“They say time heals all
wounds, but that
presumes the source of the
grief is finite.”
Magnus Bane.
High warlock of Brooklyn.
Freewheeling bisexual.
18+
Descriptive.
and even as i'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, i wish i were kissing him. wanting more, more, more, more, like i can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.
@SaltyRigidity - a moment he shifts himself into an upright position, noticeably less graceful than usual, and accepts his hand to rise to his feet. He sways briefly, leaning into Alec for support.
“That was not lack of balance, before you comment. It was a tactical swoon into your arms.”
The door clicks softly behind him as he enters the loft, the sound interrupting the silence.
The first thing Magnus notices is the shape of a person on his sofa, all long lines and stubborn tension - and, obviously, no blanket or pillow. Typical. Apparently
(@SaltyRigidity) -
@SaltyRigidity - too much, my adorable Shadowhunter.” He adds, pouting at the loss of contact when Alec releases him in favour of standing up. He stares at the offered hand with a soft frown of betrayal, the hint of a pout on his lips.
“Hey, I wasn’t quite finished with our cuddle.”
After -