- Alexander, stop looking as if you saw an angel," Magnus once laughed, removing the traces of it from his loft after the demon's call. Of course, with the help of magic. And, since the ritual of conscription required a lot of effort, Bane did not impose glamour, so the eyes were cat's eyes. Fortunately, he almost ceased to be ashamed of this mark in front of his beloved, although still internally flinched from direct contact with the views. Purple magic reflections danced on the palms of his hands, moving easily and smoothly, making graceful passes. Alexander put down the bow and quiver, approaching the magician, without taking his eyes off his hands. He seized the moment when Magnus, weary of witchcraft, shaken his hands, removing the traces of magic, and intercepted a dark palm, gently squeezing in his own. They were so different - Magnus had soft, well-groomed, sandal-smelling sandals, while Alec's were pale, blistering, and scarred. The hunter leaned down with his lips against his long fingers, feeling the magician's barely noticeable shiver. The skin still kept a strange warmth from the magic that tingled his lips pleasantly.
- I see a more incredible miracle than any Angel," Lightwood said with a smile, holding Magnus' hand to his cheek. Bane gently ran over his skin, reactivating magic, removing the fatigue of the day from his beloved Hunter, and at the same time healed the cut on his temple.
- Did Goldilocks put his hands together again? - Magnus asked Magnus harshly, realizing that the demon couldn't leave such a trace, so Jace crossed the line at the training session.
- No, Izzy hit it by accident," Alec answered, sighing blissfully.
- Well, it wouldn't hurt to punish a blonde for prevention," Bane said lightly, taking his hand away, but leaving a chaste kiss on other people's lips, returning to cleaning.
- Don't pick on him," Lightwood sighed, knowing it wouldn't change anything anyway. He sat down on the couch, watching his beautiful lover, who worked a miracle out of nothing.
When Magnus had finally finished, he fell tired on the couch, and Miao knelt on his knees, demanding his portion of attention. The magician gladly began to iron the purring cat and did not notice how he sat down Alec. The hunter kissed Bane on the cheek and handed him a cup of aromatic tea.
- You've done a good job today," said Alexander gently, grabbing Miao's hand to start stroking it yourself. The cat looked dissatisfied at the guy who had taken away his pleasure, but did not get off his warm knees. And Magnus himself, like a cat, almost rumbled with soft touch. At one time he hated himself for his curse, being a magician was hard and disgusting. Sometimes Bane would return to that time, but now everything was meaningless. For many decades, he finally had someone who took Magnus as he is - with all the passions, fears and ugliness. Alec taught not to be ashamed of his demonic nature and even love her.
Because it is impossible not to love when you are always looked at so admiringly and openly, and most importantly - do not require anything, just giving yourself away.
Magnus moved closer to Alexander, touching his shoulders, intertwining his fingers. Purple flashes of violet walked along the clenched palms of his hands, warming them up.
For them there is no greater miracle than their love.
Day 7. Blows (Sonchen/Jien)
The first blow turns out to be blurry and insecure, more impulsive and broken, based on the desire to throw out emotions rather than cause harm. Sonchen's head bends sideways, as in the case of a free doll. He doesn't care if he is beaten, the alcohol in his blood has so relaxed and calmed him down that he was ready to get kicked too. Jien's face, distorted by rage, was blurred, and shouts and screams, filled with anger and anger, did not reach consciousness.
Why are they mad at him this time? Did he drink too much again? Did he say something wrong at the interview? Missed the tape? Forgot about a date?
The second blow is impulsive again, but it's already targeted, and it's not like the previous one, and it's aimed at the face of drunk Sonken. The head now swings again in the other direction, the man blinks slowly, as if coming to his senses, and looks more meaningfully at the trembling from the overflowing anger of Jien. His face is blushing, his chest often rises as if after a marathon, his eyes shine feverishly and his lips are distorted by a rock.
- Beautiful," says Sonchen, a drunkard, barely touching the shaking hand, which has traces on its knuckles.
The third blow is clearer and sharper, and the pain is a little sobering. The sonchen falls on the sofa, unable to keep his balance. He barely touches the cheek on which the bruise appears. Giane rubs her wrist, stubbornly pressing her lips and looking down on the horseradish from top to bottom, which is not capable of any resistance.
... to be continued in the next part