Darling (malec oneshot)
Alec leaned his head farther back into Magnus' shoulder, playing idly with the warlock's fingers that were splayed across his stomach. They were lying on the couch, the color of which Magnus had changed to an inky blue since Alec loathed pink.
Magnus was half-propped up against the armrest with Alec lying between his legs, the Shadowhunter's head and shoulders on Magnus' broad chest. His heartbeat, markedly slower than a human's, thudded gently beneath Alec's ear.
"Where is your accent from?"
Magnus paused for long enough that Alec craned his neck to look up at him. Magnus wore a bemused expression, his eyes twinkling.
Alec felt his cheeks start to turn pink. "You know
your accent. It's not heavy, it's like
just barely there
"Hmm." Magnus reached a lanky arm up to stroke his chin. "It's probably remnants of Dutch."
"Dutch? But you're
Magnus laughed out loud at this and brushed his thumb acros