Ok, this is just a little plot bunny that's been hanging around for a while. It's set after City of Ashes, just imagine that Magnus and Alec haven't gone on their travels yet :) Enjoy ! xx
Summary: When Alec and Magnus fight, who can help them patch things up?
Disclaimer: Don't own Mortal instruments, or there would be a lot more malec-y goodness :)
Hidden in the deep shadows of the institute's library, tears dripped silently from Alec's bloodshot eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. This was the fourth fight he and Magus had had this week, and it was only Tuesday!
Why couldn't things go back to the way things were before Valentine had ruined everything. Then Max would still be alive, Alec would still be a closet gay in love with his parabatai, and Magnus would never have entered their lives.
No.
However bad he felt now, Alec knew it would be a thousand times worse without the sparkly warlock in his life.
His make up was horrendously smudged and his usually impeccable sense of style was reduced to dull grey sweats and one of Alec's ratty brown jumpers.
How was it that he, the great Magus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, could be so reduced by a mere mortal . . . a teenage shadowhunter, of all things!
But even as he attempted to mentally ridicule Alexander, he found himself incapable of any thought or emotion besides the gut wrenching self loathing he was consumed by.
It was all his fault really. That afternoon he'd had a string of annoying, arrogant clients and all the while, through all the whining and demanding and crying, all he had wanted to do was call Alec, have him come over, and curl up in his arms, staring into those vivid baby blues.
And then when Alec had come home (he'd admitted to Magnus a few weeks ago that when someone said home, it wasn't the institute that Alec thought of, despite the fact that he rarely risked Maryse's wrath by staying for the whole night), all he had done was moan about how Jace had talked about nothing but Clary for their entire sparring session.
Then Magnus had countered with 'at least Jace is comfortable showing his love to the world' and it had all gone downhill from there. The truth was that Magnus couldn't stand hearing Alec talk about Jace, which he did. Often. It scared Magnus, not knowing if Alec was entirely over Jace, and his greatest fear in the world was that Alec would realize how much better he would be without Magnus and walk out of his life for good, like so many had before.
Magnus sucked in a huge breath, filling his lungs with Alec's unique scent. He couldn't go on like this, wishing and hoping that things were different, he had to do something.
He lifted his eyes, scanning the room for his phone, but he only saw Chairman Meow sitting on the top of the TV, watching him unblinkingly, as he had been for the last 20 minutes. Come to think of it, Magnus didn't think he'd ever seen Chairman Meow blink.
Just then, right on cue, the hamster-cat lazily closed his emerald eyes, and Magus was sure he could see the smirk lurking just behind them.
He would never understand that cat.
So whaddaya think? This is at most a 3 or 4 shot story, but I would LOVE LOVE LOVE some feedback :) please? Thank-you, you are awesome. I will reply to any reviews in the next chapter.
Harlequin x