One of the first things that drew Alec in to Magnus was his body language. He doesn’t just talk with his hands, but speaks with his whole body. A wagged finger here, a toss of an object there; Alec can read his mood in the grace of his footsteps, the grand flourishes he puts on his spells. It’s such a strange, vibrant sort of energy it makes Alec forget how ancient he really is sometimes. Magnus is fluid, and impossibly elegant, and some part of him is always in motion.
Alec Lightwood in To Forgive, Divine by thegeminisage
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