Chapter 1: Treasured Memories
Magnus sat on the green velvet arm chair that faced the door, he was watching and waiting for his beloved; Alec. Alec wasn't normally this late and Magnus was starting to become worried and he started to pace in front of the door. "What if he's hurt? Should I try and find him? No he would think I'm a crazy stalker!" he wondered aloud. Magnus settled himself back into the chair, tugging at his short, spiky hair and ended up getting slimy hair gel on his fingers. To pass the time he thought back to happier times.
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Sitting in a round booth that was covered with red cotton cloth over the cold metal frame, in the café, with; Jace, Clary, Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Maryse and Robert. Magnus was sweating buckets and was so nervous that he thought he might collapse. Today was the day, he had stayed up all the night before worrying about this day, and that had involved a lot of swearing especially when he was fretting about the ring because he had forgotten the ring size, "I'm a goddamn warlock I'll just enchant the fucking ring so it fits his finger, God what am I doing to myself he might not even say yes an then I'll just look like a clown." Magnus was determined for this to work so he fought through all the negative thoughts and doubts.
Now he was sitting here next to Alec, waiting for the right moment that never seemed to come, so he had to make it the right time, but unfortunately Maryse had beaten him to it. "So my lovelies when are you taking your relationship to the next level?" she inquired in her sweetest voice but it held a hint of demand in the question. Alec spat his lemonade out on the table and started to sputter, Magnus whacked him square on the back with a concerned look on his face but if you looked closely you could see nervousness in his green cat-like eyes. As soon as Alec stopped sputtering he turned and looked into Magnus's eyes with his own bright blue eyes, there was a question in them. Magnus thought that this was the right time to pop the question everyone desperately wanted to hear. As Magnus slowly stood up everyone; except Alec of course, leaned closer with curiosity in their wide eyes.
Magnus cleared his suddenly dry throat and said "Alexander Gideon Lightwood, ummm," then he muttered under his breath "Oh for God's sake Magnus pull yourself together." "Alec would you like to do me the honour of becoming my husband?" Magnus asked quickly so that he wouldn't lose his nerve. There was another round of his spitting his lemonade on the table and Jace saying "Oh by the Angel Alec I don't think the tables are thirsty, now answer the poor man."Alec went pale and so did Clary because she was one of the few people who knew Alec's little secret, and this was that Alec used to have a crush, if you will, on Jace but realised it wasn't going anywhere and went on to find his true love and this was what scared Alec, could he really be happy when his partner lives forever and he would only live a short life? Because everyone knows shadow hunters normally don't live for their full life expectancy. Could he really leave his beloved to live a lonely life after he dies? Alec shakily stood up and faced Magnus with a promise of tears in his eyes, like watching water fill a cup and slowly trickle over the brim. Magnus thought Alec was going to run away, but he stood his ground and they stayed like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes and then suddenly Alec rushed at Magnus closing the few inches between them and hugged him tight nodding like a mad man on Magnus's shoulder and saying "Of course, yes, yes I'd love to marry you!"
Oblivious to the group of shadow hunters and the warlock, Camille Belcourt; Magnus's jealous ex vampire lover, was watching from the far table at the back of the café and because of her vampire hearing she heard all of it and as you can guess she wasn't pleased because she still had feelings for Magnus, even though he has clearly moved on from her. She sat there glaring at the group, her eyes alive with jealousy; you might even say they were glowing. Camille watched as Alec wrapped himself around Magnus and her jealousy got the best of her and she rushed soundlessly out of the cafe, careful not to attract the attention of the group.
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Magnus lounged in the arm chair, what was Alec doing? Why was he so late? Is he in trouble? With these questions nagging at his brain, creasing his white silk shirt and cream slacks and kicking off his black dress shoes he slowly dozed off in the chair.
