So this is my first published FanFic ever. please be nice, no flames. i hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer:I do not own TMI im just playing with the characters for a bit because i love them. A bit of The Immortals Series is involved but no characters, just certain concepts.
Magnus looked down at the beautiful boy in his arms, looking peaceful with his lips slightly parted in sleep, his black hair a tousled mess. As he watched his blue eyes move behind his closed eyelids, his body moving every now and then in barely noticeable twitches and small but more easily detected ways he found himself resisting the urge to cry. He could hardly believe this was real and not one of the many dreams he'd had in the last fifty-three years. And yet, after all that time the beautiful angel currently dreaming in his arms still looked the same as he had all those years ago.
Barely three hours ago he had been sitting on his worn out black couch, an item that he would not ordinarily have even allowed to enter his normally colorful loft. He had, however, lost the ability to care about how his home was decorated and even how he himself looked. At the time he'd been wearing an extremely unflattering pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that had clearly been in his possession far too long, sitting on the aforementioned couch, staring at the TV that was playing some sitcom he had no particular interest in and allowing silent tears to flow down his cheeks in the privacy of his own home. Even after all that time his heart had still ached so terribly he could hardly stand it, made worse by the fact today was the anniversary of his loves disappearance. It simply proved just how much his young love had been ingrained in his heart. More so than anyone else he had ever loved.
His misery was finally at an end in the most unexpected way and he wouldn't wish it any different. There were certainly still things to discuss, questions to be asked. They could wait till morning. For now, Magnus was content with curling up under the covers with the sweet object of his affections. Content to take in the sight of him, relaxed in sleep and dreaming with a small smile gracing his adorable pale pink lips and surrounded by a scent that uniquely belonged to him, he resigned himself to the waves of sleep softly rolling over him.
As he kissed his love's forehead, making him snuggle further into his chest, and closed his eyes he thought to himself that he'd never have to be lonely again. Never have to feel the pain that had plagued him for so many years. He now had an eternity to spend with the love of his life and he wouldn't waste a minute of it. He would ensure his angel never regretted becoming an Immortal Child. He would keep him happy as long as they both lived. He was Magnus' one and only now and forever. His darling.
His Alexander Lightwood.
