@highwarlockkareena: alec and magnus on a demon hunting/circle mission being competitive shits about it
“how many was that again?”
it was a quiet whisper, breathless and laced with laughter there as they braced their shoulders against the passenger side of a car parked tight against the curb. alec’s breathing was coming heavy, rattling his torso every time he inhaled. his skin was hot, a sharp contrast against the cool night air and his body was pumped through with adrenaline making him zoned in on every god damn sound. he could feel his runes, the way they buzzed when activated, making his skin tingle and readying him, bow in hand and an arrow nocked against it.
alec was watching magnus, staring at the way he was half lost in shadow, half painted by the neon lights from the store fronts as they washed over his face and up the high spikes of his hair. he was grinning, one of those pleased with himself grins that shot straight through alec and alec couldn’t help but echo it, letting his gaze drip from magnus’s shining golden cat eyes down to the curve of his lower lip, burning pink under the lights.
“twelve five. don’t pretend you aren’t keeping track.” magnus replied, slightly less breathless, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness of the dark that surrounded them. somewhere around the corner there was a loud hiss, scuttling claws against the asphalt. it made all of alec’s senses perk up again, a little jolt rolling through his body. he knew magnus could hear it too.