The Hunter and His Dragon

Discussion over Ale

A/N: I've posted a pic of what I find very similar to Clary's look above (yes I know the style is WOF related . . . I love that series tbh). The rest of the dragon pics will be shown over the next few chapters (cause I'm having trouble posting them on the regular page). And as you know, Alec's dragon form is on the front cover, so there's that. Enjoy!

****Alec's POV****

The bitter tang of ale made his nose wrinkle as a mug of the brown liquid was slid his way. He had tried this sort of stuff before —just to see what it tasted like— only to find himself vaguely disappointed. Isabelle had said alcohol wasn't about the taste but the effect, yet he thought that it was silly for it not to taste good. Why can't it be both? He had asked this question, resulting in an eye roll from Izzy and a snort from Jace.

Apparently he was what humans would call 'uncultured'.

He didn't know what that meant, but it certainly sounded rude.

Magnus was staring at him intently for the past few minutes. Alec had did his part in ignoring the intense case, wanting a second to breathe before he dealt with yet another problem. Talking to that Maia girl had shown him just the kind of backwards thinking King Asmodeus had sown into his people. And it left him feeling more than a little worried as to what the outcome of this visit would be.

But you have a mission. And you can't fail Omni.

This dragon, responsible for the Lightwood name, would get the respect they deserved.

Consequences be darned.

And he knew his parents agreed with him, because they held the same values he did.

"Ahem. Ahem."

Sighing, he retraced his gaze from the pool of dark liquid. And just as he had seen last time, Magnus was staring at him with what might've been a mix of amazement and shock. It was a strange look. Wish he'd stop.

"What?"

"How did you do that?" Magnus asked.

"I don't know what you mean."

He hummed, contemplating taking another sip. While the stuff tasted rather yucky, it was better than allowing himself to keep thirsty. Plus, it wasn't as though dragons got intoxicated easily anyways. It took a lot to get any of them drunk. It probably had to do with their body mass in comparison to humans. Or so Maryse claimed.

"Cut the crap Alexander. You know exactly what I mean."

"Oh do I?" Alec flashed him a sly grin. "And whose to say you're right?"

Magnus reached out and punched him lightly on the shoulder. His gold eyes were like liquid honey in the natural lighting of the bar, reflecting the polished metal nailed into the wooden tabletops. Their booth was sequestered off in a far corner away from prying eyes, but that didn't stop the well of unease he kept in his chest. The dead dragon on the wall made something in him roar with outrage. If peace was achieved, those mounted 'trophies' would be the first thing he would make sure the humans got rid of.

Not if, when. You can do this. You have Magnus with you.

Magnus, who looked to be growing annoyed if the flaring of his nostrils as he exhaled was anything to go by. "Please stop joking around. It's been a long day."

You're telling me.

He was the one walking right into enemy territory, not Magnus.

"Please don't tease me. I just wanted to say I was impressed."

"Oh fine." Alec gave him a soft smile. "Though I don't think it's that big of a deal."

Magnus crossed his arms, shaking his head as he leaned back in his seat. "Then you clearly don't know Maia well. She's one of the most stubborn people I know."