Magnus had promised two minutes as his ETA. OK, so it ended up being more like five, considering how slick the icy walk was. He thought the tread in his boots was supposed to prevent near-falls, but obviously not, because he kept wobbling like a novice drag queen in heels.
Finally reaching the sanctity of their old cottage, Magnus threw back his hood in relief and unlocked the front door, rushing through the living room - eager to avoid any unwelcome encounters with the roommates or unexpected freeloaders, and he took the stairs three at a time, grateful to have exceptionally long legs.
Letting himself in their bedroom, Magnus threw off his coat en route to the bed, fawning over his sick boyfriend.
"Darling, you look awful." It was pitiful. It was also cute, in a warped way, sick, helpless shadowhunter. But he wasn't going to say that and make Alec feel worse.
Alec wasn't sure if he was flushing a little at Magnus's words, probably because his face all ready felt hot enough due to the fever he was almost positive he had. Of course, he did feel a little embarrassed (and something else)... he hadn't had anyone fuss over him like this since he was little and had contracted the chicken pox after begging his mother to take him to a mundane cafe.
He looked up as the warlock came closer to the bed and managed a small smile. "I look that bad, huh?"
"I can feel the heat coming off your skin," Magnus admitted. It was strange. Alec's skin was usually cool or maybe a touch warm, but not burning up like this.
The warlock reached out and ran his palm over the air above Alec's exposed chest, just feeling for the extreme body heat radiating against the skin of his own hand.
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Finally reaching the sanctity of their old cottage, Magnus threw back his hood in relief and unlocked the front door, rushing through the living room - eager to avoid any unwelcome encounters with the roommates or unexpected freeloaders, and he took the stairs three at a time, grateful to have exceptionally long legs.
Letting himself in their bedroom, Magnus threw off his coat en route to the bed, fawning over his sick boyfriend.
"Darling, you look awful." It was pitiful. It was also cute, in a warped way, sick, helpless shadowhunter. But he wasn't going to say that and make Alec feel worse.
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He looked up as the warlock came closer to the bed and managed a small smile. "I look that bad, huh?"
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The warlock reached out and ran his palm over the air above Alec's exposed chest, just feeling for the extreme body heat radiating against the skin of his own hand.
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"Where were you?" He sounded merely curious not suspicious. He had missed the warlock.
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