Words Are Useless (Magnus's POV)
I watched as Alec converged with Clary and Isabelle. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I turned my back and quickly recited a simple listening spell to myself. Their conversation instantly became as clear as if they were speaking directly to me. "Go ahead, Alec," Clary was saying. "Yeah! Go for it," Isabelle said, head nodding in approval. "I don't know,"Alec said looking adorably confused. "I jsut don't know if I can. I know I want to, but this is a very important battle. I'm just not sure if it's the right place or time to make a scene over... my... condition."
It was so sad to look at Alec. He seemed so lost and so alone. Like he didn't know if this thing between he and I was right. It's easy for me because I've been alive long enough to face enough hatred torwards people like us for the both of us plus ten. It's so easy for me to forget that this battle is not his to fight alone, but because of my love and commitment to him it is my battle also. It is my job to love and support him through this, not make fun of him because he chose to keep it a secret.
I saw Alec, Clary, and Isabelle glance across the room in my direction. Despite all of the people talking and mingling, I knew they were looking at me. Not that that wasn't unusual for most people; considering my flamboyant choice in clothing, but this time was different. This time I knew that though you couldn't see it on any of their faces, they were each deciding to make a choice. When I glanced over my shoulder again I noticed them still staring, so I turned around and started up a conversation with a female shadow hunter dressed in full gear. "Why, hello miss. Are those earings some sort of lethal weapons?" I asked laying on my undeniable charm. "Yes, yes they are. Thankyou for noticing." the woman spoke with a heavy accent. "My, my stylish and functional!" At this, the woman began blabbering on and on about where she got the earings and how she knew they were the perfect pair. At this, I tuned out and tuned back into Alec's conversation with his friends. "Still, there's no way to know for sure if it's the right time." Alec stated nervously. "You know what, Alec," Clary asked sounding slightly irritated. "Words are useless! If you like him, show him. Don't walk around here and pretend you're not in love with him. It's written all over your face. Whether you want to show it or not." Alec just nodded in stunned astonishment.
The next thing I knew, he was making his way accross the room and towards me. I quickly shewed the overly zealous earing lady away and turned my back as if I had never seen Alec coming. He approached me and layed a hand on my shoulder. That was new. The old Alec would never approve of this public display of affection. "Magnus, I-" he began. "No," I cut him off. "Not another word. I need to appologize to you. I know you're new to this. I just can't expect you to be all touchy feely with me when you're not even sure-" but before I could finish, his lips were on mine. Warm and inviting. What was this? The Alec I knew would never be game for this. This new Alec was kissing me. Kissing me! I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. His lips were so warm and soft. So inviting. Through my haze of shocked pleasure, I was keenly aware of everyone else in the room. At least three hundred pairs of eyes. All trained on Alec and I. No, mostly Alec. I'm pretty sure everyone else would have expected something like this from me. I couldn't help but to imagine the internal conflict Alec must be facing while kissing me. How would his fellow shadowhunters react? What would his parents say? Just as I was begining t feel a deepening sorrow for Alec, he broke away and said,"Words are useless." then kissed me again. This time much more forcefully.