"Black for hunting through the night," he recited absentmindedly, hoping that saying the phrase aloud might help one of them remember what the runes meant or why Clary was drawing demons in her sketchbook. Staring at the page in front of him, he willed some memory to surface but everything was frustratingly blank except the few things he instinctively knew. Glancing up, he gave Clary a confused look. "What's D&D?"
Reaching for one of the cookies, Alec began breaking it into bits, not realizing he'd offered pieces to both of them until suddenly knew that he'd done the same thing for his siblings. Had there not been enough food when they grew up or was it just automatic to share with those around him? "All the stories are true."
The words felt as right as the nurary rhyme had. It was part of his childhood. It was one reason why Magnus' magic hadn't frightened him. Magic was commonplace to him just like the marks on his skin.
About to take a bite from his piece of the cookie, he scowled as he tried to figure out what Clary meant. Before he could ask, she apologized and he glanced over at Magnus. "If other fantasies are true, that would explain some of my scars." There were too many of them to pretend that they were from a normal life. The ones across his chest looked like he'd been clawed up by something large and terrifying.
"Not Children of God. Children of the Angel." The words were said slowly as he tested them, realizing that they felt right. Looking over at Magnus, he wasn't quite sure if he liked the look his husband was giving him. Being part angel seemed normal but for some reason seeing that awe made him realize he'd never live up to the image that 'Nephilim' implied. "Being a Shadowhunter doesn't change who I am." Or who he loved, but he'd wait to tell Magnus that later.
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Reaching for one of the cookies, Alec began breaking it into bits, not realizing he'd offered pieces to both of them until suddenly knew that he'd done the same thing for his siblings. Had there not been enough food when they grew up or was it just automatic to share with those around him? "All the stories are true."
The words felt as right as the nurary rhyme had. It was part of his childhood. It was one reason why Magnus' magic hadn't frightened him. Magic was commonplace to him just like the marks on his skin.
About to take a bite from his piece of the cookie, he scowled as he tried to figure out what Clary meant. Before he could ask, she apologized and he glanced over at Magnus. "If other fantasies are true, that would explain some of my scars." There were too many of them to pretend that they were from a normal life. The ones across his chest looked like he'd been clawed up by something large and terrifying.
"Not Children of God. Children of the Angel." The words were said slowly as he tested them, realizing that they felt right. Looking over at Magnus, he wasn't quite sure if he liked the look his husband was giving him. Being part angel seemed normal but for some reason seeing that awe made him realize he'd never live up to the image that 'Nephilim' implied. "Being a Shadowhunter doesn't change who I am." Or who he loved, but he'd wait to tell Magnus that later.