They had a lot in common; immortality being one of them. However; the attraction was more than that. Both of them were old, even for what they were, forever trapped in youth. Never moving forward. Misery does indeed love company. But for Camille Belcourt misery was not a word to be applied when with Magnus. She supposed this had to do with rejoicing in their own loneliness, watching those they knew and loved age and eventually die. But there was Magnus, always there and always the same, no matter how much time had passed.
Camille had many loves in her long life, most torrid and passionate and ended just as they begun; abrupt and emotional. She supposed that people like her (if the word people still applied to her and Magnus) lived like there was no tomorrow so they could forget that the promise of tomorrow was eternal: you had to keep things interesting if you lived forever.
Things were different with Magnus: he was different, he moved with the times. Always adapting; something Camille admired about him. She herself felt like she was in a never ending merry go round; going round and round, like it was never going to stop.
She loved him, more than anyone else. Sometimes she questioned this though; was it love or lust? Need or just plain want? It hurt her to think of anyone but herself having him. It nearly killed her when she saw him with Lightwood. But with that was also shocking. Lightwood looked so much like Will; something Camille thought she should have known. Black hair and blue eyes were his favorite combination; she just thought he would've been more original. Geez; the kid was a look-a-like.
Camille always knew Magnus was…eccentric. Although dating another man was going a bit too far. Yes; she understood that Magnus always had interesting preferences. But really? A phouka was one thing, but a Shadowhunter? It disgusted Camille even to think of such a thing. Something had to be done. It had been a while and Camille could sympathize with Magnus misunderstanding her distance with ending the relationship. But that had never been her intention. The truth was that she was ashamed. Ashamed for not having the courage to contact him even though she knew he was in New York. She was afraid of rejection, of having already hurting him too much with her sudden disappearance from London so many years ago. What did she have to show for it now? That cowardice was the reason she was in this awful situation. Where did she have to turn? Her own clan had turned against her; her own fledging had betrayed her. Magnus had found another; she had never felt so alone in her whole life.
Camille was sick of being the victim. Enough was enough. She needed a plan; a plan to get back her old life. That meant gaining not only Magnus but also getting rid of Raphael and retrieving her clan. Yes. Camille was taking control now; and all those who opposed this would have another thing coming.