"You've reached the fabulous High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane. If it's important, leave your name and number and I'll get back to you. If it's not, then stop wasting my time."
[ nervous. that is really the only way that you could describe Alec right now. everything about him screamed nervous energy and something that might almost be called fear.
almost.
it's hard to tell when he refuses to really look at the screen, fidgeting and letting his fingers work at the fraying hem of his dark gray jumper (Anatole was nice enough to gift him with well worn sweaters and not just hunting gear), a few more threads coming loose in his grip before he finally looks up. not right at the screen, but a little bit off, blue eyes constantly moving around.]
Magnus, I... [ he pauses, toys with the fraying hem a little more before he sighs and mumbles out, quickly.] I need to talk to you. And I'm sorry it took me this long and--
[ he stops himself. he really doesn't have an excuse beyond that of his fear, and the guilt that has been curling around his lungs and pressing him down since before he even got to this place, making it almost impossible to breathe without a painful reminder of what he had messed up.]
Can you-- can you meet me at the ruins? Please?
[ he look sup on the please,lets the desperation and fear speak for itself.]
[ To be perfectly honest, the first thing he wants to do is yell. He's not very happy, having spent these three weeks being outright ignored by his own boyfriend, for no real reason, as far as he could see. They'd been snippy with each other on that first night, but that didn't warrant the cold shoulder.
Something stops him, though. It's the look that's etched into Alec's face, the waver and tone of his voice. It gives him pause long enough to reevaluate the situation and decide that perhaps this time, anger isn't the path to take.
It would have been so easy to just be mad. But now he can't bring himself to voice it.
He still doesn't look pleased, though. His expression is quietly subdued as he watches, and his tone is the same when he responds. ]
I'll be there.
[ What else is he supposed to say to that? There is nothing to say, not anything that isn't snarky or cold, which is what he's trying to avoid right now. This is progress, though. Maybe not good progress, but progress all the same. ]
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almost.
it's hard to tell when he refuses to really look at the screen, fidgeting and letting his fingers work at the fraying hem of his dark gray jumper (Anatole was nice enough to gift him with well worn sweaters and not just hunting gear), a few more threads coming loose in his grip before he finally looks up. not right at the screen, but a little bit off, blue eyes constantly moving around.]
Magnus, I... [ he pauses, toys with the fraying hem a little more before he sighs and mumbles out, quickly.] I need to talk to you. And I'm sorry it took me this long and--
[ he stops himself. he really doesn't have an excuse beyond that of his fear, and the guilt that has been curling around his lungs and pressing him down since before he even got to this place, making it almost impossible to breathe without a painful reminder of what he had messed up.]
Can you-- can you meet me at the ruins? Please?
[ he look sup on the please,lets the desperation and fear speak for itself.]
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Something stops him, though. It's the look that's etched into Alec's face, the waver and tone of his voice. It gives him pause long enough to reevaluate the situation and decide that perhaps this time, anger isn't the path to take.
It would have been so easy to just be mad. But now he can't bring himself to voice it.
He still doesn't look pleased, though. His expression is quietly subdued as he watches, and his tone is the same when he responds. ]
I'll be there.
[ What else is he supposed to say to that? There is nothing to say, not anything that isn't snarky or cold, which is what he's trying to avoid right now. This is progress, though. Maybe not good progress, but progress all the same. ]