20/08/2010 13:13:00
Well as you all know, I am a terrible person who should've been shot at birth. I'm trying to make up for it know by posting decent chapters. Please tell me how I'm doing (grin) please reread, important details I had overlooked added, but only if you understand foreshadowing.
I don't not own: Anything really. I still live with my mom, eh I'm 13.
Magnus was sitting on his bed, which was now piled with grass green sheet, and piled high with neon pink and canary yellow pillows. He was applying makeup when his finger began itching nigglingly. It wasn't bothering his makeup, so he ignored it, mostly. Not looking, Magnus scratched the thorny looking birthmark around the third finger of his left hand as he got dressed to visit his lover, Alec. Waving it off as a spell or potion spilled or done wrong, he slid a slim band of bright green jade around a long tapered finger. All warlocks kept this mark a secret from the clave, Magnus, was too young to know yet, according to his centuries older friend and mentor, Ragnor Fell.
"I shall tell you once you have seen 1000 years" the older had said, which was the age at which warlocks were considered of age, no matter what age they seemed to be, which varied depending on which type of demon was one of your parents. Magnus sighed heavily, smoothing out his orange button down shirt and giving a last check to his purple blazer, pants, and hat. His hair was down, and glitter streaked his hair only slightly, only a slight amount of golden eyeliner provided contrast for the green in his eyes. Magnus had toned it down a few notches, since Alec's parents were the ones that had invited him over for dinner.
"But now Ragnor's dead" he mumbled to himself, opening his rainbow patterned umbrella and stepping into the rain, "happy birthday to me." He shouldered his way through crowds of people who all seemed to be traveling in the other direction. Magnus suddenly wished these people would vanish and he knew just the sp- "No Bane, we don't work like that," he told himself, pushing that thought to the back of his mind. Eventually he made it out of the congested sidewalks to the slightly emptier streets nearer to the abandoned church, and was easily able to go on his merry way. "See a little patience is all it takes," he chided to himself, before the drizzles of rain turned into downright pouring. "F-" the rest of that was drowned out by an obscenely loud crack of thunder. The darker part of his mind chuckled softly to itself.
Magnus arrived at Alec's house half an hour later, the tempest raging behind him, but a quick spell rendered him relatively dry, and he was rewarded for his suffering with an armful of blue eyed shadowhunter, complete with blush, shy smile included. He gave Alec a small peck, and swept him around into an embrace, while at the same Time carrying him towards the living room where He knew Alec's parents to be waiting. "Happy thousandth" Alec whispered, knowing that Magnus real Age was a Touchy subject around others. Magnus beamed, " yes but I'm far from feeling it."
They stepped into the spacious room, with its mostly white and glass furniture sparkling pristinely, Robert and Maryse sitting on the couch together. Magnus shook Hands with Robert, and kissed Maryse lightly on both cheeks in an overwhelmingly French looking gesture. "Shall we go," asked Robert, holding the door open, the Lightwood's car idled in the driveway of what seemed like an abandoned church. The four drove off into the city traffic headed for a nice restaurant in the epicenter of town - skip to after dinner. Alec dropped heavily onto Magnus bright green bed, clutching a day-glow pink pillow. "I'm finished, done dead on my feet, never doing that again." lamented the shadowhunter. "Staying here tonight." He added before covering his face with the brightly colored pillow and falling back onto the plush mattress.
Magnus sat down behind him, pulling the shorter easily over long legs and into his lap. "Oh really, inconsequentially, who were they grilling, me or you?" Alec blushed and threw the pillow over his shoulder at his lover "shut up, you offered to meet them" Alec pulled himself into a sitting position. Using this new position, he poked Magnus in the chest, "you volunteered, even after I warned you against it." Magnus sighed softly, nuzzling into the crook of Alec's pale neck. "Calm down darling," he soothed, pressing his lips firmly against Alec's. Moving in motions that Alec knew well enough how to follow, and so he did. Magnus fingers curled through his wild hair, and Alec could feel Magnus grin into the kiss, "hopeless," the warlock grinned. Whether the warlock was referring to Alec's hair, or his inability to continue to argue a point after a simple kiss from his undeniably delicious lips. The answer Alec gave answered both or either of those. He stuck his tongue out in a childish answer that instantly became un-childish due to the position they were in
Their kisses took on a new momentum, becoming hungrier. A low moan forced its way Out of Alec Alec's parted lips, and Magnus bit the lower of the two with his sharp canines, causing himself and his partner to sink into the plush soft mattress. Alec fisted his hands in Magnus's hair, messing up the streaks of glitter, but Magnus himself was beyond caring at this point. He nipped, and Alec but him back, hard. His hand burst into white-hot pain, and he, the high warlock of something or another passed out, (and though he would deny it at any later date) dead fainted.
Waking up the next morning, Magnus was rudely awakened in all senses of the word as the Alarm clock Alec always insisted on setting (where was he planning on going this early anyway?) he whacked it with his fist, hitting random buttons. The built in radio came on, playing some obnoxious chart song. Blue fire crackled under Magnus' fingers as he kept trying to turn. The. Damn. Thing. Off. The contraption exploded, the pieces flying all over his nightstand. Oh good, He hadn't woken Alec, who had been missing a bit of sleep lately due to some calls to kill demons in the middle of the night.
