Admittedly, there are a lot of visceral aspects to this dream that is making Magnus severely doubt whether or not it is, in fact, a dream. The memories of how he got here are still extremely sketchy, and he maintains he had no hand in dressing himself up for this excursion, but there are a lot of factors that are too precise for his usual fuzzy-edged subconsciousness to messily stitch together in his usual sleep (and sometimes inebriated) state.
Alec's smell, for instance. Blood-coated yet still unique and unmistakable. The inflections of his voice when he speaks. The worry permanently stitched into his brow. The fact that even through his panic at the situation, he's still concerned over Magnus' well-being.
It's probably why Magnus' body responds so automatically to the kiss, leaning in to meet his lips, fingers twitching around Alec's biceps with the strong urge to needle their way into Alec's clothes and skin to prove to himself this is real. That he won't wake up alone and clutching a throw pillow instead –which honestly wouldn't be the first time.
The kiss doesn't last as long as he wants it to because priorities. Homicidal droids are still a very pesky problem them have to deal with, but luckily, his magic still works in this ...dreamscape. Whatever it is. A quick gesture gathers magic to his fingertips as he pulls himself away before wisps of his magic travel around the room, surrounding it in a protective layer to hopefully provide some safety.
"The wards might only be a temporary bandaid. This world tends to operate on its own set of logic, so I advise you hold onto your weapons a little longer." Obviously, if his own magic were still perfectly functional, he already would have portaled them out of here to safety. "More importantly... and you are not going to like the sound of this, but I really have no idea how I got here. A large, ill-placed hole was involved and not the good kind."
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Alec's smell, for instance. Blood-coated yet still unique and unmistakable. The inflections of his voice when he speaks. The worry permanently stitched into his brow. The fact that even through his panic at the situation, he's still concerned over Magnus' well-being.
It's probably why Magnus' body responds so automatically to the kiss, leaning in to meet his lips, fingers twitching around Alec's biceps with the strong urge to needle their way into Alec's clothes and skin to prove to himself this is real. That he won't wake up alone and clutching a throw pillow instead –which honestly wouldn't be the first time.
The kiss doesn't last as long as he wants it to because priorities. Homicidal droids are still a very pesky problem them have to deal with, but luckily, his magic still works in this ...dreamscape. Whatever it is. A quick gesture gathers magic to his fingertips as he pulls himself away before wisps of his magic travel around the room, surrounding it in a protective layer to hopefully provide some safety.
"The wards might only be a temporary bandaid. This world tends to operate on its own set of logic, so I advise you hold onto your weapons a little longer." Obviously, if his own magic were still perfectly functional, he already would have portaled them out of here to safety. "More importantly... and you are not going to like the sound of this, but I really have no idea how I got here. A large, ill-placed hole was involved and not the good kind."