Amber eyes slipped over his face in curiosity as she tried to figure that out. Alec would follow Jace into hellfire if he had to. Part of her believed Jace would for Alec. Or she hoped. Either way, she knew she would. She would follow Alec even as he followed his crazy risk taking parabatai into hello. "You are a brave soul and far too kind sometimes. Do you know this?"
Gently nudging Alec into the chair, she sat as primly as she could on the arm of the chair peering down at him. "I would do anything to ensure you were safe... even follow certain daft blonde's to their perilous death." The affection glinted in her eyes as she finally gave in to temptation as she was often wont to do. Reaching out, her slender fingers softly brushed his hair from his face sweetly. The question caused a hint of a blush to tint her cheeks as her other hand reflexively touched the bruise on her face. His touch when he healed her... that was what she wished for. "I will not refuse should you wish to do so."
A soft laugh left her as she brushed his ear in the motion to slip his hair behind it. "Charlotte would be feint of heart at the mere idea... Will would insist that I was just a small boy to be ignored." She angled her head and winked at him. "I would risk it for you."
Then the blush increased furiously in her face as he returned the hopeful flirtation. Something she'd figure he'd brush aside. Instead he went further with it. The smile that pulled at her lips lit up her golden eyes before she bent down and kissed his hair. "I do not mind. Not in the least. And I will happily come to your window nightly until you ask me to stop."
Watching his eyes drift to the rub in embarrassment, she slipped down to the same rug to rest on her knees. Breathing in slowly, she purposely changed the subject for him. Tipping her head, she pushed her raven hair back to show the edges of the bruise that curled about the jawline. "He must have been in a nasty mood. He doesn't normally get hits in that hard on my face. I think he regretted it. When I refused to let him mark me, he ran out of the training room." The Herondale marched out growling about her being a stubborn girl before yelling that she should let people heal her. But that was something she didn't allow. They all knew that. She only let them when it already hurt more than a mark would.
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Gently nudging Alec into the chair, she sat as primly as she could on the arm of the chair peering down at him. "I would do anything to ensure you were safe... even follow certain daft blonde's to their perilous death." The affection glinted in her eyes as she finally gave in to temptation as she was often wont to do. Reaching out, her slender fingers softly brushed his hair from his face sweetly. The question caused a hint of a blush to tint her cheeks as her other hand reflexively touched the bruise on her face. His touch when he healed her... that was what she wished for. "I will not refuse should you wish to do so."
A soft laugh left her as she brushed his ear in the motion to slip his hair behind it. "Charlotte would be feint of heart at the mere idea... Will would insist that I was just a small boy to be ignored." She angled her head and winked at him. "I would risk it for you."
Then the blush increased furiously in her face as he returned the hopeful flirtation. Something she'd figure he'd brush aside. Instead he went further with it. The smile that pulled at her lips lit up her golden eyes before she bent down and kissed his hair. "I do not mind. Not in the least. And I will happily come to your window nightly until you ask me to stop."
Watching his eyes drift to the rub in embarrassment, she slipped down to the same rug to rest on her knees. Breathing in slowly, she purposely changed the subject for him. Tipping her head, she pushed her raven hair back to show the edges of the bruise that curled about the jawline. "He must have been in a nasty mood. He doesn't normally get hits in that hard on my face. I think he regretted it. When I refused to let him mark me, he ran out of the training room." The Herondale marched out growling about her being a stubborn girl before yelling that she should let people heal her. But that was something she didn't allow. They all knew that. She only let them when it already hurt more than a mark would.