Alec rarely used his free time for anything other than practice. He had long since mastered his archery style. Like the others, preferring the simple and solace. But as his eighteenth birthday approached he found himself in the presence of Magnus Bane more and more. There were days they would message back and forth for hours. It had gotten him a few raised brows from Jace, during their sparring matches, as he kept checking his phone. Or he would take off to meet up with Mags. But of course he had to endure endless teasing.

There were times he had come out of the shower to find Izzy and Clary setting out his 'date clothes'. They had even gone shopping with him. Izzy made him swear never to wear them outside the 'date environment' or she'd kill him. He was inclined to believe her. But as time progressed, he realized that his 'feelings' for Jace shifted. It was now camaraderie and brotherhood or maybe they were all along. Far from the unquenched lust he had always assumed. He could laugh about it now, when he thought of the fearless rune and the night Clary created it.

"Ha..." Slipped through Alec's quiet musings.

"Alexander, what is it?" Magnus asked looking up from his spell book. They had been lounging on opposite sides of the couch with their entangled. Their sons had long since been tucked into bed. Alec was proud of his little family. Though there were still Shadowhunters that looked down on him for loving Magnus and Max and thought Rafe was better off with a 'real' Shadowhunter. So, that he could be trained "properly". The Clave had tried but Rafe refused to leave his Papa and Daddy. After a particular nasty attempt, where the Clave's chosen representative, had left with two sets of teeth indents and claw marks that raked the left side of their face. The Clave decided soon after that to let the matter drop.

"Alec?" Magnus tried again to break him from his daze, this time waving his jewel hand in front of Alec's face for good measure.

"What?" Alec said coming fully aware of himself.

Chuckling Magnus asked, "Now, where did your mind wonder off to, my Blue-eye Angel?"

"Not far, Mags. Just thinking of the past." Alec replied, running the tip of his pointer finger down the bridge of Magnus' nose. "We've come so, far. Done so much."

"Changed so much," Magnus added, leaning into Alec's touch. "You've changed so much since you and your friends crossed my thereshold so long ago, Alexander."

"Not really..."

"But still modest," Magnus muttered. "Yes, you have, my love. You used to lock away your feelings. And I would've had to use an acetylene torch and acid to get you to tell me about your day."

"I wasn't that bad," Alec argued, half heartly. "Besides you treated me like spun glass. You would've thought I was a Southern Belle in the midst of a case of the vapors." Alec teased fanning himself while fluttering his lashes rather like a belle.

"I never...would mistake you for an empty headed brat!"Magnus countered.

"But..."

"Blace, does seem to fit that category, don't you think?" Alec rolled over laughing at Magnus' habit of tearing apart Jace's name. He'd done that every day, since the first time Alec asked him out. Initially, it was his way of telling him,he much more perfered him over gold. Alec had thought it was an odd thing to say. Why would anyone compare him to gold. Magnus was quick to correct him saying that he was silver not gold. Which just confused him even more. Magnus went on to explain,"gold is beautiful but few know that silver is even rarer that gold. You are my silver. I have had enough gold in my lifetime but never silver."

It had made him turn crimson. To have someone like Magnus in his life had steadily become a base for what his life would change into, no longer was he afraid to cross the lines between the downworld and Shadowhunters! He liked how Simon said it best, he gave the world the finger and did things his way. He never had to toe the line again and he was better for it. Much like Jace, he chose to let his heart lead the way. He knew what he wanted, Magnus had always been his short answer. The only answer for him.

He adored the man that brought him peace. His soulmate, if you can believe it. A downworlder and a shadowhunter. The son of a Prince of Hell and a son of Angels. An odd couple, yet perfectly matched.