Magnus stretched languidly, his memories of the most recent occurrences fuzzy and insubstantial. His hand smarted painfully, and the other was awkwardly asleep due to Alec being sprawled out over it. Magnus inspected his left hand critically, removing the jade ring and setting on the bedside table. The inside of his hand was the way it had always been. The surprise came when he turned his hand to look at the opposite side, the once small barely noticeable band had branched out, like thorny vines, creeping over his hand and wrist, his fingers seemed unaffected by the change, only the middle one was marked, the way it always had been, a thorny circle that only took up a tiny minute space.
Magnus was puzzled as to why the mark had spread over only the top of his hand towards the wrist. Alec shifted and blinked sleepily. There was no shadowhunter training, so Alec was in no particular rush to leave. Magnus tried to hide the happenings, but Alec was too quick, snatching Magnus' Hand out of the air, midway to a prospective hiding place under the sheets. The frown lines in Alec's face deepened, "what happened? That wasn't there yesterday was it?" worry clouded the shadowhunter eyes, he pressed his lips gently against the warlock's almost boneless hand, Magnus sighed as feather light weight brushed against his fingers. "I don't know what it is," Magnus admitted, his mood becoming more somber, serious.
"I passed out last night and this morning, lo and behold it had spread all over my hand." Magnus realized one second too late that he had worded that badly. He crossed his fingers mentally, hoping Alec would not notice. "So this was there before?" Alec demanded to know, his grip on Magnus' hand tightening slightly, making him wince slightly in pain. "Yes" Magnus breathed. Alec suddenly realized how tight his grip on the feverishly hot hand was. This was also strange. Why was his hand this hot? Even for Magnus with his demonic blood, this was a stretch. He placed a hand on Magnus' fore head and the other traveled from his neck across his collarbone to the slightly glittery chest. Magnus was assaulted by lightheadedness, and his head dropped heavily onto the canary yellow pillow that reminded him of his old bedcovers.
The world swam slightly. "You're sick!" Alec declared needlessly, his eyes growing wide. Magnus shook his head; this was wrong, "warlocks don't get sick." then sneezed, negating his statement. Alec wasn't taking his word for it, tucking the sheets in around him. Supporting his head with two fluffy pillows. Magnus wanted to stop Alec, but he had that look on his face that made it known that Alec wasn't planning on taking any lip.
Alec moved into the kitchen, searching through the cupboards for something that was either soup or tee. Both would also be very much appreciated. As he was browsing the pantry and other of what he would consider food receptacles, his fingers brushed a tin, and he pulled it down. Thinking it might be the tea he had sought for, he tried t open the tin container. Small golden particles flew out and floated around in the air. Realizing this obviously wasn't tea; he set it back on the counter, trying to decide where on Magnus' messy shelves there was space for it. A giddy feeling rushed over him, almost the way the floor rushed up to meet him. Alec woke up gain a few minutes later (he always checked the clock), and was kind of unsure of what had caused him to pass out. On the bright side, he found the ingredients for a soup he had often fed Jace and Isabelle when they were sick. He didn't notice the empty tin sitting on the counter
Raindrops drenched the houses and streets and whosever dared to walk among them.
Alec wrapped himself in his black coat and stepped out into the torrents after a quick kiss and a warning not to do anything stupid like take a rain shower, or walk around half naked. Magnus had laughed and shooed him off, then waved as he disappeared down the road, still fighting the urge to sneeze (an entirely new experience for our favorite warlock). Once Alec was out of sight, Magnus shut the door with a final sounding click. He stepped back into his flat and stooped to pet his cat, Chairman Meow "I'm going to visit our friend, Karluck Graffahrrk" his cat purred, nuzzling into the scratching fingers.
He picked up his feline companion, and walked into his expansive closet. Instead of going and choosing the brightest colors possible, he gravitated more toward the darker clothes. Where he was headed, sticking out too much could attract trouble, but he could still dress up, just not so brightly. Into the end he decided on black and a dark shade of crimson. Tight black leather pants, with red stitching and buttons. The stitching took the form of thin intricate spider webs with the occasional spider. On top he wore a snug fitting black cashmere sweater and a choker with a flat polished fire opal hanging in the hollow of his neck. The stone gleamed like a cat's eye.
His earrings were wide silver hoops with twisting red designs. Instead of glitter, temporary red dye decorated his side bangs. Magnus looked at his hand and realized that rings weren't going to do the trick anymore. So he snapped on some red fingerless gloves with free knuckles that reached to about his forearms. High-heeled black leather ankle-boots completed the more punk looking of Magnus' outfits. He walked out to the door of his flat, grabbing a coat from the closet as went. It was black and nearly floor length, giving him a slightly more sinister air as he ducked into the alleys of New York.
So… decent? No? Maybe?
Well I'm going to keep on rewriting so peace out beatches