Chapter I: Magnus
Beauty probably wasn't the first characteristic most people thought of when they thought of Alec, but it was the only one Magnus thought of.
The warlock was utterly fascinated by the eldest Lightwood sibling. In battle, his slender figure was all swift, precise movements; a sharp purpose to every step and keenness in his eyes – oh, those ocean-blue eyes – as he defended everyone he loved with everything he had. It was like watching a dance, Magnus always thought. Alec would lose himself in battle, abandoning all his insecurities. The material of his leather fighting gear gleaming and creaking. A quick flick of the head to get his glossy, thick dark hair away from his forehead, a furrow of his slender brows, a dimple in his rosy cheeks when he winced or frowned.
And then the battle was over, and all the life drained from Alec.
Out of his regal Shadowhunter gear and back into the jeans and thick dark sweater. Hiding within himself, his own insecurities. The shoulders that were so poised slumped. The spark in his eyes dulled, replaced with chips of ice. And the wall that separated him from the rest of the world was erected again.
It was such a shame, in Magnus' opinion, that that wall was there. And it was his personal mission to take it down.
Author's Note: My ADD approach to writing means I'll be switching points of view as often as Magnus changes clothes; bear with my short chapters. And this story doesn't really have a direction it's going in. I don't even know when I'm going to end it. 8D