[ There was that word again: demon. Alec spoke as if demons were a real thing, and it kept coming up. V's head was still swimming so he wasn't really piecing together the whole magic runes bullshit and demons together. He had a response forming in his mind, but he was too focused on the task he was on to remember to actually open his mouth and say it.
The way that Alec drunkenly jabbed a finger at his side and almost got in the way of his work made V smile a little. The complete inability of Alec to hold his alcohol was probably one of the cutest things that V had seen in quite some time. Everyone back home that he spent time with was just as hardened a drinker as he was. He was momentarily distracted by Alec pulling his shirt up - so much so that for a moment that he stopped what he was doing just to take him in before hurriedly continuing. His smile faded as he vaguely (leaving out literally all context and details) explained Gabe. ]
I... Wish it didn't have to end that way, [ was all he managed to get out. It was clear that V still held a lot of grief with regards to this though it was maybe hard to tell if it was over him hurting Gabe or at whatever betrayal Gabe committed against him. V finished with the wound and hesitated a moment, then reached over and gently traced over the calm anger rune with his fingers. V knew what his sad, lonely, drunk self wanted, and he knew that he should absolutely not do it. So he pulled away from Alec and packed the first aid kit up and slid it away, leaning heavily against the foot of the bed back in his original position with a sigh. ]
So... Demons? Fire and brimstone living in Hell demons? [ V huffed in what was suspiciously close to a chuckle, smiling a little. ] This gonna end up some cheesy angel pickup line?
[This time the goosebumps that prickle up against Alec's skin in the wake of V's touch are accompanied by a hitch in his breath, both because he hadn't seen it coming and because it yanks him out of overthinking about V's tone and the subject matter. It feels strangely intimate: Jace drew the majority of his runes (as Parabatai traditionally do for one another), but even at their most sickeningly codependent when their bond was still brand new and so overwhelming, it was always a utilitarian act of preparation. And, you know, burning. Unpleasant to place and to activate. Either way, the battle itself was where all of the intimacy really took place, which is about right for a society as fucked up as theirs: it was in the shared heartbeat, instincts, pain and adrenaline and a thousand other things Alec could never really hope to explain before or after finally coming out of the closet.
But here, now, there's no reason for V to touch any of the black lines on Alec's skin, certainly not to trace their shape, and somehow that makes all the difference in how it feels to him. But by the time Alec manages to peel his face back out of V's sheets to turn and look at him, V is back in his previous spot.
And asking very embarrassing questions. He'll get to the demon thing in a second, but right now:] What? We don't have cheesy pickup lines. [That is admittedly because most Shadowhunters would never hit on anyone outside of their group, so angel-related come ons would be totally pointless.
He is very deeply in denial about the fact that Jace absolutely has used some truly heinous ones in his hearing, but Jace could have said the smoothest thing in the world to a woman and Alec would still hate it with his whole being. And anyway, he used to mostly try to escape any given situation before the flirting truly began, just so he wouldn't start biting heads off in a jealous snit and make himself look suspicious (more suspicious. Shh.)] Yeah, demons. Didn't you wonder why my eyes were black? [Alec threw a knife at the man, he probably didn't have time to ask many questions. But that's a minor detail, clearly.]
[ V's little smile faded as he considered Alec's first response. He didn't deny that he was an angel - he definitely picked up on that - but it wasn't quite hitting him just what that meant. There was more and more mounting evidence that either Alec was absolutely delusion and that V should run, or Alec was being completely and entirely honest with him and he really did come from a world where he had magic power burn scars and demons and he was an angel. Which, being honest, being an angel would certainly explain why he was pretty, and maybe why he was a bit of an ass. V'd always thought that the religious types were a bit pretentious.
