"No, it's not." It might have been wrong to ask about Adam's life because he craved any scrap of information about the mortal world, but that hadn't been exactly what Adam had said. "You asked if there were wonders in your life and there are." Closing his eyes, he tried focus on something other than how weary he was and the pain from his hands. "At least to someone who can never be part of that life."
That was where Alec had made his mistake. Adam had said that they could be partners while working together and he had known that couldn't be true. He'd thought that at least indirectly he could be part of Adam's life. He'd let hope cloud his reasoning. He was a resource, a weapon, nothing more.
He knew that nothing he could say would make Adam believe him or want to befriend him. Everything he did was treated as hatred. He'd followed Adam's orders and it still wasn't enough. Adam had watched him get hurt and it hadn't been good enough for the priestess. But he'd followed the order so that meant he could try something else.
Turning away from the priestess, he stood in front of the gate. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself not to look at his hands. He'd tend to that later after the priestess was gone. The feeling of hooks dug in deeper this time. He kept his hands loosely curled around the metal, whispering a plea to the Angel to open the gate and allow the priestess to leave. He repeated the request over and over until he felt almost dizzy, closing his eyes when the view outside the gates started turning to strange things that always reminded him that this was a realm of magic.
Eventually, he felt something shift, his hands burning in warning. Backpedaling away from the gate before he accidentally crossed into the lands beyond the gate, he kept moving until he was safely off the path leading out of the garden. Now Adam could leave and hopefully Alec wouldn't be visited by a priestess for another few centuries.
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That was where Alec had made his mistake. Adam had said that they could be partners while working together and he had known that couldn't be true. He'd thought that at least indirectly he could be part of Adam's life. He'd let hope cloud his reasoning. He was a resource, a weapon, nothing more.
He knew that nothing he could say would make Adam believe him or want to befriend him. Everything he did was treated as hatred. He'd followed Adam's orders and it still wasn't enough. Adam had watched him get hurt and it hadn't been good enough for the priestess. But he'd followed the order so that meant he could try something else.
Turning away from the priestess, he stood in front of the gate. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself not to look at his hands. He'd tend to that later after the priestess was gone. The feeling of hooks dug in deeper this time. He kept his hands loosely curled around the metal, whispering a plea to the Angel to open the gate and allow the priestess to leave. He repeated the request over and over until he felt almost dizzy, closing his eyes when the view outside the gates started turning to strange things that always reminded him that this was a realm of magic.
Eventually, he felt something shift, his hands burning in warning. Backpedaling away from the gate before he accidentally crossed into the lands beyond the gate, he kept moving until he was safely off the path leading out of the garden. Now Adam could leave and hopefully Alec wouldn't be visited by a priestess for another few centuries.