A/N: Hello and welcome to The Form of Perfection. I'm new here in the community and although I have written a bit before, it's a first for me to write something like this (even more so since this is an AU). The idea just popped in my head and I couldn't get it out so why not make it come alive? The chapter is fairly short since I'm just trying it out for a bit. The story will be told in both Magnus and Alec's point of views, but it is uncertain if it will be told in any of the other character's POVs.

The story is also starting off light, but will eventually become heavier as the story progresses. Just a heads up.

I'd really appreciate it if you would leave a review if you want me to continue the story or just a simple message to keep me going, and I would very much appreciate some constructive criticism on it so that I could improve more.

I've decided to keep the rating at T but will later be bumped up to an M.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Instruments or any of the characters in the story for they are Cassandra Clare's. No copyright infringement is intended. I also do not own the photo being used for the cover image (the art is by Yuumei from deviantart).

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Magnus' POV

The only time I noticed him was when he actually looked up. I was seated at my usual spot in the art classroom, that being the front row and beside the windows. I'd stay there to make it seem as if I was interested in the subject, but not too noticeable to be called. I slumped in my chair, clicking my pen as I absent mindedly listened to the teacher and I gazed outside the window. It was early September; the light breeze rustling the plants and the leaves maintaining its natural green hue, but was turning into shades of red, yellow, and orange.

I yawned, covering my mouth and feeling the hot breath on my hand as I exhaled. I turned around, causing a few of my bones to crack, and looked at the clock nailed on the wall at the back of the classroom.

Oh my god, an hour and a half left? Fucking kidding me? I glared at the clock and placed my hand on the side of my face and slid it down, making inaudible groaning noises. It was already 5:00 in the afternoon and all I wanted to do was to go home and get some sleep. But I know I'll end up waking up in the morning, go to class, and just end up repeating the same thing again and again. I sighed heavily, turned around and propped my elbow on the desk and placed my chin on my hand.

I looked at the teacher with a bored expression and tried to concentrate on whatever topic she was discussing. The only times I've not regretted taking art as a major was when I actually get to draw and in this particular setting, I was quite tempted to claw my eyes out. In order not to cause a freak accident and me becoming blind, I let my eyes wander lazily around the classroom.

The classroom looked like any other art classroom. Drawings posted on the walls at the back, paint and coloring materials on the shelves near the doors, a corkboard to put reminders and deadlines beside the board, and other miscellaneous art related objects scattered around the room. I looked at the students, some interested in the topic and others nodding their head off trying to stay awake. As I scanned the people in the room I noticed this dark figure on the right side of the room.

The person was hunched over, concentrated on a book or something and was really digging their face in it. I raised one of my eyebrows and stared; he had black, short, unkempt hair and was wearing a black plain t-shirt. I leaned back a bit, finding out he was also wearing black pants and black boots.

"Probably one of those emo kids," I shook my head and as I was about to turn back to the boring lesson, he looked up.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was my first time ever to see a pair of blue eyes that just screamed beautiful. The color was easily noticeable because of his pale skin and it defined the angles of his face. He had a defined jawline with slightly jutted out cheekbones and, on closer inspection, his build was fit; muscles clearly seen even though he was a bit lanky. I bit my lip and stared a while longer at his full body.

This guy was undeniably sexy.

I faced back to the front, grinning a bit and glancing behind me a few times. How long has he been here? I thought, smacking myself in my head for not noticing a student of such features before. Hot damn, I've never seen someone so good looking in a while. Yeah, I've seen a few nice catches at the bar but this guy was—

"Okay, listen up!" The teacher raised her voice a bit, her voice resonating the room more than usual which caught the attention of all the students in the classroom. "To end class today, we'll have a little test run on drawing and sketching people. It will help with our next lessons considering we'll practice body structure and the human anatomy in the near future." She started to fix her things, putting all her notebooks and files that were scattered on the table on one side.

"This side of the classroom," She pointed to the students on the left where sexy blue-eyed boy was. "Will do the test run. As for the other side," She gestured to the columns to her right, where I was. "Will become models for the illustration. The illustrators are free to pick whoever they want to draw and can draw as many people as they want until time's up. You've thirty minutes. We'll switch next meeting. You may start now."

The opposite side of the classroom began to stand up and move towards the other side. They picked up and carried their sketchbooks and pencil cases, shuffling and opening to random pages and kneeling in front of people. A few of them went in front of me, their pencils landing on the paper and hastily moving their hands to get just rough sketches. After a few minutes they'd stand up and move on to the next person, creating a clockwork-like system.

After twenty minutes of sitting in the same position which was creating pain in my shoulders, I saw a dark shape approach and kneel in front of me. I looked up and saw those deep blue eyes once again.

Lord, does he look even better up close.

"Okay Magnus, get your shit together." I thought as I caught eye contact with him and smiled the best smile I can muster up since I was tired as shit. His eyes widened a bit and he bowed his head, but not fast enough to hide the light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"This is going to hard," I caught myself staring a second longer than normal at his face and looked away. I would love to be able to stare at him as long as I want but damn was it hard not to grab his face and kiss him. I gritted my teeth, keeping my self-control at bay, and looked at him again.

I had to stop myself from jumping from the sudden eye contact. His face went back to its normal state and his eyes were completely focused on me. He looked at me with so much concentration, taking glimpses of his notebook to sketch and directing his attention back to me. He was scrutinizing every detail of my face and my neck, and it took me a bit of willpower not to gulp from the piercing gaze.

After a few more strokes of his pencil on his sketch pad, he finally finished and took a moment to critic his work. He looked at the sketch and back at me for about four times and frowned. My face probably had a look of concern because he chuckled, his lips curving at the sides and his teeth slightly showing. His blue eyes lit up a bit, filling with emotion and I couldn't tell whether it was cute or hot.

"Don't worry; it's just that the sketch doesn't do any justice on how you look." My eyes grew a bit larger from the unexpected statement he said. It was probably a bold statement for him because as he looked at me he was only aware of what he said a second too late, and another light blush appeared; the only difference being was it appeared on his ears. He had a moderately husky voice, but it was a harmonious and easy on the ear.

"I would love to hear that voice in bed." I shook my head out of those thoughts and opened my mouth to reply when the teacher loudly clapped her hands twice, stopping the muttering and chatting of the students.

"Alright class, time's up. You may go home now. Don't forget your materials next meeting!" The students retrieved their bags from their chairs and began walking towards the door in a hurry to exit the classroom. I turned back to face him and before I could say anything, Blue Eyes was already out of my sight and most likely on his way out of the classroom. I rapidly fixed my things, grabbed my bag with less finesse than usual and headed out the door. I stopped a few inches from the door of the classroom, turning my head to the left and to the right with enough force to make me somewhat dizzy. When my head cleared up, it was then that I noticed that he was gone.

I grabbed my hair in between the fingers of my hand and sighed, slightly disappointed that I wasn't able to say a single word to him. I started to walk down the path towards my car, and I couldn't help grinning a bit as I sat down on the driver's seat and started the engine.

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes, remembering the sequence of events that happened. I thought of his eyes, his smile, his face, and just everything. He was absolutely gorgeous and I wouldn't mind spending a couple of nights and a few mornings with him. I didn't even know his name.

Fuck, I didn't even know his name.

I smacked myself on my forehead, imprinting the thought of asking the next time we have art class. As I started to drive the car out of the parking space and onto the road I thought of one of the quotes that the art teacher would always say.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." In this case, I'd like to think that beauty was in his eyes.

And I wouldn't mind seeing them again and again.