Okay. Expect three more stories from me today. I'm burning with ideas. And it doesn't help that I've just finished the second book.
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"You tried to drink the East River. I pulled you out."
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A splash had alerted Magnus back to his senses. He was slumped to the side, one hand dangling out the window and his hair, although dry from sea water, was not dry from sweat. His breathing was ragged, as if he had been excruciatingly tired. But the splash had awoken him, if not brought him slightly back to his senses. There, he saw, just up ahead, a figure having fallen from the boat.
Magnus spat something about Valentine dirtying up the river with more of his demon monstrosities when he noticed the familiar dark hair, and then the hands flailing to get afloat, but failing. It was a second to the clock, but for Magnus, the drowning young boy that had been flung off the boat could not waste seconds. And Magnus, too, was revolted at himself for not having acted faster, not having lurched off the cab and swum at Alec Lightwood.
Magic was a no go, for his energy had been drained from him. A momentary pause to curse the wards and then curse Valentine more before he jumped off the cab and then into the icy water. A gasp emanated from him but he kept going on, and just as Alec was about to sink, he brought his arms around him and pulled him close, to his chest. He stayed like that for a moment – well, they.
The water was freezing cold and Magnus's sharp teeth were chattering, but he kept his arms locked around Alec, not wanting to let go for if he did, Alec might succumb to deep sleep and wake up the next morning and find himself under the water. If he did wake up, anyway. The chances were sleek if it came to that.
"You silly Nephilim, don't die on me now." Magnus said with a non-too crooked smile, he meant to pass it off as a joke, but fear had gripped him. His eyes were darting around the darkness, trying to look for something, someone. They were all too busy. Pulling himself together he started to swim back to the truck, Alec Lightwood being dragged behind him. From the corner of his eyesight, he saw Isabelle Lightwood hauling herself up to one of the Shadowhunter boats. One less body to fish out.
Magnus sat Alec down and watched as the boy leaned against the truck, eyes closed. He leaned forward and placed a palm to Alec's chest, trying to feel for his heartbeat. Maybe it was the noise outside, or the ringing in Magnus ears, or maybe it was his own fear that made him think Alec wasn't breathing anymore. But a moment too soon Alec was slowly stirring and Magnus Bane pulled away, looking at him with his cat's eyes.
"What-What happened?"
And Magnus Bane could only hold his tongue back. He would've said; "Alec, my darling, you're fine. I thought you were going to drown. I plucked you out of the water myself, I would now, and held on to you like a drowning man would with a sinking raft. You don't know how much it was for me to see you failing so miserably at trying to keep yourself afloat, I felt like I was drowning as well...I felt like that time at the Institute, when I'd almost lost you."
But he didn't say that. Because if he did, he knew of what Alec would've said.
And rejection was not something he could handle after he'd spent all his energy trying to ward off the protection, trying to swim through the icy water to save the young Shadowhunter. No, it would be too much.
Too, too much.
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Angst angst angst because I'm an angst ridden teen. No, really, I'm just kidding. But it's nice to be back on my playing field. Anyway. This wasn't much, just Magnus's view on when Alec Lightwood fell off that boat. Yeah. Panicky warlock.