of scarlet hexes

The reassurance made him nod before he pressed his face to the crook of her neck, letting the contact reinforce her words. The more he had pressed against her, the more it reminded him that this was real, that she has come back, that they had won. He groaned softly before lifting his head to kiss along her jaw, his hands shifting so he could take her hands in his, letting them stay on her hips. “I love you. Always.”

“He wasn’t. But I checked there already.” He’d mentioned meeting her in the main training area but when he was late, she decided to try to seek him out. The corners of her mouth pulled into a little smile as she looked over the younger woman, “I figured he’d be with you if he was gonna be late. Or at least you’d know if something had come up.” Presumably with Barnes because Steve was more than a little over protective of his best friend, which Clint understood.

“I doubt it.” Mundanes were many things but they weren’t powerful enough to break through the angelic runes. Even the ones who thought they had magic couldn’t do anything. They were gifts from God and no magic could undo that sort of power. Though standing there he was curious to find out just what she thought she could do to drag him from the shadows of his rune. “Mundanes can’t break through the power of my runes,” Jace pointed out, offering another smirk to the other. That was something they all knew and had been taught as children; their runes were more powerful than magic. Unfortunately, they couldn’t keep them alive should magic fatally injure them but he knew it would keep him safe in the shadows. Cocking his head slightly he wondered just why she wanted to know what it was he hunted. “Things that go bump in the night for mundanes. The monsters under the bed. Or just another night in Brooklyn.”

“I’m guessing you’ve never travelled between realms before.” Her reaction told him all he needed to know and he knew that he needed to usher her to his couch. As she stood there he could tell she was starting to turn a little green and the last thing he needed was for her pass out there in his loft. Not when his floor wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. “Why don’t you sit down,” he offered, motioning for her to sit on his couch. Once done, Magnus knew he could conjure some tea for her, or maybe coffee if that helped her settle. Given the fact she was a warlock like himself surprises weren’t something they enjoyed and he didn’t need her to do something that would attract the Clave’s attention. “Normally seelies are the guardians to other realms but sometimes immense emotion can open up a portal.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard of something like that happening but it was the first time someone had no idea they’d done such a thing. Was she truly a warlock like himself? Or was she something completely different? He didn’t know but he was more than capable of protecting himself should she lash out again. “Would you like some tea? Or maybe some coffee?”

Wanda was pushing her limits too far. She could tell even as she kept pushing them. This couldn't be happening, and yet it was. She was here, and everyone she knew was somewhere else. Wanda pushed herself away from the window as she felt the first trickle of blood come from her nose. Definitely past acceptable limits. She stumbled her way over to the couch, trying not to bleed on anything. "I prefer tea to coffee." It was easier to focus on the mundane than it was to try and process everything else that the warlock? was saying.