Glitter—
(it's the little things that make them sparkle)
Mysterious Within
it was unsurprising, really
Written By? CloneGirl
Cast & Premise? Alec, Magnus, Magnus' lovely abode. Scrap!drabble.
Disclaimer: No, no…I don't own the brilliance that is The Mortal Instruments…or Magnus…so sad, so sad…
"…Magnus…"
"Hmm?"
"…What's this?"
"What's what?"
"This."
Sighing, Magnus glanced over his shoulder at his gawking boyfriend, brushing his fingers through a limp lock of hair that had yet to go through the strenuous task of being gelled and sparklified. "What are you looking through that for? Can't you see the sign that says 'DO NOT TOUCH, LEST YOU BE SMITED'?"
Alec waved this off as his eyes continued to skim through the cupboard's contents. "Magnus…all this has is a bunch of jars of glitter…"
"…Yes…"
"…Organized according to the colour spectrum…"
"…Yes…"
"…"
"Do you have something against my glitter?"
"…No…just…never mind…"
"…You do have something against my glitter…"