[ Given how long Alecās been alive, the time heās spent with his magic- knowing how to use it, having those tattoos on his arms- is much greater than the time heās spent without it. Alec knows how to fight, knows how to shoot, but the thought of doing either of those things without having his magic to lean back on seems terrifying in a way he canāt quite describe.
To his credit, he manages to keep it off his face, settling instead for a steely glare in the bounty hunterās direction. He instantly dislikes this guy and his smug overconfidence. (Alec realizes, of course, that heās also smugly overconfident on most days. The difference is he does it on purpose, whereas this guy is just an asshole.) Still, the loss of his magic has him reeling, and while heās normally quick on his feet, he canāt for the life in him think of how theyāre going to get out of this. ]
Oh, it goes double for me? Donāt I feel special.
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To his credit, he manages to keep it off his face, settling instead for a steely glare in the bounty hunterās direction. He instantly dislikes this guy and his smug overconfidence. (Alec realizes, of course, that heās also smugly overconfident on most days. The difference is he does it on purpose, whereas this guy is just an asshole.) Still, the loss of his magic has him reeling, and while heās normally quick on his feet, he canāt for the life in him think of how theyāre going to get out of this. ]
Oh, it goes double for me? Donāt I feel special.