Magnus looked over at Alec, meeting his eyes, and felt some of his discomfort melting away at the confidence in his words. He could tell that something changed, though, as if he were distracted, and frowned. If it didn't warrant a comment, Magnus would ask him about it when they were home alone once again. For now, he consoled himself by threading his fingers between Alec's once again beneath the table.
"Dressing in black leather seems like a decent start," Magnus said with a teasing tone that was directed at Alec. "But looks aren't everything, so who could really say?" Clary may have been a very petite young woman, but there was a fierceness in her green eyes. "As Alec said, weapons or other times that could cause people harm are confiscated, which could explain your lack of any."
He sighed softly, wishing he remembered more about something that felt like such an important detail about himself. "I don't exactly remember," he said apologetically, deft fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. "Just that I can do magic. My existence, along with these demons, could suggest the possibility that other fantasies may actually be realities.
Blinking rapidly, as if suddenly hit with a thought, Magnus' eyes unfocused from where Clary sat across from him. "Shadowhunter," he echoed pensively, eyebrows pulling together in the shadow of a frown. The word left a bad taste on his tongue, yet Alec had used it to describe himself. "Children of Raziel," he added as the daze passed and he recalled more details. Looking over at Alec in awe, his face relaxed into a smile. "You're nephilim."
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"Dressing in black leather seems like a decent start," Magnus said with a teasing tone that was directed at Alec. "But looks aren't everything, so who could really say?" Clary may have been a very petite young woman, but there was a fierceness in her green eyes. "As Alec said, weapons or other times that could cause people harm are confiscated, which could explain your lack of any."
He sighed softly, wishing he remembered more about something that felt like such an important detail about himself. "I don't exactly remember," he said apologetically, deft fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. "Just that I can do magic. My existence, along with these demons, could suggest the possibility that other fantasies may actually be realities.
Blinking rapidly, as if suddenly hit with a thought, Magnus' eyes unfocused from where Clary sat across from him. "Shadowhunter," he echoed pensively, eyebrows pulling together in the shadow of a frown. The word left a bad taste on his tongue, yet Alec had used it to describe himself. "Children of Raziel," he added as the daze passed and he recalled more details. Looking over at Alec in awe, his face relaxed into a smile. "You're nephilim."