He didn't manage to get his response before Alec continued on to confirm that he was talking about actual literal Hell-dwelling demons, the kind the priests warned V about when he was a kid. The question about his eyes made V snort. Unbelievable: the guy was asking if V'd bothered to pay attention to the color of his eyes while his body was being puppeted by a demon that threw a knife at him and then tried to beat the ever-living shit out of him. As he considered this, his snort turned into giggling. It was just so fucking absurd! He collected himself enough to stifle his giggles, and his head swung to the side so that he could look at Alec. ]
So... You didn't deny bein' an angel. That mean you're gonna be my angel? [ If Alec wasn't going to make the incredibly contrived pickup line, V would. Whatever reaction that got out of Alec made V giggle more, though it was clear he was trying to stifle them (it wasn't working very well). ] Next time your body's being driven by a demon I'll be sure to pull you in real close'n gaze real deep in your eyes. But, uh, that shouldn't happen again, right? On account'f you bein' my angel?
[ V was trying so very hard to keep a straight face and be serious but he was far too drunk to possibly keep himself contained. ]
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Date: 2022-10-07 03:22 am (UTC)The way that Alec drunkenly jabbed a finger at his side and almost got in the way of his work made V smile a little. The complete inability of Alec to hold his alcohol was probably one of the cutest things that V had seen in quite some time. Everyone back home that he spent time with was just as hardened a drinker as he was. He was momentarily distracted by Alec pulling his shirt up - so much so that for a moment that he stopped what he was doing just to take him in before hurriedly continuing. His smile faded as he vaguely (leaving out literally all context and details) explained Gabe. ]
I... Wish it didn't have to end that way, [ was all he managed to get out. It was clear that V still held a lot of grief with regards to this though it was maybe hard to tell if it was over him hurting Gabe or at whatever betrayal Gabe committed against him. V finished with the wound and hesitated a moment, then reached over and gently traced over the calm anger rune with his fingers. V knew what his sad, lonely, drunk self wanted, and he knew that he should absolutely not do it. So he pulled away from Alec and packed the first aid kit up and slid it away, leaning heavily against the foot of the bed back in his original position with a sigh. ]
So... Demons? Fire and brimstone living in Hell demons? [ V huffed in what was suspiciously close to a chuckle, smiling a little. ] This gonna end up some cheesy angel pickup line?
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Date: 2022-10-07 06:16 pm (UTC)But here, now, there's no reason for V to touch any of the black lines on Alec's skin, certainly not to trace their shape, and somehow that makes all the difference in how it feels to him. But by the time Alec manages to peel his face back out of V's sheets to turn and look at him, V is back in his previous spot.
And asking very embarrassing questions. He'll get to the demon thing in a second, but right now:] What? We don't have cheesy pickup lines. [That is admittedly because most Shadowhunters would never hit on anyone outside of their group, so angel-related come ons would be totally pointless.
He is very deeply in denial about the fact that Jace absolutely has used some truly heinous ones in his hearing, but Jace could have said the smoothest thing in the world to a woman and Alec would still hate it with his whole being. And anyway, he used to mostly try to escape any given situation before the flirting truly began, just so he wouldn't start biting heads off in a jealous snit and make himself look suspicious (more suspicious. Shh.)] Yeah, demons. Didn't you wonder why my eyes were black? [Alec threw a knife at the man, he probably didn't have time to ask many questions. But that's a minor detail, clearly.]
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Date: 2022-10-08 03:18 am (UTC)He didn't manage to get his response before Alec continued on to confirm that he was talking about actual literal Hell-dwelling demons, the kind the priests warned V about when he was a kid. The question about his eyes made V snort. Unbelievable: the guy was asking if V'd bothered to pay attention to the color of his eyes while his body was being puppeted by a demon that threw a knife at him and then tried to beat the ever-living shit out of him. As he considered this, his snort turned into giggling. It was just so fucking absurd! He collected himself enough to stifle his giggles, and his head swung to the side so that he could look at Alec. ]
So... You didn't deny bein' an angel. That mean you're gonna be my angel? [ If Alec wasn't going to make the incredibly contrived pickup line, V would. Whatever reaction that got out of Alec made V giggle more, though it was clear he was trying to stifle them (it wasn't working very well). ] Next time your body's being driven by a demon I'll be sure to pull you in real close'n gaze real deep in your eyes. But, uh, that shouldn't happen again, right? On account'f you bein' my angel?
[ V was trying so very hard to keep a straight face and be serious but he was far too drunk to possibly keep himself contained. ]