So, Alec walks in and sees a makeup-free Magnus... (Btw, italic means Alec and bold means Magnus)
Alec slipped into the loft, softly shutting the door behind himself. Magnus had recently said he was always welcome, and given the fact that Magnus had supposedly lost his key fifteen years ago, he had no trouble doing so. Alec had never come over uninvited before, but he had just been involved in a rather heated conversation with his father and needed some comfort. He slowly took of his black leather coat, hanging it on a peg on the wall. He then turned around to look over the loft. Alec remembered the first time he had entered the loft. He had been involved in a heavy make-out session with Magnus, but was completely interrupted at the explosion of colour which was Magnus' home. The whole place looked like a rainbow had thrown up in there, then been chased away by a magic wielding Magnus, which in turn caused him to poop in fear (To be fair, Magnus could be pretty scary when he wanted to be. He could also be pretty damn sexy...). Magnus had a neon purple shag couch, a bright orange rug, and other items of furniture of equally headache inducing shades. And glitter. So. Much. Glitter. Alec never ceased to be amaze by the pure sparkliness of Magnus' loft. It seemed that after the rainbow had vacated the building, a unicorn had come along and made his fair share of mess (if you know what I mean ;).
He looked around the loft and seeing there was no glittered warlock anywhere in sight, realized Magnus had to be in his bedroom. To be fair, it was around two in the morning. Most people were in bed now, right? Blushing slightly, Alec walked over to what he knew was the warlocks bedroom. Alec walked in and gasped. He had never been in there before, and was surprised by the simpleness of it. Simple, yet so very Magnus. The bed was a canary yellow colour, the walls a simple beige. This was the softer side of Magnus, he realized. The inside. Suddenly, being in Magnus' bedroom felt too intimate. Slowly he turned around to go but was stopped by a noise from behind him.
"Wait." Came a soft whisper. Alec had hardly registered Magnus laying in his bed, having been so infatuated with his room. He turned back around to face Magnus and gasped. He has no makeup on. He always has makeup on. Alec had never seen Magnus' face devoid of makeup. Sure, he had seen it smudged, but never absent.
"What? What is it?" Magnus asked, seeing the look in Alec's huge blue eyes.
"You. You have no makeup on." Magnus' eyes widened, finally comprehending the situation. Alec's in my room. Alec's here. Alec is seeing me without makeup, my last line of defense.
"Oh. Don't look-" Magnus covered his face with his long fingers. He's thinking how ugly I am without my makeup. How ugly I am even with it. He's thinking about how he's and angel and I'm... I'm a demon. He thinking about how to say so kindly, how to not make me hurt. No matter what he says, it's going to hurt.How is someone so beautiful insecure? He knows he's beautiful, he flaunts it regularly. And he is. So. Gorgeous. Alec caught Magnus' hands, grasping them to his face, slowly kissing each knuckle at a time, not breaking his soft gaze on Magnus. Magnus gasped at the gesture. What was he doing?
"I'm... I'm so-" Magnus stuttered, not comprehending Alec's response. Alec gazed into his eyes, finding actual fear there. He really is scared. He really thinks I'm going to tell him he's ugly. Oh, Magnus...
"Perfect. You are perfect. Your eyes. You clothes. You magic. You. You are perfect. Magnus looked at the Nephilim in awe. Angel, I love this man. So muchthey both unknowingly thought at the same time.
So, so much.
O~O
Sorry for the terrible ending. And the terrible beginning. Angel, the whole thing was terrible. If you managed to get through it, have a cookie. *hands over virtual cookie*.
Oh well, soz about that. Would you mind reviewing, just to tell me what you think about it? Thanks. :)