Magnus leaned against the wall next to the door intercom ready to tell the person to go away. He needed time to sulk. Yes. And he could afford turning a client away. Me time was necessary. Even if his pouting fit were due to a blue eyed nephilim girl that would never care about a warlock. Especially if said girl was a...
Lightwood. His head lifted instantly as the voice broke through his thoughts. The name floated through his mind leaving him a little dizzy. Excitement flared up in his chest as he considered why she'd come all the way to Brooklyn, till the backlash hit. Should she be walking so far? Abaddon had beat her up pretty badly.
Without a thought, he hit the button to buzz her in. When he was sure she'd entered, he moved to his door and opened it to look down the stares. Leaning against the doorframe, he crossed his arms over his chest and arched a brow. Part of him wanted to be sure it was even her at the bottom. He'd planned to just stand there and wait but guilt tugged at his chest.
"This is quite a surprise..." Lifting away from the door, he lightly went down the stairs and fought the urge to help her. "You shouldn't be up so soon, you know." Sat on the bottom steps high up enough that his long legs wouldn't bunch up against his chest. She didn't need to climb the stairs. He felt adamant about that. He was also certain she'd stab him if he tried to carry her. Nephilim were prone to do that.
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Date: 2013-06-22 11:33 pm (UTC)Lightwood. His head lifted instantly as the voice broke through his thoughts. The name floated through his mind leaving him a little dizzy. Excitement flared up in his chest as he considered why she'd come all the way to Brooklyn, till the backlash hit. Should she be walking so far? Abaddon had beat her up pretty badly.
Without a thought, he hit the button to buzz her in. When he was sure she'd entered, he moved to his door and opened it to look down the stares. Leaning against the doorframe, he crossed his arms over his chest and arched a brow. Part of him wanted to be sure it was even her at the bottom. He'd planned to just stand there and wait but guilt tugged at his chest.
"This is quite a surprise..." Lifting away from the door, he lightly went down the stairs and fought the urge to help her. "You shouldn't be up so soon, you know." Sat on the bottom steps high up enough that his long legs wouldn't bunch up against his chest. She didn't need to climb the stairs. He felt adamant about that. He was also certain she'd stab him if he tried to carry her. Nephilim were prone to do that.