Was feeling sad so wrote some of this bs.

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Magnus struggled to be happy sometimes. He had his amazing Alec, his great friends Catarina, Izzy, Clary, Raphael and more, and an adorable little Madzie who loves to watch Little Mermaid with him.

But sometimes he sat alone in his loft, done with his work, and stared at the wall.

Ragnor? Killed

Camille? In Jail

His mother? Suicide

What was left for him?

He'd sit in his loft and sip his dry martini.

He'd sit the cup down.

He'd hunch over, shoulders high, fingers spread and bent, torso turned inwards, eyes wide open, nostrils flared, and cheeks red.

He would feel it coming before he woke up. He'd just know when to wear the waterproof makeup.

The tears would be everywhere, because he couldn't just stay in one place.

The rail of the terrace. The bathroom sink. The kitchen table, the couch cushion. The silk of his shirt. The leather of his pants.

And Alec would come home, and Magnus would magic away his tears and kiss Alec with all the love in the world.

And pretend Alec couldn't tell he'd been breaking. The same way we break when we die inside.