He loved those eyes. He didn't have to look too deep in them, nor did he have to be close to them, either. Gazing into those two glassy orbs were like looking out over an ocean, going so far, so profound. Maybe because those eyes were possessed by something so beautiful--so kind himself-- they were like sunlight breaking threw thin paper. Alas, this was just Magnus, seeing the attractive black coal haired beauty like a new gold, rather something to play with.
For him, he was the mica... the fuel for his soul. Every element, every petroleum and fortune he could have. Or not have, for that matter. He couldn't stop the whisper of Alec's name from escaping his lips. He couldn't stop his hand from caressing his cheek in arrested, heartfelt moments. He couldn't even begin to halt the love, the compassion he held for this boy. It was--and is-- better than magic. Because, for once, in his eight hundred years, he was completely love stuck over someone he barely knew.
No. Magnus convulsed at thought. This wasn't just someone, just anyone. This was Alec, his Alec. He didn't even feel like he'd known him for one or two months, for this felt like years. Decades. He knew his habits like his own. He knew the feel, the texture of his skin. He knew every crevice, every nook and cranny of his body and mind. He knew the way he felt, the way he thought, just by looking threw those two oceanic blue eyes.
Yes, in just seconds, his life had changed. Not for the first time, but maybe the last. For he knew this would last a very, very, long time.
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This is something very short I wrote early in the morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal instruments in any way. It is the wonderful Cassandra Clare's creation.