[ If Magnus weren't focusing on healing minor injuries and reiterating his descriptions of Alec and Clary and basically just putting one foot in front of the other, he might be going slightly squirrely right now. Worry threatens to eat him alive from the inside out, but he puts his attention elsewhere as much as possible.
That is, until his body reminds him that he's just traveled through an inter-dimensional portal of some as-yet undetermined character, after opening one of his own, but before the celebratory lunch he had in mind to share with his husband for reasons he can't even properly think about right now. Either that or it's the only thing he can think. Alec is okay, he has to be okay. He's here somewhere. Nothing happened to him, it couldn't have.
Alec is...
Yes. He's okay. (Magnus will just rest a moment here with that thought. He's okay.)
And then he really is okay, because somehow he's right there. Magnus is stunned into speechlessness for a second, mutely watching with jaw somewhat slack as Alec falls to his knees and then Alec's speaking and nothing's every sounded better.
His hands rise, finding no destination in particular and landing on Alec's forearms as a result, steadying himself there. Wordlessly, he nods in response to the question, making just enough distance that he can look Alec in the eye. Yes, he's fine. Of course he's fine. Alec's here, so... so he's fine now. He stares into the half-light, magic still illuminating his hand. His brow furrows. There are about ten thousand things he could focus on, but just as soon as he's found some steadiness by leaning on Alec, he's moving his hands again. The one that's lit by magic rises near the side of Alec's face, the other tracing a feather-light touch over the area just below the cut there. ]
You're hurt, Alexander. [ He doesn't realize it, but he's shaking too, the fire in his hand flickering slightly. Quickly, his eye wanders over the rest of Alec's body. Trying to discern if there are other injuries. Already summoning energy to heal the first. When he raises his head to look at Alec again, both hands are gently alight. ] I haven't found Clary yet. I've been looking-- nothing so far.
[ Ten thousand things he could focus on. Nigh impossible to get his brain to stop its litany of he's okay, he's okay. ]
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That is, until his body reminds him that he's just traveled through an inter-dimensional portal of some as-yet undetermined character, after opening one of his own, but before the celebratory lunch he had in mind to share with his husband for reasons he can't even properly think about right now. Either that or it's the only thing he can think. Alec is okay, he has to be okay. He's here somewhere. Nothing happened to him, it couldn't have.
Alec is...
Yes. He's okay. (Magnus will just rest a moment here with that thought. He's okay.)
And then he really is okay, because somehow he's right there. Magnus is stunned into speechlessness for a second, mutely watching with jaw somewhat slack as Alec falls to his knees and then Alec's speaking and nothing's every sounded better.
His hands rise, finding no destination in particular and landing on Alec's forearms as a result, steadying himself there. Wordlessly, he nods in response to the question, making just enough distance that he can look Alec in the eye. Yes, he's fine. Of course he's fine. Alec's here, so... so he's fine now. He stares into the half-light, magic still illuminating his hand. His brow furrows. There are about ten thousand things he could focus on, but just as soon as he's found some steadiness by leaning on Alec, he's moving his hands again. The one that's lit by magic rises near the side of Alec's face, the other tracing a feather-light touch over the area just below the cut there. ]
You're hurt, Alexander. [ He doesn't realize it, but he's shaking too, the fire in his hand flickering slightly. Quickly, his eye wanders over the rest of Alec's body. Trying to discern if there are other injuries. Already summoning energy to heal the first. When he raises his head to look at Alec again, both hands are gently alight. ] I haven't found Clary yet. I've been looking-- nothing so far.
[ Ten thousand things he could focus on. Nigh impossible to get his brain to stop its litany of he's okay, he's okay. ]