Author's Note: Yes, I have been neglecting Discussion. I honestly don't know where to go with it, so I might leave it to die where it is. :(
HOWEVER, I had this little teeny scenario pop into my head while walking to class today. Those of you who are Malec-deprived, I hope this serves as a little pick-me-up.
It's short but (hopefully) sweet. I maaaay add a teeny bit more later. :)
Magnus watched as Alec approached. It was one of those chilly November mornings. Mist curled longingly around trees and lampposts. Alec had his head down and his shoulders hunched up to conserve his body heat. Magnus smirked. The tip of his nose was red from the frigid walk, and his too-long sleeves hung a good three inches past his clenched fists.
"They have such wonderful inventions nowadays, Alexander," Magnus remarked as the boy drew within hearing range.
"Huh?"
"You know, scarves. Mittens. Knit hats."
"I don't—"
Magnus waved his hand dismissively. "I know, trying to be a man about it. You have the blood of the Angel running in your veins, so you'd rather be damned than sport something colorful or furry or, the Clave forbid, useful."
"Magnus."
"Yes dear?"
"Shut up."
Magnus grinned in response and leaned forward to kiss Alec on the nose. He reached inside of his sleeves to grab hold of the boy's hands and gave a shriek. "Alec, your hands are freezing!"
Alec mumbled something, but Magnus was too distracted to notice.
"Come again?"
"You could…warm them up."
Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how would you suggest I do that?"
Alec blushed and shoved the warlock away. "Forget it." He stalked off, and Magnus waited a moment before following behind. He contemplated conjuring up a pair of nice gloves for Alec, but decided against adding insult to injury. It took only a few long strides to catch up, and Magnus reached out and grasped one of Alec's hands. Alec blushed again, but didn't shake him off.
Well, he mused, at least one warm hand is better than nothing.