"Alexander," Magnus yelps, laughing, flailing a little until he gets a grip on Alec's shoulders, and then he settles in to enjoy the ride, smiling. "I could have walked," he points out, waving a hand at the candles to snuff them from a distance. He could have walked, but this is far more fun.
It's a relief to have that potion finished. Even if it isn't a substitute for yin fen, the way it's glowing shows that it's still a success, and it will be good for something. He'll find out in the morning what properties it has. For now, he wants to focus on this, on them. Alec is so good to him. Magnus does wonder sometimes what he'd done to deserve this. And a Shadowhunter. His first, in centuries of mundanes, Seelies, vampires, fellow warlocks.
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It's a relief to have that potion finished. Even if it isn't a substitute for yin fen, the way it's glowing shows that it's still a success, and it will be good for something. He'll find out in the morning what properties it has. For now, he wants to focus on this, on them. Alec is so good to him. Magnus does wonder sometimes what he'd done to deserve this. And a Shadowhunter. His first, in centuries of mundanes, Seelies, vampires, fellow warlocks.