Basically for the past few days I've been enamoured with the idea of Magnus forgetting after a couple hundered or so years and I don't know why because it's depressing but I made this little fic and I even have another one in my drafts that might be published soon. Soooo yeah. Tell me what you think :) The formatting is a bit different from my other ones but I wanted to try something different. Enjoy!
Loneliness is no stranger to Magnus Bane. He has always welcomed it with open arms, as, in all honesty, he liked being alone. But not anymore. Now loneliness was an enemy. An enemy that he shut and barred his doors to, but always seemed to find its way in.
All he needed was someone. Someone to take this suffocating loneliness away, but he hadn't had anyone in over 200 years and he probably wouldn't ever have anyone like Alexander Gideon Lightwood, and if Magnus couldn't have Alec himself again, then he wouldn't have anyone at all.
Everything seemed empty. His house was empty. His heart was empty. He was empty. Even his memories were failing him, dancing in the outskirts of the shadows of his mind, just out of reach.
Magnus Bane remembered everything. But recently he found that he couldn't recall the simplest of things. The gleam of Alec's smile in the dark. The boy's laugh, ringing out as crisp as an autumn breeze. His touch, gentle and warm against Magnus's skin. The way Alec looked at the ceiling, almost surprised, when he sneezed. His scent, long faded from his clothes and Magnus' sheets.
Magnus struggled to remember all these little things that the Shadowhunter did. Every day they seemed to fade a little more from his memory, and he struggled to grasp them and keep a tight hold on them because he would not forget.
Thankfully, Magnus still remembered Alec's eyes, blue and clear as day, peeking through long and dark eyelashes.
But slowly, one at a time, the quirks and everything about Alec disappeared, slowly. Fading away into nothing but an empty space in his mind. The boy was disappearing, and with all things over time would be forgotten. He would become but a name, his name, just another dead Shadowhunter.
Soon, even his name wouldn't exist.
But Magnus would not let the memory of Alexander disappear so easily. The boy would be alive as long as Magnus lived, if only he could remember for that long.
