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Magnus could no longer take it. How many times would this happen to him? Forever was a long time, indeed, he had learned much for his age, though there was one thing that still seemed to intrigue him. Love. The warlock suffered many emotions in his time, guilt, joy, grief, depression, all for which he took along with him over the years, he understood them all. They would attack you at the most vulnerable times, when you were a clean slate, fresh, rejuvenated. It was terrible, being able to feel these feelings, to bear them as time passed. Fashion and alcohol always seemed to deprive the glittery man of his thoughts. Never had he not turned to the two key components in his life. This time was different. It was when the blue-eyed angel crashed his party did he notice that these two things would not be able to deprive him of love.
He knew he was taking a risk from the beginning. Why Magnus took it, even he did not understand himself. Magnus was susceptible to beauty. There was so much beauty in the world, and when Magnus tried to grasp it, it would escape him, creating another crack in the thin glass of his heart. Magnus had thought that his time would be different, how wrong he was. The boy was radiant, shining in all his glory. He was the dark star to the golden boy's supernova, no, Alec was more than that. Blue eyes shimmered, whirlwinds which you'd be lost in for a thousand years, just to figure out the emotion behind them. Tall, and sculpted, not even Adonis himself could compare to him; Magnus could run his hands over those muscles every day, enjoying the electricity that pulsed through his veins when he did. Adorableness was written on his face, the pink hue that would make its appearance on Alec's cheeks, would add permanent colour to Magnus' demon soul. Magnus was always left begging for more, when those buttery petals left his own.
Those lips were not his to have any more.
The deed had to be done. No more betrayals, lies and fake forgiveness. The secrets that Alec tried to hide were not hidden any more. This always happened to Magnus. Love, lies and heartbreak. Each time Magnus never understood why such things happened to him. Yes, he was a demon's spawn, but even the coldest demons had some kind of emotion inside of them. To add to that, Magnus was half demon, half mundane. Meaning Magnus would feel the same way mundanes could. Sometimes Magnus wished he was a full demon, as his father was, then he wouldn't have to feel the pain he felt at that moment.
Walking through the portal, Magnus decided on how he should do it. He didn't want to regret the consequences, and he didn't want to suffer any longer either. Then Magnus understood. No emotion would be shown; expressionless and formal is how it would be done. Alec had left his apartment in the morning, giving a worthless excuse to Magnus. Of course, Magnus knew that it was not the truth, a few months with the angel allowed you to notice the little differences in the person. He had not lied fully though. Alec left early for training, when he'd returned he had taken a shower before cuddling up to the warlock for two hours of peace. That was when that damned phone call interrupted their sweet activities, Alec, grabbing his weapons belt had made a quick goodbye. He did not return, but he knew Alec was not lost in the universe.
A rune was drawn across the two lover's arms. One that Clary, the red-headed shadow hunter whose abilities still seemed to shock Magnus to the day, had made for the two. Unity, it had described the lovers perfectly at that time. Black intricate lines curved their dominant hands from the top inner part of their palms to just underneath their wrists. The matrix of meaning, Magnus felt pain in his heart when he thought about the betrayal; the rune would not be so much with lies. Magnus would no longer see the light, without this boy, he would land back into the infinitesimal darkness.
The portal cackled and disappeared behind him, and Magnus knew there was no returning after this. This was it. He tightened his grip on the blue scarf that was in his coat pocket, the scarf he had brought for Alec, the blue made Alec's eyes stand out even more, and it reminded him of Alec every time he saw it. Lighting up, his rune shone white, he knew he was getting close to the boy. In the distance he saw a boy with raven, ebony hair, it blew in the wind, feathering the boy's porcelain skin. Magnus wanted to stroke his cheeks, but he knew he couldn't. When Magnus stepped silently close, he saw mud and ichor all over the shadow hunters gear. His bow was hanging of his shoulders, the arrow in place, on target, it didn't quiver or reach its destination, and Alec just held it there, string pulled between his fingers. His shadow hunter was deep into thought, so deep that he didn't notice Magnus in front of him, it was only when Magnus had clicked his fingers in front of Alec's face, and did he notice Magnus's presence. Alec's hand snapped, the arrow went soaring through the wind and encrusted itself neatly into the tree, nicking the warlock by a millimetre.
Alec tilted his head up a little to look into the warlocks cat-like eyes. Magnus retuned his gaze, calm and collected. There was an awkward silence that engulfed them both, and Alec was the first to break it.
"Hey. I was just about to come over-" Alec was interrupted as soon as he started.
"When were you planning on telling me?" Magnus's voice was devoid of any emotion, Alec felt his heart shudder slightly. He put on a face of confusion, because well, he did not know what his lover was talking about.
"Don't play dumb Alexander." Magnus answered harshly, he didn't intend to do it, and he felt guilty, as Alec visibly shivered. Alec didn't answer and an ounce of rage grew inside of Magnus.
"Playing Blind Man's Bluff are we?" Magnus asked, angry and sarcastic. Alec's face grew even more confused. Of course, Shadow hunters did not know, or rather did not much care to understand the culture of mundanes.
"I noticed that you were seeing my ex behind my back." Magnus went on. Realization spread on Alec's features and he turned his gaze on everything apart from Magnus. Irritated, Magnus took Alec's chin in his hand, forcing the boy to look at him, his eyes questioned Alec.
"Yes... I have been seeing Camille." Alec knew there was no use in lying any more.
"To get rid of my immortality." Magnus stated. Alec blanched, his glassy eyes widening.
"No-" Alec began, there was no use, as his sentence was cut off once again.
"Lies. Alexander, if you did had a problem with this relationship, you should've told me in the beginning."
"I didn't. I just needed answers" Alec clarified, Magnus did not stir against his own argument.
"Please, why would you go to Camille, of all people, for answers?"
"Because you weren't giving me any."
"Maybe it's not your place to invade my privacy, and you going to a third party is making me believe that you truly do detest this, what we have." Magnus spoke with such coldness, that Alec never felt so scared in his life. Alec tried to contradict the older man, he did not make much progress, the gold-green eyes pierced through his own, making him feel so small in himself. This was the end, Alec thought, Magnus was going to end it in the harshest of ways.
He was correct.
"Come by soon to collect your things, and do return my keys, I am no longer your pet warlock-" Magnus said.
"You're not our pet warlock!" Alec's voice was raised, just by a tad bit, Magnus carried on as if he hadn't spoken in the first place.
"I am glad to have made your stay worthwhile, frankly, I couldn't say the same for myself, greetings to you shadow hunter." Magnus had spoken the biggest lie, yet he did not say anything to prove that it was. Magnus had to do this before he could leave, he removed the blue scarf from his pocket and wrapped it around the boy's cold neck, and said boy's eyes were glassy. And it was when he was walking off, did he hear the boy's voice quiver slightly. He didn't turn around, just stood, frozen, in place.