Mangus POV
The bar was cold and dark; this was how Magnus Bane preferred his drinking space. He brought the glass of Southern Comfort to his lips and tipped his head back to take the rest of it down in one big gulp. Magnus had found a friend and many fascinating adventures in consuming absurd amounts of alcohol but this was not one of those times. He ran a hand though his hair which made it more disheveled; the black spikes pointing in all directions most likely making him look like a madman. He almost smiled at this, but his lips just couldn't find a way to lift. Two weeks had painfully passed by since his break up with Alec and despite his liquid companion he could not help but think about his former lover like he was a shadow constantly at his heels. Everything seemed to remind him of Alec. Magnus had had many great loves and just fleeting romances over his long life but never had he let the loss of them bring his spirit down for too long. This was a part of his existence he had learn a long time ago that he could not change. He was forever and the mortals in his life were not. But he felt different somehow with Alec. Couldn't move on from him even after what he had done and even after he had ended with the young Shadowhunter. He tried to look at it from every angle, including Alec's. Magnus knew without a doubt that he played his part in his breakup with Alec. Alec just wanted to know him so desperately, to know where he came from and what made him the man that Alec loved. But he couldn't do it. He had shared his life with many lovers in the past and every time after they would leave or die he would feel like a part of him was taken along with them. He built a wall that Alec could never climb and in his desperation he fell for Camille's cunning lies. Magnus also knew that the young man was new to relationships and felt insecure against Magnus's long list of bedmates. But Magnus could not change his past nor could he change the betrayal he felt at what Alec was speaking about doing. He really didn't believe that he would have went behind his back and stolen his Immortality. It was all just a mess and in the middle of all this grief was the love they have for each other. But as Magnus bowed his head and lifted a hand to signal the bartender for another glass he knew that sometimes love wasn't enough and that it destroyed.
Isabelle POV.
"Alec?" Isabelle tapped on the door with the toe of her black stiletto boot not wanting to startle Alec if he was asleep by pounding on the door to loudly. She wanted to give him space, this was his first heartache and she knew it would take time for him to climb out of the dark hole he had fallen in. While she waited she thought back to the night Alec had come home and softly called to her though her bedroom door. Simon had just left to go to Luke's for some blood and she let him into the room readying a comeback for whatever embarrassing or over protective brotherly comment he was about to say but instead in the light beyond her door she saw his face tear stained and defeated. He came and lay next to her and told her the long awful story of everything he had done with Camille and what had happened between him and Magnus Bane. Alec slept in her room that night just like they did when they were children when one of them had a bad dream or heard a fight between their parents. She had comforted him and been very gentle with him for the past two weeks but she decided enough was enough. Alec needed a little tough sisterly love and sun light, maybe she could force him to go to a party with her. Isabelle heard a faint moan come through the door and with mild irritation pushed the door open and went in to drag Alec out.
Alec's room was dark, the black curtains draped over his floor to ceiling windows pulled tightly shut. With the light of the hallway she could see Alec's form laying covered on the bed. If Jace wasn't feeling under the weather and with the whole golden fire thing from Glorious to deal with Isabelle would have had him help her drag Alec out. She walked over to his bed and sat down by his head.
"Alec listen I know you're upset and I'm beyond sympathetic but this had to stop…."
"Izzy…" Alec moaned softy his hand making a light grabbing motion at the sheets like he was rooting around for her hand. "It hurts."
She ran her hand across his forehead and down his face; she was surprise to find he was burning up. She turned his bedside lamp on and gasped. Her brother was paler than usual and pouring sweat. His legs were tangled in the sheets and his eyes were shut tight as if in pain. He was in pain.
Isabelle grabbed her stele out her pocket of her cropped blazer jacket "its okay Alec." She soothed but she was getting anxious. She had never seen him like this before other than when he was injured by the Greater Demon. "Tell me what hurts, were you injured in a fight? " Her eyes combed over him and that when she saw it, peaking out of the top of his black tee shirt... Alec moaned again softly and began to fidget slightly as if severely uncomfortable. Isabelle quietly set her stele down on the bedside table and leaned into her brother. She hooked a finger into the collar of his shirt and stretched it down. In shock she propelled off the bed and onto her feet letting Alec's shirt go, but still she could see the Parapatai mark on his left collarbone. The Rune that Alec had had for so long that linked him to Jace was shinning a Golden color against his pale skin. She stretched a finger out to touch it and felt a shock run up her arm. She didn't want to leave him alone for long so she kicked off her boot and ran as fast as she could to find anyone that could help.