IN OUR BLOOD *

Deep breaths, it’s okay. This is Jace after all. Not some random shadowhunter. The nephalem knows that he won’t judge, not like the others. On the count of three--one, two...

Three.

“Jace.” Sometimes he wonders about the blonde, becomes temporarily concerned that his twin brother is bonded to this man right here. “You know I got work to do.” Not that he’s quick to pry the shadowhunter off of him, instead he just stands there and waits--if Jace wants to continue hanging on, then let him. It’s not like this wasn’t the first time this happened.

Jace: -in the coffin- STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD.

Magnus: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

Smooches for both Eros too!

“Oh.” Oh. He wasn’t expecting that, especially from the High Warlock of Brooklyn himself. “I didn’t think--” Feeling his cheeks go a bit warm, Corvus could only rub the back of his head. “I didn’t think you saw me that way.”

“You.. actually like’em?” The thought was mindboggling to the nephalem. No one ever said that to him, especially shadowhunters.