Prologue
(Jace's POV)
You could say that we the Lightwoods do not have a 'normal' nor 'perfect' family, but let's be honest with ourselves, who has one? If you're about to raise a hand, put your filthy hand down mundane and keep on reading. So, as I was saying before I got rudely interrupted, we are happy in our own little way.
We don't really know what triggered Alec's unstableness or at what point but somehow, someway, it happened. Alec has this moments of sudden rush of anxiety or sadness or goes from extreme joy to extreme angriness. He goes from one pole to the next in matter of seconds, any little thing might set him off. At first we thought it was because of his depression due to the death of our dog, Maxine, so we bought him a cat instead, which he very much appreciated, but his mood swings continued. We then recurred to a doctor who recommended some pills for Alec but as soon as he found out about them and their purpose he got outraged, created a huge fight and left the house. Three days later he came back and remained silent without speaking to a single soul for a week. As for the pills, we tried to mix it with his food but having great taster skills, he blew off our cover and locked himself in his room for another week. What did he eat during that week, we still have no idea.
After that, we decided we inevitably had to deal with it and learn how to avoid ticking him off so often.
A few years later, Izzy, my sister, found out that soft music would instantly shut him up..or down, which ever the case. He would just listen to it and stand still, staring into space like he was frozen in time. His pupils dilated and sometimes his knees would buckle and he would fall into the floor or chair whichever the surroundings. When we discovered this, Izzy regarded me with a melancholic look, we were both feeling the same: we felt as if we were manipulating him.
Later on we ended up accepting that if we didn't want Alec to hurt anyone like he had before in the past, we'd have to manipulate him with music.
(Ragnor's POV)
Well, I've never been keen on using soft words or rephrasing sentences, I'm pretty much straight-forward so here's how it goes: Magus is crazy. Yeah, laugh at the irony but look at my face, I'm not laughing. I actually have bags under my eyes for taking care of Magnus like he's some kind of little kiddo. He's a psycho but my friend Catarina can't accept that.
We used to be 'The Trio', we were inseparable...that is, until Magnus starting showing symptoms of his psycho-ness. It's more like the things he says or thinks rather than his actions. He has a twisted mind but we bare with him cause that's what real friends do. Sometimes he starts talking to the wall or lifeless things and gets mad and breaks the thing or has some kind of twisted thought I'd rather not talk about. Catarina has forced him into different kinds of therapists but none of them have worked so we just bare with him and give him some pills so that he stays calmer but we still haven't got any solution for his craziness. Now keep on reading below and you'll see a little example of how he met as he so calls him The Meant to be.
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(Magnus's POV)
Ugh, so many colors in this stupid package.
"Tell me, why have you got so many colors, dumbass?"
"I'm sorry, well that's just being rude you piece of sh't, at least I look fashionable with so many colors"
"Well I'd saying you look rather smokin' good in colors", I turned my head towards the sound of those words and meet a blue eyed boy staring at me and blushing realizing what he just said.
"I-I mean, w-well, I'd r-rather go"
"Go where?", I cross my arms suddenly interested and walk towards him.
"Somewhere that's none of your business, now, step aside" , he says furrowing his eyebrows and slightly annoyed.
"Woah, you looking for a fight bro?"
"As if I'd hit anything as delicate as you, I don't kill butterflies"
"Oh, so you're calling me a butterfly? And what are you? A flower?"
"At least I'm majestic"
"Oh, pu-lease, having you seen a freaking butterfly?"
"I'm seeing one right now"
"And are you liking it?"
"More than I should"
We were suddenly standing very close.
"Well, I'm sorry to ruin your fun but this butterfly has to fly away", I tap on his shoulder compassionately and start to move away when I'm suddenly tackled into the floor and avoiding punches.
"WHAT THE HELL?!", I flip us around and start punching him back. About 15 minutes later, the shop manager has security separating our bloody bodies.
"Call me, Butterfly", he winks at me.
"In your dreams!"
"I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming right now so okay!", he smiles making me giggle.
Later I find out that somehow that little piece of crap managed to put a piece of paper with his name and number in it.
A/N: Hello! Well, this is my new story and to be honest I'm not entirely sure if I should've added the Malec encounter...my original plan was to just leave it until the end of Ragnor's POV (as you may have noticed I'm still trying to mold and figured Magnus out) but my 1,000 word policy kept bugging me...sorry if I ruined the possibly great prologue but I'll make it up with later chapters. Review or PM please!
ALoha x.
