"So tell me more about this...Will," Alec said, leaning over the balcony and staring out at the sea, the waves slowly washing upon the shore and retreating back into its depths. The sky's sunset was reflected off its glistening surface in a multitude of faded, soothing colors. Its bright white light was hurting his eyes, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to look at Magnus, face to face.
Magnus gave a surprised grunt, then sighed. Alec could almost imagine him lifting his sunglasses to peer at him, then stretching out on the chair as he prepared to speak. "C'mon, Alec, that was a long time ago. You shouldn't have to worry now that he's gone. Besides, what's there to really know about?"
Alec pursed his lips, clenching the iron railing until his knuckles were as white as they could ever get. He still couldn't bring himself to look directly at Magnus. "Lots."
A chuckle. A chuckle. Was Magnus laughing at him? Did he find that his questioning him about his past love life amusing?
He ground his jaw, setting it hard.
"Well, you certainly looked like him," Magnus said. Alec blinked in surprise. Did Magnus actually sound wistful? He felt jealousy starting to build up inside him, weighing his heart down. But Magnus wasn't aware of this, because he continued on. "Same dark blue eyes, same black hair...you're a bit more on the thin side, but other than that, you looked like him. Black and blue are, after all, my favorite combination."
"Is that why? Why you were interested?" Alec demanded suddenly, the fury still building up.
"What?" Magnus seemed surprised and startled at the rage in his voice.
"It's all about the looks, isn't it?" Alec suddenly turned angrily to Magnus, the anger inside ready to erupt like a volcano. The look on his face made him guilty, but he couldn't stop himself. "You're gonna use me like everyone else you've been through, like a piece of paper that you could easily throw away. Once I get old, you're gonna throw me away, abandon me. This is all a joke to you, isn't it?"
Magnus's catlike eyes widened in shock, then narrowed to angry slits. "What are you talking about? Alexander, that's not true!"
"Or is it?" Alec asked sourly. "Tell that you're not gonna cringe at my face in thirty years, if we even make it that far. Tell me the truth."
"Stop it, Alec, just stop." Magnus got up, running a hand through his spiky hair wearily.
"It's true isn't it, it's true!" he snapped, and flinched away when Magnus reached for him. "Don't touch me."
"Alec..." Alec glared at Magnus, whose face was ashen with sadness and...grief? He wasn't sure. He could never be sure now. "You have to listen to me..."
"No! No, I won't!" Alec shoved past him, and stopped in the doorway for moment, then whispered, "If you really love me, you'll find a way to keep us together, whether it's making me immortal or giving up your own immortality."
Then, he turned and slammed the door behind him, not hearing Magnus slump back into his chair with a pained expression on his face.