Alec stood in the corner of Magnus' party room, where many Downworlders and creatures alike were gathered for the second coming of Chairman Meow's birthday party. Second coming for the Shadowhunter, anyway. It was exactly one year since he originally met his boyfriend, Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn at a similar party. Of course, this time Alec wasn't with his family and the mundane but he was at least expecting to be with Magnus. Instead, his loving boyfriend was off on the other side of the room, prancing around in one of his favorite party outfits - which lacked a set of pants, may I add - and was chatting with his acquaintances.
The Shadowhunter huffed, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest with a scowl. He was about the only one wearing plain clothes there, so he wouldn't stand out as much - but he still thought that Magnus would notice him putting a bit more effort in his choice and that his clothes were new, and that he had tried to style his hair a bit. I even stole some of his goddamn glitter for my hair.. Easy to say, the teen wasn't pleased. He'd only come so that Magnus and him could hang out a bit longer than the few hours or so they had gotten in the last week from Magnus being called in to make sure spells were still strong where they needed to be.
Fine, it's not like he has to notice me or anything. Just the supposed "love of his life", no big deal if I'm cast away in a corner where no one realized I exist..
Alec ran a hand through his hair in frustration, only worsening it when he noticed some of the glitter that he had stuck to the tips of his hair was now twinkling in his palm. He huffed once more, reaching over blindly to pick up the drink he ordered earlier - after he remembered which ones were safe for him to drink - but instead grabbing the one similar in color that was meant for the Fey chatting away with one of her friends. He took a sip before scowling and downing the whole thing, angrily setting it down on the counter before pushing off of the wall and stalking off to Magnus' room. If he tried to leave then he would just get caught up with the werewolves who were gathered by the door and howling some form of drunken karaoke, which he really wasn't in the mood for either.
He laid down on Magnus' bed face-first and felt like screaming into the pillow, but just sighed heavily when he opened his mouth instead. The Shadowhunter rolled until he was on his back, his eyes closed as he tried to gather his thoughts and decide if he should really yell at Magnus or not later. It is his party, he can't just ignore everyone else for my sake.. But he did invite me, and I AM his boyfriend, so that doesn't mean he can ignore me for everyone else either.. This is why I don't go to parties in the first place. Alec sat up so he could wash the glitter out of his hair, seeing as his love wouldn't care enough to see it anyway, when he suddenly felt nauseous. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he jumped up and ran for the bathroom, finding it difficult when his vision was fuzzy and warping.
Fuck, what did I do to deserve this.. He reached the bathroom and hunched over, but realized the nausea he was feeling wasn't coming from his stomach and he couldn't pinpoint where when his muscles were all feeling heavy. His eyelids drooping as though he was sleepy, even though he had got plenty of rest last night so he could stay up as long as Magnus would get him to. Even while he forced his eyes open, blackness was creeping in at the edge of his vision and he found himself on his side on the cool tile before he knew it. If he wasn't so tired suddenly, he would have been panicking, but he couldn't think of anything except his boyfriend. Magnus, help.. Then he was swallowed by blackness.
Magnus looked around the room, seeing that most of the guests were gone now and the few that remained were getting ready to leave as well. He was happy that they were going, actually, since he hadn't been able to find Alec nearly half-way through the party. The warlock was sad that he couldn't speak with his boyfriend, but the guests just kept flocking him whenever he got away to look for the youth. I bet he's mad at me now, too. The warlock already knew that his love wasn't a fan of parties but had come to the celebration anyway. And it's such a special day for us, as well. The half-demon wandered around his house, checking to see if Alec had found refuge in one of his unused rooms where it was a bit more quiet and natural to him, but didn't find any sign of him.
The Indonesian warlock took out his cell-phone, dialing Alec's new number and pressing it to his ear as he waited. It rang nearly six times before it sent him to voice-mail and he sighed, trying one more time in case the youth just hadn't heard it or wasn't near it before snapping it shut and shoving it back into his pocket. "Alexander.. I hope you'll forgive me tomorrow." The dejected man went to his own room, too disappointed with himself to realize there was a ray of light from underneath his bathroom door as he dropped onto his bed, clutching a pillow to his chest and he closed his eyes.