I saw his eyes and the year was 1878.
His black hair shone against the intermingling pink and green and blue and lights of a million other colours. I couldn't hear the music, the bass rippling across the room while the faeries and vampires danced on the floor. Drinks of various sizes and colours were being passed around but I've been alive long enough to know better.
I see his eyes and all I can think about are books and the comfort of unpredictable London weather. His hair sways from left to right and I remember the gentle curve of black handwritten letters against parchment. No one wrote letters for me. Not anymore. Books these days don't even give me that sense of comfort anymore – that sense of belonging somewhere. They're nothing but constant reminders of everything – everyone – I've lost.
But I hang on and I keep them and I keep reading. For there's nothing else I can do about it.
I see him again and he's smiling. Laughing, maybe. Those dark blue eyes that never look at me and when they do, they don't look at me like the blue eyes I used to know.
A voice shook me from my side saying only my name.
"Tessa."
I turned to look and saw Magnus beside me. My only constant friend and I had been away from him for so long but he is my oldest, and now only, friend. He kissed me on the cheek and I smiled in acknowledgement. The boy with his black hair and blue eyes stared and looked distraught, even.
"I didn't think you'd make it," he said coolly.
"After hearing the news, I came straightaway. You have so little faith in me that you'd believe I won't give my personal congratulations?"
"Of course not, darling. It's just been so long."
"Barely notice it anymore." Though that wasn't entirely true. I try not to notice, at least. But I'm perfectly aware of it.
The boy made his way over to us from the crowd, bumping various people and creatures aside just to get to us. Even from a short distance, I could see the telltale scars of the hunters on his neck and hands. Just like him. My heart beat accelerated astronomically. It's too much. By the Angel, please let this boy not sound like him as well. I don't think I'd be able to-
"Hello," the boy said, his voice firm and sharp. All I could see were those eyes of him and I knew Magnus saw them. There weren't any other eyes like those. I had been looking for the same eyes all my life and I just know they're the same ones. They look exactly the same. And it's 1878 again and I can feel myself breaking all over again.
"Tessa," said Magnus, breaking me from my trance. "This is Alec Lightwood."
A/N: I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this. I'm not entirely sure how. The idea just came to me and I just liked the prospect. I am so not used to writing in first person but ah well! Reviews make me very happy and so do requests (Will/Tessa is kind of my thing)! Obvious disclaimers – I don't own anything except the story and… yeah.