The sun is what wakes him up and at first,Alec can't place where he feels a warm body pressed against him and an arm thrown across his torso.
Oh.
Oh.
Magnus Warlock of the most powerful downworlder in the state.
Extreme cuddler.
He slowly turns to his side, careful not to jostle the (beautiful) man next to sight takes his breath away.
His boyfriend's face is devoid of any make-up whatsoever and Alec feels so tremendously privileged to see him like this.
He's told Magnus countless times that he's beautiful without all the glitter and eyeliner but he respects his decision to use it because
I don't do this to look beautiful,Alexander.I do this to feel beautiful.
And right now,in the calm,with the sun streaming into the room through the cracks in the curtain and the tranquility the early morning offers,Alec can sort of see what he means.
His boyfriend is,no doubt,absolutely breathtaking without all the make-up on his face but it's like all those products make him seem so much more…in 's like an this mask,preventing the world from seeing him as vulnerable or in need of help. And Alec still feels honoured at being able to see this man without the façade he shows everyone else.
At getting the opportunity to see him so bare,but at the same time,so whole.
Right now,he sees the way the sun falls on his face,highlighting the hollows of his cheekbones and jaw.
He sees the way his nose slightly shifts and the small movements his lips make as he breathes in his sleep.
He notices the slight stubble on his chin that Magnus will no doubt shave off when he gets up,because Beards are for old people,Alexander,and I'm too fabulous to age.
He notices the soft sounds he makes as he exhales.A slow phew.
He notices his hair spread out around his head on the pillow like a mane.
He can count the number of eyelashes on Magnus and he does, because anything to do with Magnus is magical and beautiful and so absolutely lovely and Alec wants to know everything about him.
He looks at this man lying down next to him,cuddling into him,so calm and serene and has two thoughts.
The first one is about how Magnus right now,this Magnus,is a 's so completely different from the one one who wouldn't be caught dead wearing pajamas,albeit silk ones,on the streets unless he feels like starting a one who wouldn't dare be seen unshaven and one who would rather have dinner with Maryse than not be the life of the party,bright and exuberant and fun and so alive.
The second thought is about how lucky Alec hardly dares to think about what his life could have been if Magnus hadn't entered it when he came in like a hurricane and refused to leave and for that Alec can't be more thankful.
He vaguely thinks that he's being exceptionally sappy this morning when his train of thought is interrupted by a voice.
"Staring is rude, I'll have you know."
It's mumbled and a bit hoarse with remnants of sleep but nonetheless, Magnus's voice makes Alec feel all warm and cozy inside.
"It's more of an appreciative gaze than an intrusive one, really."
He feels tingly,knowing that they're so comfortable around eachother, that he can say these things to him, unreserved,without overthinking it.
"Well,in that case,appreciate all you want."
He lets out a small laugh and marvels at this man's ability to get him to show some kind of positive emotion before 8am and his cup of ,the fact that he gets him to show any emotion at all.
Magnus has made him feel so much in this short span of time and it's like he brought so much light into Alec's life with him.
"What are you thinking about?"
It sounds more awake but it's somehow softer,more he knows. And as Alec looks at this magnificent warlock next to him,this stunning man holding him like Alec's his lifeline,clinging onto him,he feels so full of affection and there's really only one thing he can reply with to that question.
"I love you."