Alec knew that they were being one of those couples that in the past he'd found obnoxious while secretly envying their happiness. They should rein in the PDA, especially when they were trying to figure out the connection binding the three of them, but the freedom to be himself with Magnus was something that he hadn't had before. He wasn't going to hide his feelings when they needed each other and no one in town cared if two men held hands in public.
"We're not monsters," he corrected, voice trailing off when something happened to Magnus' eyes. For a moment, he thought something happened related to the accident, but it felt perfectly normal to see Magnus' eyes shift from gold to brown. Glamour. Something as normal a breathing for Magnus.
"What would a demon hunter look like?" There was only curiosity in his tone. The idea that Clary hunted monsters like the ones in her sketches seemed unlikely but they did have similar possessions and marks.
"My weapons are at the police station. I'm supposed to get them back soon. I want my bow back." The rest were important but he felt like something important was missing without the bow, quiver, and arrows being nearby. Maybe the idea of being a demon hunter wasn't that outlandish if he missed his weapons so much.
Looking at Magnus, he considered the word warlock and the strange one that had lingered in the back of his mind. Returning his attention to Clary, there were two conflicting descriptions: Mundane and Shadowhunter. Which one was she and why were some people Mundanes? "I'm a Shadowhunter. I don't know what it means but I keep thinking of it in relation to the marks and the bow. And I keep remembering a nursery rhyme about hunting."
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"We're not monsters," he corrected, voice trailing off when something happened to Magnus' eyes. For a moment, he thought something happened related to the accident, but it felt perfectly normal to see Magnus' eyes shift from gold to brown. Glamour. Something as normal a breathing for Magnus.
"What would a demon hunter look like?" There was only curiosity in his tone. The idea that Clary hunted monsters like the ones in her sketches seemed unlikely but they did have similar possessions and marks.
"My weapons are at the police station. I'm supposed to get them back soon. I want my bow back." The rest were important but he felt like something important was missing without the bow, quiver, and arrows being nearby. Maybe the idea of being a demon hunter wasn't that outlandish if he missed his weapons so much.
Looking at Magnus, he considered the word warlock and the strange one that had lingered in the back of his mind. Returning his attention to Clary, there were two conflicting descriptions: Mundane and Shadowhunter. Which one was she and why were some people Mundanes? "I'm a Shadowhunter. I don't know what it means but I keep thinking of it in relation to the marks and the bow. And I keep remembering a nursery rhyme about hunting."