Btw, I'm just again going to apologize for the ending of chap 7. I had the idea of what to say, but I couldn't quite put it into words. So, chapta 9.
Magnus POV
He's a frigging ANGEL. He has wings. WINGS! Wow. Mind. Blown. I can see why that could cause confusion. He's an angel! ANGEL! God… And I kissed him! Oh, don't let me forget, he's friggin beautiful. I'm actually think perhaps he really is an angel. Like, seriously. Angel! Many thoughts went through Magnus' head when Alexander lifted the glamour. But mainly he was thinking: Why did he trust me? I just met him a few days ago. I barely know him. Though, I feel like I do. Perhaps that's why. Maybe he feels that too. I did recognize him when we first met. Maybe I knew him from a past life… No that's crazy. There's only one life. Why would I even think that?
"What are you thinking about?" asked Alexander, looking at the concentrated expretion on Magnus' face. Unless the wall was that interesting, he was deep in thought.
"Why did you show me? Your… wings? Why show me, we barely know each other." Alexander nodded his head, thinking about the answer.
"I don't really understand it either. I just trusted you. I… I met you once when you were small. At the institute. It may sound strange, but I felt like we were connected."
"You met me… when I was younger? Oh, that's why I recognized you…" At this, the warlock gave a sweet smile. Magnus thought about it. That's a bit weird. He saw me when I was… eight. And I said… Oh god, what did I say? Oh, the embarrassment. Though sometimes you couldn't tell, Alexander was old. Centuries old. If you looked at him you couldn't tell, he looked about eighteen or nineteen, the same age as Magnus himself. But, if you looked into his clear blue eyes, you could see wisdom that couldn't be acquired over two decade. And that weird way he talked. So… proper. Sometimes it was irritating. Magnus was staring into Alexander's eyes through this whole line of though and the warlock looked thoughtful, like he could see right through Magnus' façade.
"Why are you staring at me? I'm not that interesting." Yes you are. Thought Magnus.
"You're beautiful. Am I not allowed to stare at you?" Alexander blushed. He's so… innocent. How is he so innocent? He's centuries old, yet still so young.
Alec POV
He's staring at me. Why is he staring at me? I'm not interesting, how is he so infatuated with my face? It is terribly boring, nothing at all worthy of those beautiful eyes staring at it. I'm not complaining though…
"I'm am hardly beautiful. Average, if anything." Magnus' eyes widened in surprise.
"Do you not own a mirror?" What does that mean?
"Of course I own a mirror. Though, to tell the truth, I despise mirrors." Magnus snorted.
"That's because whenever you look into one, you must have a mini stroke." He gave Magnus a confused look. What on earth? He's delirious. Must be a little demon venom left over in his system.
"You're delirious," Said Alexander, candor as always. Magnus just snorted.
What an interesting boy. I've never met anybody quite like him…
Yes, that's the end of the chapter. I know, terrible ending, I didn't who what to do. Oh well. Review please.