Let's find another way to test my wings. [He knows that Jace is teasing. They'd moved past the 'let's jump off the rafters' phase of training once they realized broken bones weren't fun even with runes to help with the healing and pain.

As soon as Jace touches the spot between his wings and most of the tension he's been carrying eases. The wings begin to sag downward before Alec forces them up again. He goes still as Jace's fingers brush over the feathers.]

I'm not an angel but until Magnus reverses the spell, they're as real as his marks.

[Their family is the only ones who would understand what 'marks' meant so it's safe to mention them. Shivering when his parabatai's fingers slide along his spine, he's surprised that he can feel so much through the fabric of his jacket.]

The suit or the wings?