why did he label people as 'Mundane'? Alec wasn't even sure what it meant but he knew the three of them weren't Mundanes but he wasn't sure what they were.
Looking at Clary and Magnus, his expression was apologetic and confused. Even with the partial explanation he'd given, he didn't understand the reason for the outburst. It felt right but he knew that Clary didn't intent to hurt either one of them. He was still suspicious, but Alec wasn't sure if that was directed at Clary, her situation, or the memory loss that seemed to be so common in town. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like that. Or to cause you to slip, Magnus." Wrapping a hand carefully around his teacup, he let his mind drift, trying to find a reason for his defensiveness. "Someone thought we were monsters," he said slowly, testing the explanation. "They were going to hurt us for what we are. That might be why we're here." That didn't seem quite right but it also felt partially true.
Taking Magnus' hand again to give comfort and to show his husband that his magic didn't frighten him, he let their joined hands rest on his thigh beneath the table so no one would notice if there were any more displays of power. "It does feel familiar and Magnus is right. What you drew are demons. I don't know why we know that, but I know it's right."