“What happened to you?” He asked the redhead as takes a few steps closer to really look over Clary. “Do you want me to help with the few cuts you do have?” He offered know that she would more then likely say no.
Clary bit her lip, not really wanting to talk about it. “I tripped.” she half-lied, looking away. “I’ve had worse, Magnus, I’ll be fine, I promise.” Right now she just needed to breathe after dealing with a fair amount of demons trying to attack the city. “How about some tea?”
knowing elliot wasn’t home was the very reason rayne had deemed his apartment SAFE to go to once she had finished her hunt. she could shower there and clean herself up without having to worry about him catching her and becoming suspicious. injuries could be explained away as work, the hazards of life as an fbi agent, but explaining away the bits of ghoul tangled in her hair? that was little harder. no, elliot didn’t know about her moonlighting as a hunter, and she’d keep up that LIEfor as long as she could.
then again, he hadn’t mentioned his werewolf situation to her so it was only fair.
stepping out of the bathroom, towel secured around herself, rayne stopped. she hadn’t caught the whole thing, but she knew what had happened and simply turned to face him. now was as good a time as any, she supposed.
composure was maintained, and lips simply curled into a smirk as her gaze settled on elliot. “isthat the kind of party we’re having then?”
Elliot paused as she watched him, completely unphased by the shift she’d seen at least part (if not all) of. He knew his eyes were still gold, and he moved closer to her, gold fading away to reveal the naturally hazel tones. By the gods, she was beautiful, and he wanted to touch. He closed the distance between them to kiss her deeply, arms encircling her waist. “It doesn’t bother you?” he asked in a whisper, licking his lips when he pulled away from her. HE was quiet for a moment, one hand toying along where the towel was tucked at her chest, wanting to see her so badly it seemed to ache in his soul. “I should have told you sooner, Rayne, but I…I didn’t want you to freak out and leave.” His voice was soft but there was a growl to it, pressing his body closer to hers, the towel the only thing keeping them from touching completely.
An offer to share clothing? Okay, Magnus must be dead. There was no way in hell that his cute neighbor was offering up his own clothes to wear, that was ridiculous. He probably froze to death in the hallway waiting for Ragnor, yes, that had to be it! “That’d be nice, thank you,” Magnus had seen the other two, although rather fleetingly, and he tended to avoid the blonde at all cost because he almost always had a surly expression on his face. “I’m Magnus, and the grumpy guy you’ve probably seen around is Ragnor. His parents adopted me when I was a kid, so I live with family, too.” It wasn’t like he really had a choice, the two had always been inseparable.
Cheeks a soft pink, Magnus followed Alec to the kitchen, uncertain and nervous. Head tilted curiously as Alec moved a sketchbook to the side, Magnus approached and touched careful fingertips to graphite covered paper. “Woah. These are amazing.” Well, he thought he’d said that in his head, but.
Alec smiled a little as he moved to get two tea cups down once the water was on. “I’ll be right back.” he assured. “Feel free to look around.” He went to his room, finding a long sleeved black shirt and black and blue plaid flanel pants, bringing them back out. “The bathroom is right there.” He pointed, handing the clothes over to Magnus. “The lawyer, right? Or is he a CEO?” he asked, pulling the tea pot off the stove and pouring the water over the little bags. He looked up and blushed a little, smiling. “Sometimes siblings make the best roommates.” he offered, moving to lean forward on the island as he waited for the tea to steep.
Dark blue eyes looked over and he smiled shyly, a blush on his cheeks. “Thank you. Fashion design isn’t usually my forte, it’s Izzy’s, but sometimes I have an idea and it comes out pretty decent. Izzy touches them up and she’s saving them for when she has enough for a compliation line.” he laughed a little and ran a hand through raven hair, licking his lips. “Most of my stuff in interior design and party planning. I plan to open a company once I graduate this spring. Two more classes.”
Elliot had been helping Rayne get a normal sleep pattern, eat right and the works, and he did his best to keep her from getting too close when the full moon called. He had enough control by now that he could stay in his apartment, but as he’d brought himself back from dark grey wolf to man – fully nude – he was startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening and Rayne stepping out. He’d forgotten that he’d given her a key. “Don’t freak out,” he said calmly.
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