Part of Alec had hoped that Magnus would be waiting for her even if she knew it was forbidden to think of a familiar as more than just a magical assistant. Magnus was her friend... more than that when they were alone. But as she'd waited for her mother to become bored with shoving her at every eligible prince, Alec couldn't help thinking of golden eyes and smiles that had a hint of fang.
Golden eyes that were bright that caught every reaction as Alec flailed over having her heart's desire show up even while terrified someone might hurt Magnus for being so close to her 'mistress.'
As her racing heart slowed to a calmer rhythm, she couldn't help smiling at the way her familiar had managed to sprawl on the lounge. "That means you want me to see you."
Which was obvious, but they both knew she meant it in another, more intimate way. Especially when the words were accompanied by a blush that brightened at the compliment.
For a moment, she fidgeted, almost crossing her arms over her chest, before realizing she'd look foolish doing so. "No I don't... there's too much cleavage showing and I don't have the right shape for it."
Isabelle would look stunning in it. She had the confidence and the looks to pull it off. The lace made it tasteful for someone her age, but the design hinted at femme fatale instead of the scholar that Alec yearned to become. The only part of the entire outfit was the corset and stockings that had been required to make her look like a proper sorceress... or make her look more attractive to potential suitors that Alec didn't want. "It's not meant for someone like me."
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Date: 2013-07-26 04:42 am (UTC)Golden eyes that were bright that caught every reaction as Alec flailed over having her heart's desire show up even while terrified someone might hurt Magnus for being so close to her 'mistress.'
As her racing heart slowed to a calmer rhythm, she couldn't help smiling at the way her familiar had managed to sprawl on the lounge. "That means you want me to see you."
Which was obvious, but they both knew she meant it in another, more intimate way. Especially when the words were accompanied by a blush that brightened at the compliment.
For a moment, she fidgeted, almost crossing her arms over her chest, before realizing she'd look foolish doing so. "No I don't... there's too much cleavage showing and I don't have the right shape for it."
Isabelle would look stunning in it. She had the confidence and the looks to pull it off. The lace made it tasteful for someone her age, but the design hinted at femme fatale instead of the scholar that Alec yearned to become. The only part of the entire outfit was the corset and stockings that had been required to make her look like a proper sorceress... or make her look more attractive to potential suitors that Alec didn't want. "It's not meant for someone like me."