#3
There are little things, little habits, little quirks Alec has that make him unique.
He always has to sleep on his left shoulder on the right side of my bed, facing me. In the morning, the light from the open window behind him would cast a halo of light around his sleeping form. I asked him why he slept like that and he told me that he likes me to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up.
He likes his coffee black with two sugars and he always triple knots his shoelaces so he won't trip in battle.
He loves reading in that old dusty chair in the library of the institute.
He likes Chairman Meow and, surprisingly, Chairman Meow likes him. I come home sometimes to find Alec watching television with a sleeping Chairman Meow in his lap, absentmindedly stroking the fir behind the cat's ears. Its utterly adorable and I wish I had time to take pictures but once he notices me he summons me over. He ends up falling asleep, his head resting against my chest or shoulder and my cat asleep in his lap. Moments like those are why the sun rises every day.
Alec leaves his jacket everywhere no matter how many times I scold him for not hanging it up.
He is really shy sometimes but other times, he is terribly frank about everything, as if his filter just shuts itself off.
His hair gets really long sometimes and he refuses to cut it unless I threaten to cut it in his sleep.
Sometimes he does this thing where he bites his lip and looks up at me with his perfect blue eyes and I just want to kiss every inch of him. He knows it too, he always taunts me when we are in a place with others and I can't do anything. Although, two can play at that game. Sometimes when he does that to me, I stare straight at him with my feline eyes (which he loves for some reason, I hate them), make a sexy half smile and wink. He pales, his fists clench and he gives me these glares and dirty looks. Its hilarious to watch him react.
Another thing is that he hates singing. Ive heard him sing once when he thought he was by himself. He was singing softly in the kitchen while doing the dishes. He isn't terrible, he is actually pretty good. When I applauded from my spot against the door frame like a good boyfriend, he whipped around, demon blade extended. I rolled my eyes. When he saw it was me, he frowned and put the blade back in its place on his belt. I walked over and held him. My hands held his hips and he grudgingly put his arms around my neck. He was really embarrassed when I told him that he was a pretty good singer. He told me that I was better. My eye brows shot up in surprise and I asked him when he heard me sing. He reminded me that I sing along to the radio in the car all the time.