( It takes Alec a moment to gather himself. His heart is racing in his chest and he feels shaky and weak but wholly and utterly satisfied. The words Magnus whispers against his skin, you’re perfect, have Alec’s heart skipping a beat and lodging itself somewhere in his throat. He feels genuinely happy as he so rarely does and it’s overwhelming. His chest feels tight with emotion and he lets out an unsteady breath. Alec’s voice, when he can speak isn’t much better. )
Not even close. Not compared to you. That was... ( His voice trails off as he tries to think of a word to describe what just happened between them. He turns his head slightly, lips pressed reverently against Magnus’ temple. The word “magic” comes to mind. He wants to say it was like Magnus was using his magic, everything enhanced and electric but he knew it wasn’t magic, not the warlock kind anyway. That was the two of them and a testament to what they had, what they were to each other. Still magic maybe, in a different sense.
Instead, Alec says the only words that seem to matter, what he knows to be absolutely true beyond any shadow of a doubt. )
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Not even close. Not compared to you. That was... ( His voice trails off as he tries to think of a word to describe what just happened between them. He turns his head slightly, lips pressed reverently against Magnus’ temple. The word “magic” comes to mind. He wants to say it was like Magnus was using his magic, everything enhanced and electric but he knew it wasn’t magic, not the warlock kind anyway. That was the two of them and a testament to what they had, what they were to each other. Still magic maybe, in a different sense.
Instead, Alec says the only words that seem to matter, what he knows to be absolutely true beyond any shadow of a doubt. )
Magnus, I love you.