Smoothing a hand up the inside of Alec's forearm, Magnus hoped to comfort him without too much intimacy. He could vaguely remember the loathsome feeling of being discriminated against, and yet he wasn't entirely sure if it was for the same reason that Alec seemed to believe. It puzzled him more deeply than Alec's outburst or his show of magic in front of Clary, let alone anyone else in the shop whose eyes had been drawn by the raising of voices. "You are not a monster," he said to Alec, fingers tightening against his arm as his cat eyes darted around the room. He spoke with conviction, and yet there was a clear emphasis on the pronoun—you rather than we. Lashes fluttering as he blinked rapidly, a spell which seemed to come as naturally as breathing settled down over his eyes and disguised them as a common brown without Magnus being aware of the change.
"I'm fine, biscuit," he said, back to a cheerful tone as he lifted both hands and wiggled his fingers in the air. He settled them back on the table so he could raise his cup and once again sip his tea. "No harm done. I wish we knew enough to help you remember, but luckily the memories return over time." Already he and Alec had recalled several details of their lives here, even if the specifics of living in New York were hazy.
Glancing down at his hand as Alec took it, he smiled when it didn't surprise him. Alec had never shown fear of his magic, and in fact it had seemed to draw him closer to Magnus when they were reunited after being discharged from the hospital. "I've been thinking," he said slowly as if the thought were still formulating in his mind as he absentmindedly drew shapes into the palm of Alec's hand. "Alec has mentioned hunting more than once, and plenty of his possessions seem to be some kind of," he paused, turning his hand in the air as he searched for the word, "Gear, all of which have those runes on them. Perhaps there is a connection between that and your demons." He gestured towards the sketchbook while scooting his chair slightly closer to Alec's. "If I'm a warlock, it wouldn't be difficult to imagine the two of you being demon hunters."
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"I'm fine, biscuit," he said, back to a cheerful tone as he lifted both hands and wiggled his fingers in the air. He settled them back on the table so he could raise his cup and once again sip his tea. "No harm done. I wish we knew enough to help you remember, but luckily the memories return over time." Already he and Alec had recalled several details of their lives here, even if the specifics of living in New York were hazy.
Glancing down at his hand as Alec took it, he smiled when it didn't surprise him. Alec had never shown fear of his magic, and in fact it had seemed to draw him closer to Magnus when they were reunited after being discharged from the hospital. "I've been thinking," he said slowly as if the thought were still formulating in his mind as he absentmindedly drew shapes into the palm of Alec's hand. "Alec has mentioned hunting more than once, and plenty of his possessions seem to be some kind of," he paused, turning his hand in the air as he searched for the word, "Gear, all of which have those runes on them. Perhaps there is a connection between that and your demons." He gestured towards the sketchbook while scooting his chair slightly closer to Alec's. "If I'm a warlock, it wouldn't be difficult to imagine the two of you being demon hunters."