[ it's nothing he hasn't said to magnus before, that he loves him, that he loves all the things about him, but-- when was the last time he's heard the words directed at himself? not since before his grandfather had died, and that had been.. a long time ago.
it makes his breath hitch in his chest, tight and frightened and painful, because a part of him is so afraid that he's fooling magnus. that he's not really worth his love, that he's just like his mother-- but that part of him quiets beneath his boyfriend's hands, drowned out by his certainty, their eyes meeting.
he curls his fingers in blond hair, surging forward to kiss him again, hard and searing and certain. he kisses him until the breath is burning in his lungs, and pulls away with a skittering, trembling breath. ]
I love you, too. I didn't think I was capable of-- of feeling like this for anyone.
[searing as it is, the kiss ignites him; makes that vulnerability they've created between them toughen up, into something solid and physically grabbable. which Magnus does, the arms around Alex's hips tightening, drawing him to the very edge of his seat as they kiss. Magnus thinks he might have just passed out instead of break apart, because the moment they do, he wants to swallow Alex's shivering breaths. he drags his eyes up from his boyfriend's lips to those beautiful, striking eyes, and feels -- luckier than anyone's ever felt in all the nine realms, he's sure of it]
[he wants to pull Alex that last inch, right into his lap, and hold him close and kiss him in gratitude and pure, unfettered happiness. his forearms tremble once behind Alex, but he can't quite make the move. not yet, but soon; soon he'll find the courage to press the two of them as close as he wants their hearts to be]
[a warm, loving smile finds its way to his face, unbidden]
Are you gonna push me if I say something cheesy like, I'm honoured.
[he's trying to pitch it like a joke, a soft place for Alex to land with all his broken feelings, but it comes out far too truthful, without the proper intonation, and not a joke at all. there's no hiding how he feels, in this respect -- he is honoured; he's not deserving, but then, he can't focus on that, doesn't care about that. not while he can wrap his arms around Alex Fierro, scourge of the 19th floor, beheader of men, and his boyfriend, who he desperately loves. Magnus tilts his head up, raining kisses on any skin he can reach, shy and insistent all at once]
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it makes his breath hitch in his chest, tight and frightened and painful, because a part of him is so afraid that he's fooling magnus. that he's not really worth his love, that he's just like his mother-- but that part of him quiets beneath his boyfriend's hands, drowned out by his certainty, their eyes meeting.
he curls his fingers in blond hair, surging forward to kiss him again, hard and searing and certain. he kisses him until the breath is burning in his lungs, and pulls away with a skittering, trembling breath. ]
I love you, too. I didn't think I was capable of-- of feeling like this for anyone.
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[he wants to pull Alex that last inch, right into his lap, and hold him close and kiss him in gratitude and pure, unfettered happiness. his forearms tremble once behind Alex, but he can't quite make the move. not yet, but soon; soon he'll find the courage to press the two of them as close as he wants their hearts to be]
[a warm, loving smile finds its way to his face, unbidden]
Are you gonna push me if I say something cheesy like, I'm honoured.
[he's trying to pitch it like a joke, a soft place for Alex to land with all his broken feelings, but it comes out far too truthful, without the proper intonation, and not a joke at all. there's no hiding how he feels, in this respect -- he is honoured; he's not deserving, but then, he can't focus on that, doesn't care about that. not while he can wrap his arms around Alex Fierro, scourge of the 19th floor, beheader of men, and his boyfriend, who he desperately loves. Magnus tilts his head up, raining kisses on any skin he can reach, shy and insistent all at once]