Alec would never understand how Magnus could say such heartfelt things without an ounce of hesitation. Words were enemies to Alec, he was clumsy with them, didn’t trust them to convey what he wanted to say, how he felt. Magnus was the opposite: he had a natural ease with words, they bended to his will, always flowed naturally. Always left Alec smiling stupidly, happy and touched.
Alec Lightwood in Fly Me to the Moon by Inrainbowz
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