Alec Lightwood was far more frustrating than any Shadowhunter he'd ever met. Alive and undead. Normally that meant he would either get bored and move on or get pissed and...move on. Jace didn't kill anyone who didn't deserve it and being a frustrating, sarcastic, Shadowhunter with wild hair and intense eyes put Alec outside that category.
But he couldn't help wondering what ALec would taste like.
"Salty." He commented to himself, unmoving from his current laid back position, but not at all unaffected. The humor gone from his expression and his tone, Jace turned to stare into the fireplace. "I have experience dealing with Shadowhunters and Shadowhunter laws and culture. I happen to be in New York. Raphael asked me to come in his place." He turned to look at Alec again, the brightness in his eyes dulled by his mood. "I'm not a pyromaniac or a child. And it's not something you get used to. It's something you allow to happen or you fight against."
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Date: 2017-07-22 03:52 am (UTC)From:But he couldn't help wondering what ALec would taste like.
"Salty." He commented to himself, unmoving from his current laid back position, but not at all unaffected. The humor gone from his expression and his tone, Jace turned to stare into the fireplace. "I have experience dealing with Shadowhunters and Shadowhunter laws and culture. I happen to be in New York. Raphael asked me to come in his place." He turned to look at Alec again, the brightness in his eyes dulled by his mood. "I'm not a pyromaniac or a child. And it's not something you get used to. It's something you allow to happen or you fight against."