Title: Cricket
Characters: Alec, Magnus
Pairings: Alec/Magnus
Rating: PG-13 for slash, veryvery slight sex implications, and swearing.
Word count: 379
Summary: Drabble. "You're just deaf. You couldn't hear the cricket, and you can't hear the joy either." Alec underestimated Magnus's perceptive senses.
A/N: Okay, so this came out of completely nowhere. But I'm going to be taking some time off from posting fanfic, and this is a good way to slowly get myself off. Here's a short Malec drabble that's going to be the only thing you see from me for a while. Yay, vivid!synesthesia!Magnus. I got a good kick out of the 'joyjoyjoyjoy' thing.
And yes, this was inspired by an experience of mine. -.- I hate crickets.
It was dark. Not that Alec minded, curled in Magnus's arms. He didn't need to see – all that mattered was what he was feeling, inside and out. He felt the overwhelming joy inside his heart, the love still bubbling over the top and drugging him. He felt the smooth warmth of the warlock's skin on his. Both of them were completely still in Magnus's bed, the aforementioned warlock's breathing so deep and relaxed that Alec was beginning to think he was asleep.
Not that that was ever a good thing to assume with Magnus.
Only the Angel knew how long they had lay, tangled in each other's arms, before he Magnus first stirred in palpable annoyance. It seemed he was hearing a noise that Alec himself could not; one that was loud, annoying, and incessant. He ground his teeth, sighed, shook his head once in a while. There was more and more time passing before Alec finally murmured, "Jesus, Magnus, what is it?"
"Do you hear that?" was the only whispered reply he received in return. Alec shook his head, forgetting for a moment the total darkness of the nightfall.
It seemed that Magnus felt it, because he snorted and whispered to his lover as he gently pressed his lips against his neck, "I'll be right back," and began to skillfully disengage himself from Alec. Alec stopped him with an awkward twist of his arm that made him bite his lip to keep from expressing his pain.
"Where are you going?"
"I," Magnus told him, slipping away at an alarmingly inhuman speed, "am going to go kill that fucking cricket."
It was only moments before he was back, seeming much more at ease. Alec couldn't help himself – he laughed quietly. "Your hearing's that sharp?"
"You're just deaf," Magnus sniffed. Alec could see his eyes in the dark. They shone brilliantly, little slits against the rest of the black nothing. "You couldn't hear the cricket. And you can't hear the joy, either."
"What?"
Magnus seemed to pay him no mind, grinning to himself. "Now that it's quiet I can hear it. Joyjoyjoyjoy."
"You are so weird," Alec commented, deftly intertwining one of his limbs with Magnus's once more.
"You know you wouldn't have me any other way, you jerk."
"Oh, yeah, I know."