It was an exquisite morning. There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and the sun was shining through the leaves and shimmering on the calm lake water, making it look like it was sprinkled with diamond dust. Magnus was staring at the beautiful sight in front of him, but he wasn't really seeing it. There was only one image on his mind. A pair of perfect blue eyes, on a pale angelic face framed with raven hair.
Suddenly he felt an iron grip on his arm, and before he had time to react, he was pulled inside the cold water. His cat-eyes widened and he froze as the phouka held him under the surface suffocating him. Childhood memories of his father trying to drown him in the lake came back to him and he became paralysed with terror, unable to fight to save his life.
'So that's it… I'm finally going to die as I should have, all those years ago…' He thought closing his eyes, unable to move, his body no longer obeying him. 'But I wish I could have seen you one last time…' Was his last thought before the darkness claimed him.
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"Magnus! Magnus wake up! Open your eyes! Magnus!"
The High Warlock heard a familiar voice calling to him and slowly opened his eyes looking up at those beautiful blue eyes that had haunted his dreams and every waking hour for the past month. "Alexander…?" he rasped, "Am I… dead?"
Alec was looking at him, an anguished expression on his face, but sighed in relief once Magnus opened his eyes and spoke to him. "No…" He whispered, a small sad smile on his lips as he reached out and pushed a wet lock of hair away from his golden-green eyes. "But that was too close…" He added, his voice trembling slightly.
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Three minutes ago…
The Shadowhunter had gone out to get some air, unable to stay in the institute another moment. He felt the walls closing in, that place that no longer felt like home, suffocating him. He missed the loft. He missed the Chairman. He even missed Brooklyn. But most of all he missed him. He missed everything about him. His radiant smile, his musical voice, his touch, his warmth at night. His love… So he left, not saying a word to anyone and he wandered aimlessly wherever his feet took him. At some point he found himself in the park, and raising his eyes form the ground, he froze.
He saw Magnus standing by the lake, his back turned to the Nephilim that was left staring at him mesmerized. The sun was turning his skin golden, painfully reminding him of that day Magnus saved his life and stayed with him through the night to make sure he was okay. 'It's all over now…' Alec thought and was about to turn away, knowing he wouldn't want to see him. But then he saw a movement on a nearby bush and froze in place, observing, as the oblivious Warlock just stood there. He saw a phouka move stealthily behind Magnus and cursed, reaching for his bow, only to curse again realizing he left it in the institute.
Before he could shout his name to warn him, the phouka had grabbed him and disappeared under the water with him. "MAGNUS!" He screamed running at full speed to reach him, knowing that Magnus still disliked water and realizing that being held under like that would terrify him. Not even stopping to think about the cold he jumped in the water, pulling a knife out of his boot before doing so, and attacked the phouka, forcing it to let go of Magnus, who seemed to be unconscious. Terrified, his heart beating wildly in his chest, he pulled the Warlock out of the water, gently laying him down on the grass, and checking his vitals. His heart almost stopped when he saw Magnus was not breathing, and with trembling hands, he opened the buttons of his shirt and pressed his palms on his chest, trying to restart his heart and make him breathe. Finally he succeeded, sighing in relief as Magnus coughed up the lake water.
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That's all for now! That was really an oneshot but I decided to cut it and give you half today! Hope you liked it! Note: