Instead of replying, alec reached down and took magnus's hands. Magnus let alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning magnus between the table and his own body. Not that magnus seemed to mind. 'come on,' alec said against magnus's ear. 'it's late. Let's go to bed.
Because i took an oath to help people. to protect them from the league and any corrupt government. (devyn) yeah, and i know people better than to believe that for even an instant. altruism is dead. people use and they take until you’re nothing but a bleeding corpse on the ground at their feet. (alix)
O how far remov'd, predestination! Is thy foot from such as see not the first cause entire: and ye, o mortal men! Be wary how ye judge: for we, who see the maker, know not yet the number of the chosen; and esteem such scantiness of knowledge our delight: for all good is, in that primal good, concentrate; and god's will and ours are one.
It was lonely on the hill, and cold. and all you could do was keep going. you could scream, cry, and stamp your feet, but apart from making you feel warmer, it wouldn’t do any good. you could say it was unfair, and that was true, but the universe didn’t care because it didn’t know what fair meant. that was the big problem about being a witch. it was up to you. it was always up to you.
I open the door wide to reveal the answer. they all look at sean standing there with his hands in his pocket and the other hand around loaf of bread and it occurs to me all in a rush as they stare at him that sean looks a little, just a little, like he's courting. i don't have time to explain the truth of it before tommy laughs and jumps to his feet. "sean kendrick, the devil. how are you?