Hello darlings! So quite a while ago in What Do You Want From Me, Magnus mentioned that when Maryse found him in Alec's room that fateful morning after Alec did Raphael (if you don't read it ignore me) he had on a scarlet feather boa. And ClairelovesMalec asked me why, but I rather rudely never replied. My apologies.
This is why.
Vampires, Magnus thought, had to be the most pretentious species in existence.
Of course their annual meeting would end at midnight. Which meant that Alec, whom he'd just set the signal to so he'd go and rescue Simon from Raphael, wouldn't get back until at least two, if his usual ass-kicking and subway-riding times were anything to go by.
He wanted to stay awake, just to feel the Shadowhunter slip into sleep beside him, to tell him a bedtime story if he was too adrenalin-pumped to sleep, for a sleepy, lingering goodnight kiss.
But he was soooo tired. Besides, the Institute was boring at night when Maryse was there; she always made sure that Izzy and Jace tidied up and went to bed and didn't get up to any late-night shenanigans, of which Magnus had witnessed many on the many times he'd stayed over. He'd never stayed there without Alec though- it was a first.
A sleepy grin licked across the warlock's lips as he had an idea. It was impossible to be bored, or indeed asleep, while dancing to anything by Queen.
Magic depleted from psychically guardian angel-ing Simon at the vampire meeting, Magnus stripped and pulled on a pair of Alec's underwear from a drawer in his overflowing wardrobe instead of summoning pyjamas, then took a peek in his drawer. There wasn't much in it, due to his tendency to summon things- but said drawer was for emergencies, and this was such.
His long, tanned fingers rifled through the scattering of objects before drawing out a spare iPod- Alec had simply no decent music- and a long, shockingly scarlet feather boa that slithered out like a strand of spaghetti from the random-object-bolognese.
The Show Must Go On- a perfect song to chase away boredom!
Magnus danced like he spoke; fluidly, confidently and of course completely over the top- until the album ended, and as crackling silence filled his ears, exhaustion returned. He snuggled under the covers, tucked up like a puppy, and started to drift off almost immediately.
If Alec wanted a bedtime story, he could tell it himself.
Alec still wasn't back in the morning when Raphael's fire message woke him up.
Very brief, I know, but it's just a bit of fun. And if you're interested, dancing to The Show Must Go On in a feather boa is very, very fun- try it. I mean it. As Adam Ant said: ridicule is nothing to be scared of. Although you might want to do it in private nevertheless.
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