Sunday Gen Texts

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[angelicbow]

[Alec stands just inside the door for a moment, watching him at the window before moving to join him, his hand brushing against Magnus's.]

Took me a little longer to get away than I planned.

[climax]

( in all the years he's been alive and had magic coursing through his blood, there's nothing that feels quite the same as the spark he gets when alec touches him. so much for not turning into some romantic fool.

magnus shifts himself closer, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly over alec's arm, up to his shoulder, along the slope of his neck, until he can cup his cheek. the touch is fleeting, but enough to make a point. )

Fifteen minutes is fashionably late; thirty is just terribly rude.

( he moves around alec in a whorl of green silk to seat himself on the couch, sprawled but not quite so. though his tone is light, even bordering on uncaring, it's obvious it's the opposite. )

Is everything well in the ( he makes a gesture; benign ) Land of the Light?

[angelicbow]

[Fleeting or not, Alec leans into it, his expression shifting for a moment from neutral to something more vulnerable, before his control slides back into place.

And he turns when Magnus moves, watching him settle.] For the moment, at least, things are quiet.