Jun 28, 2015
"Morning?"
Alec hadn’t been expecting anyone to be in the kitchen that time of morning, so blue eyes were glazed over as he waited for the coffee machine to finish churning out the brown elixir, patient for its energy to dance upon his tongue – buzz through him.
So when a voice sounded behind him, the young shadowhunter (ever the vigilant man) started and spun to meet the intrusion of his morning haze; instantly it was gone.
“Morning.” The word poured from his lips as he tugged at his shirt, discrete. “I thought you were supposed to be in Idris until tomorrow?”
