A/N: I hope you will like this story that I am writing! I am not sure where I am going with it but I hope it will give me a wonderful fanfiction about the love between Alec and Magnus!

I just want to tell you that my native language is something that is really far from English and I know that my grammar isn't perfect so if you feel like pointing something out or have some advice that could help me I would love if you told me! I want the result to be perfect so reviews are ALWAYS welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters!

Prologue!

Alec looked at the sketch he had before him. It was a beautiful woman I the picture she was naked and she was standing with her hands behind her head and tilting her head a bit upwards. It was a beautiful woman that modeled for him. She hadn't been to think like women tended to be when they were models! She had looked like any person on the street and Alec loved that! He was all for showing the beauty in true forms and he loved portraying the flaws of people because that was what made them interesting! This woman had really beautiful curves, something that any professional scout would have either turned her down for or he would have used some computer program to erase them! He would do no such thing! The only thing he would change was the background! She wouldn't stand in his apartment or art studio that he had turned it into, rather she would be in the alive forest with butterflies around her! She would look amazing and he was going to make two paintings of her! One she had asked for herself because apparently she had seen his art and she had fallen in love with it and she wanted something that amazing in her house! He smiled as he thought about it, he was going to blow this women's mind! He put on a button up shirt that was covered in paint! It was his favorite shirt painting in and he just couldn't throw it away even if it kind of made him look like some nobody that just painted for fun but that was kind of what he did so he was actually kind of proud to give customers and models that impression. He had hired a loft apartment that he had turned into an art studio! His whole flat was just one room with a thin wall of frosted glass creating the personal space of the bedroom! He had a sofa and a small tv that he rarely used! He also had a lot of paintings hanging on the walls, some even stood on the floor leaning against a wall! It was so full and still he had a coroner with another sofa, this one looked older and gave of a more authentic look. It was also there he had a bookcase full with paint and brushes! This was where the magic happened and he had thought about getting a table so he could sit and work but had chosen against it when he thought about it! He liked standing and somehow he felt like his paintings turned out better if he painted them standing! Maybe it was just superstition! But he couldn't change his way of doing things! Now he had one brush in his hand and another one behind his ear as he started painting! His always had one behind his ear and sometimes he used to have paint on them both and then the paint ended up in his hair! His sister used to mock him for always having paint in his black hair but he couldn't help it! It was something he had picked up and now it was too late to stop it! He started painting the beautiful forest that the women later would stand in! He didn't sketch anything first! He just started painting and let the forest take form from his skilled brush strokes alone! He had always painted like this and he considered it one of his most valuable assets as a painter! He did something special! This also meant that he would end up wasting some paintings just because they turned out badly but that was okay because the result was worth it! The only thing he had a sketch of was the person that he portrayed into the portrait in the end!

When Alec started painting nothing else existed! He was so lost in the paintings' that he wouldn't hear the door ring, he would miss his phone telling him someone wanted to get a hold of him! Also he was so lost that he forgot that there were things called sleep or even food! He had tried to have other jobs than just painting because he didn't earn that much since he wasn't famous in any way; but he had failed on all jobs he had tried out. It wasn't because he was bad at the working part, it was more because he failed to show up for work! He would manage pretty well but then he got a painting he wanted to do and he would even forget to call in sick! He just couldn't hold down a normal job so he had quit trying and decided to focus completely on his paintings and his true passion! He didn't do it for the money even if he needed it to pay the rent he still only painted when things felt right and he had something to inspire him, like a beautiful model like this one he was painting now!

He had spent three days working nonstop on that painting and when he had been done he had given on to the model as payment and the other one he had tried to sell and soon enough he had gotten the chance! This had been three months ago and since then he had had no inspiration at all to paint! He had tried going out watching people and just sketching them in actions and at first he had thought that he was going to succeed! He had felt the mental block lifting but then it had just come back a thousand times worse and now he had no idea what would help him! He just felt miserable and that was the reason he now was coped up in his apartment eating take out and just lying in the sofa trying to find the meaning with life again! It was during this time that he heard vigorous knocking on his door! He let out a sight because he could bet everything he owned that it was his sister! She was always knew when something was up and she wouldn't go away until he talked to her! So he dragged himself out of bed and opened the door for his dear sister and she hurried inside afraid that he might close the door in her face! That had happened before and still she didn't seem to get the hint!
"Alexander Lightwood! What do you have to say in you defense? Why have you not picked up the bloody phone?" She shook her head and sounded angry but Alec could see that really she was just worried. She always started to worry when he hit one of his dry spots and wasn't painting and truth to be told this one had lasted abnormally long! He looked at her with a sigh,
"Usually dear sister, when someone doesn't pick up the phone it means that they don't want to talk to the person calling" He didn't understand why he had to explain this to his sister, she was twenty years old and it was something people learned from the beginning of their teenage years!
"Well I don't care! You are my brother and when you don't pick up the phone it's either because you're working or because you've hit a dry spot and I have been trying to reach you for a week and you don't work nonstop for a week so now you spill! Why can't you write?" She put her hands to her hips and sat down in his sofa and looked at him with a look that said she wouldn't accept any lies or the answer that everything was fine. He sighed again and sad down beside his sister. He couldn't argue with her and also this was something he could share with her.
"I don't know, I find no inspiration. I mean the people that I have worked with are all fine but they are so boring and also I have painted them before… So I tried going out and just paint random scenes that occurred but it all felt really dull and I don't know what to do! I think I have lost it for good this time." He sighed and leaned against his sisters. Maybe she had a solution for him!
"I'm sorry to hear that you find nothing fun to paint but you now as well as I do that these things come and go! Today and tomorrow may have nothing to give but then the day after that will give you the inspiration you need! Don't force it! And if there is a money problem I can help, I have more than enough" She smiled and put her arm around him! Her beloved brother that wasn't afraid to go his own way even if his parents didn't agree! She was so proud over him!
"It's alright Izzy, I have money for now so no need to worry! Though I do hope you are right and inspiration comes to me soon, it feels like a part of me is missing." He stared out the window and begged whoever listened that inspiration would just fall right in front of his feet!

A/N: I hope you liked this and will keep on reading and please review!