For not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
It was peaceful, thought Magnus to himself as he sat with his legs crossed on the small Victorian couch he was currently sharing with Alexander. The room had been thrown into a hazy glow of red, orange, and yellow as the fire crackled and hissed quietly in front of them. Chairmen meow was curled into a little fuzzy ball on top of the couch and Alec curled in the crook of Magnus's shoulder. Magnus watched the fire dance in swirling patterns for a long time. He should have been asleep long ago but something was bugging him. Just then the fire made a horrible whipping sound and inside the flames was a single piece of paper. Ever so carefully as so not wake the sleeping boy in his arms, Magnus gently set down Alec on the couch. As if he had been doing it for years (which he had) Magnus reached into the fire and withdrew from it the letter that was addressed to not him, but Alec. Looking behind him to make sure the boy had not wakened he opened the letter and red the address and it struck Magnus that he had seen the handwriting before. Yes, the very curve of the "e" this person wrote was familiar to him. Ah yes, that's it. Before making a mental note of the contents written in the letter Magnus threw the paper back into the fire and sat quietly watching it burn. Then very carefully as so not to disturb the sleeping boy Magnus tucked Alec back into his arms. A smile tugged at his lips and a new hatred formed in his heart for the only man he ever truly loved.
Well hello everyone! I know it's been quite a long time (2 years in fact!) since I've posted anything but my New Year's resolution is to jump back into writing so I hope you enjoy Chapter one to my brand new story set during and after COLS. Don't forget to R&R Thank you!