This story is about Magnus Bane. I'm sorry this first bit isn't very long but it takes me ages to write things, however I am hoping to get faster as I carry on with my writing on here. I am also new to fanfiction so please bear this in mind when reading my story. I hope you like it!
Outside a club in the middle of New York city stood a warlock. He held a delicately curved wine glass with patterns embedded in its skin and held his other lighted palm to it, watching as within the glass appeared lines, going out from the centre and slowly reached the air. The shards fell onto the ground silently and the warlock let out a sigh, reached into his pocket for a tissue, and bent down to collect the shards within it. He closed them in his fist and walked away from the club, his feet not making a sound on the pavement, his head down, hair falling into his eyes for once. He couldn't look up yet the path was the only direction for him, and he couldn't look for it. Not facing the future was not an option for him; his future was timeless. And thinking of the past made him feel awful.
A noise behind the warlock made him turn and he saw a teenage boy coming out of a shop holding a carrier bag heavy with milk bottles and coffee. The boy was talking on the phone saying something about how he'd be back soon, he was just five minutes away. The person on the other end of the phone replied and the boy smiled warmly, "Yeah we can chat until I get back." The warlock listened to the flow of the conversation until it was comforting rhythm.
It was only when the boy walked past casting a weird glance at him that Magnus realized he'd stopped walking in the middle of the pavement. He walked to the side dejectedly and sunk down against a store window. Moonlight made its way down into his eyes for the first time since dark as he gazed up with water speckled on his cheeks like freckles, and he slept there that night with the moon wrapped around him, and the stars catching his dreams.