It points me (towards you)

Part 1

Alec

The streets were full with people, some hurrying past trying to get to work on time, others walking as slowly as possible. Alexander Lightwood was part of the second type. He hadn't been able to fall asleep after their night of hunting and as soon as the sun had risen he had bolted out of the Institute. He was currently heading towards his favorite cafe - Animus, which meant soul in Latin. It was a small place with deep blue couches around small tables, the perfect place to go to when you need a break from all the idiotism in your life.

As he was walking Alec looked down at his forearm, where the compass' needle was in constant motion. Everyone had one, a compass on your forearm which pointed you towards your soulmate, and once you meet them, their name appears in the middle of said compass. The compass was for life, no matter if you had already met the other part of your soul, or if you were still searching for them, it always pointed towards them.

Alec had yet to meet his other half, and while he knew that he could be in a relationship with others he was foolishly 'saving' himself for them. A soulmate was your perfect half. There was no way to be unhappy with them. Alec was only afraid that his soulmate could be a girl. Then there would have been no point of his coming out to his parents.

Alec had known he was gay since he had hit puberty. The female body just didn't work for him. He had never been in denial about his sexuality, and both his sister and brother knew about his preferences, and had even tried to set him up with someone or another. Once he was 18, around a year ago, he had sat down with his family, his parents the only ones in the family who didn't know, and had told them he preferred the same sex. It had gone rather good, his parents had never even taken it into consideration, but in a world where you should be with your soulmate there were a lot same-sex relationships, and there weren't many people who had a problem with homosexuals.

His compass was pointing straight ahead, and because he was looking at it, he didn't saw the man, talking on the phone, walking towards him.

The two of them collided and both grabbed the other to stay upright.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going a-and-"Alec finally looked up towards the other's face and gasped.

The man was drop dead gorgeous. Caramel skin, black hair styled in spikes with green highlights, and the most mesmerizing golden-green cat eyes. A warlock, Alec thought. He was probably wearing a glamour on his eyes, but Alec's nature as a shadowhunter allowed him to see right through it.

He let his gaze go down and saw the warlock's perfect body clad in tight red jeans and a white tank-top. His wrists were circled by colorful bracelets, and his long neck was adored with pendants.

"No problem." The warlock said, and Alec saw him looking at him with a cautious look, probably having noticed his runes. The colorful man stepped around him and started walking down the street at a slow pace. Alec looked at him for a second more, staring at that body, the way he was walking so gracefully, and then turned around, continuing his way towards the cafe.

His gaze accidently moved back down to his right arm, and he froze right where he was, causing a business man to stumble into him and glare.

But Alec didn't care, didn't even notice, because there, right in the center of his palm, was a name. The needle was pointing straight behind him. His brain struggled for a few short moments and then he turned sharply around, found the black hair with green locks in the crowd and started running. The warlock wasn't that far ahead and Alec reached him in seconds.

"Magnus Bane." He said loudly and the other man turned around to face him.

"Look, I have done nothing wrong to have you chasing me."

Alec managed to shake his head. He took the warlock's right hand, where he could see the compass, startling the cat-eyed man, who tried to pull his hand back. But Alec wasn't letting go. He pulled the other's hand, with the palm up, between them.

"Alexander Lightwood." He murmured, his expression awed by the view of his name on the other's hand. The warlock looked down at his hand, and his eyes widened, his moth opened slightly. A few seconds passed, and Magnus managed to find his voice,

"...Alexander, you said?" Alec could only nod.

"Are you busy right now?" Magnus asked.

"N-no, I was heading towards a cafe that I …um frequent. Do you, maybe …uh, want to come with me?"

Magnus smiled brightly and nodded.

"I would love to, Alexander."

Part 2

Magnus

Magnus was walking down the street, trying to keep himself from yelling at the fool who was screaming his ear off, something about a giant firefly in his house. While it was quite interesting, Magnus wasn't in the mood for work. He had gone out for a walk, getting tired from staying at home and working all night long.

Suddenly he collided with someone, and accidentally ended the call. Oh well.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going a-and-" Magnus looked up from his phone and saw the most handsome boy ever. Messy dark hair, pale skin, the most gorgeous blue eyes, and runes. While hot, it meant shadowhunter, and shadowhunters were no good.

"No problem." He said and sidestepped, going on his way. He couldn't stop thinking about the gorgeous man and those blue eyes…

"Magnus Bane." He heard only a few moments later. He turned around and came face to face with the gorgeous shadowhunter.

"Look, I have done nothing wrong to have you chasing me." Magnus defended himself.

The shadowhunter just shook his head lightly and grabbed Magnus' right hand, looking at where his compass was. Magnus tried to take his hand back, but the blue-eyed man wasn't letting go. He pulled on Magnus' hand so it was placed between them with the palm up.

Magnus was about to pull on his hand again when he saw the awed look on the other's face as he mumbled.

"Alexander Lightwood."

Confused Magnus looked at his compass and saw the name in the middle. He hadn't expected this to happen when he had gotten out of his house an hour ago. A quick glance towards the other's, Alexander's, right forearm was enough for Magnus.

"...Alexander, you said?" The blue-eyed beauty, his soulmate, only nodded.

"Are you busy right now?" Magnus asked.

"N-no, I was heading towards a cafe that I …um frequent. Do you, maybe …uh, want to come with me?"

Magnus smiled brightly and nodded.

"I would love to, Alexander."