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[risers]

[ sometimes alec lightwood is prone to stupidity. in this moment, he feels like he's tripped and fallen head first straight into it with believing izzy would want to be anywhere but here. after all, she ruined his joke just to express her gratitude for him suddenly appearing in cadelle. no one ruins any chance they have to tell alec lightwood he's poor at making jokes. ]

[ coming to a stop, alec doesn't look at her immediately. it isn't in an attempt to hide — he always needs to steel himself, just in case she spies something in his expression he hadn't known was there. most of the time, alec is never ready to confront what someone else may see, and izzy has always been able to read him better than anyone else, even himself. ]

[ looking down at her, he gives her a small smile, hoping it's reassuring. ] Nothing's wrong. [ he looks over her head, then back to her. ] I just don't really want to be left alone here. I feel like someone's going to come out and cuddle me without warning.

[ protect him, izzy. ]

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( she's learned her brother through and through, and part of growing up with him was noting the barely-there tells of words that weren't entirely of the truth. the brief little flits of his gaze that seem unable to keep steady with her own, the stiff rise of a smile that speaks more of a plea to drop it than to reassure. others may not notice the intricacies of his facade, may claim that he always carries just one, but he's always been more complex than that.

cue a touch of sardonic humor, and you've got the full alec lightwood 'dodging trifecta'.

it's evident, she's sure, that the look translating through her own features suggests she isn't buying it, but for the sake of getting food in her stomach and cleaning up, she'll momentarily let it fall to the wayside. ) Maybe you could use it. You're tense.

( a nudge to the arm she's steadied, before she's setting their pace once more, reaching back into the bag he carries to fish out a set of keys, one of which holds entry to her loft. ) Don't get me wrong, Cadelle is a little thick on the whole 'bonding experience'.

[risers]

[ he rolls his eyes. alec lightwood is tense and water remains wet. being in an alternate dimension isn't a comfortable experience; after what jace had told him of the one they'd gone to, where he'd seemed fond of combing back his hair, he doesn't quite know what to expect. the books in the library can only tell so much, and from the stories magnus has told him, alternate dimensions aren't ones to take so lightly. he'll figure out what's truly behind the whole bonding thing later. ]

[ stepping to be beside her, alec's grateful she hasn't insisted on having a heart-to-heart right in the middle of the sidewalk. it gives him some more time to be able to school his expressions, and to even calm the anxiety that's building up inside of him. he wants to come off as cool, calm, and most definitely collected, as this has to be a walk in the park. after everything that's happened back home, with demons flying out of hell and them almost losing jace forever, he's not too keen on having a difficult time in this city of cadelle. ]

[ and if he does, he'll be thankful later for the city having his bow and arrow waiting for him to come pick it up. ]

You could've fooled me. [ he looks around, half expecting posters for pro-cuddling to be stuck on the light poles. half to himself, ] I can't believe I've signed up for helping old ladies cross the road. [ you can sure bet on the angel alec lightwood did not sign up to cuddle anyone. ]

[distractly]

( he's fortunate the mere thought of pizza is enough to conquer just about any of her usually stubborn-til-death qualities, letting anything go if she sensed something was truly the matter being one of them; but it wasn't like he had many places to go. cadelle was it's own city but it was just that, a city, nowhere near the grandeur of brooklyn alone. and, he'd said it himself, the last thing he wanted was to be away from her.

not that she's intent to spend the time with him she's been waiting for purely prodding at him, even isabelle knew her limits, when it was better to simply be in another's company that was safe, trusted above talking anything out. but he would always choose silence above the latter; eventually there came a time when there was no option but to give, and she's thankful that he's here now to in turn be that support to hide within. )

Are you telling me you don't plan on being an upstanding citizen in cuddle city? ( sharp quirk to her lips tossed in his direction, before they've finally neared the building that's hers, fishing for the proper key to let them in. she still hasn't gotten everything settled in it's rightful place, but it's far better than the cramped rooms they'd been given upon arrival. )

Just give the delivery guy an extra tip. Maybe he'll be cute.

[risers]

[ garlic bread: the ultimate distraction. alec always knew it'd serve its purpose in due time. ]

[ alec instantly makes a face, nose scrunching up, lips pursing, disgust almost swelling in his chest. ] No. [ his voice may be deep, but the one lone syllable contains almost too much: his scoff, his disbelief, his own incredible dislike of his current predicament. ]

[ thank the angel they seem to be at their destination. though, the expression of smelling something sour doesn't disappear from his face. ] I doubt it. [ that the pizza boy will be cute, that is, or that he'll feel compelled to tip anyone. mundanes and their customers are weird. he has no intention of adopting them as his own. ]

[ pulling at the strap of her bag for no reason other than to occupy himself, alec stops to stand and look up at her building. when invisible, he can study his surroundings without drawing the attention of those around him, but given he hasn't pulled out his stele since he arrived, he's content to do it in pure daylight. taking note of the colour, the bricks, the nearby trees, even the look of the streets, alec studies it without a care if she'll turn around and see him doing it. he's not risking losing this particular point on the ridiculous map of this city. ]