"Tristan!" Magnus' voice rang out through the rooms of his uptown apartment. He was in the kitchen making an ood assortment of food when an idea struck him. The only problem was that he needed his boyfriend to be present, and at the current moment in time, he really wasn't.
"Tris-tan!" he yelled out again, almost in a singsongy voice. He sighed and wiped his hands on a light blue towel that hung from the oven handle. Where in the world is that boy? Magnus wondered to himself.
He made his way through their apartment, looking through the rooms for the blonde-haired boy. The farthest room from the kitchen, the bedroom, was his last stop. Reaching the room, he noted that the door was open nor closed, but cracked slightly. From the light of the hallway hitting the carpet on the other side, it was obvious the room was fairly dark. He walked through the door and into the room and he could see a human figure curled up on the bed. The room was very dark, even though it was the middle of the day. Slats of light shone on the floor from the crack they had found underneath the shades on the windows. Magnus chuckled to himself and walked over to the bed noiselessly.
Closer now, he could see Tristan buried beneath the covers of the bed. His legs were stretched out almost completely straight, but because of the angel at which he slept, one dangled over the side of the bed, pulling the blankets with it. His arms were folded under a pillow, but his head lay on its side next to it. Magnus noted how peaceful Tristan looked in his sleep, despite how uncomfortable he would have found the sleeping arrangements. His face was clean of emotions, every worry that may have plagued the boy during the day had been erased now. Magnus knew he could have stood there and watched him sleep forever, but he had to put this plan into action.
He crawled up onto the bed next to Tristan and sat cross-legged at his side. Picking up one of the werewolf's hands, he held it gently. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the younger boy's temple, his words murmured against his skin.
"Tristan..," he said softly. "Tristan, my love."
Tristan stirred a bit, rolling completely onto his back. Magnus placed a hand on the side of his face and leaned down again to kiss his forehead.
"Come back to me, babe. You can do it."