THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE! I'M BACK AND MAGNUS-ING IT UP!
Sorry, I'm a tad excited to be back into the fandom - you guys are all so lovely and the characters are great.
Disclaimer: I do not own, Cassandra Clare does. OR DOES SHE? Yes, she does. Damn.
It was dark in the house now, and blessedly quiet, just the way he liked it. Mr William Bane had never believed himself a cruel man until the child had been born. But that child, that devil boy had unleased something dark within himself, something he was not aware he possessed.
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He had married Elizabeth, despite the rumours, despite the ill-reputation, the whispers of darkness that had followed her since her mother had been proven a witch. He had married Elizabeth, his dear heart, both of them poor enough to marry for love alone. And when her belly had swelled with child, he was surprised by the intensity of his joy and pride. He was to have a boy, he knew it, a handsome boy who would be clever with his hands like his mother, and strong like his father. He and his eventual siblings (Elizabeth had always wanted a large family) would take over their small farm, and look after them in their old age. He would marry a pretty young lass and maybe William would be lucky enough to see grandchildren before he died.
He had such plans for his son. And as did Elizabeth, although the pregnancy was a hard one. The old woman who served as a midwife in their small hamlet had helped her through the difficult times, and the tough labour, while William paced anxiously in the next room. When the old woman called out, he ran into their bedroom where Elizabeth was sitting pale and sweaty, staring at her newborn child. Not with the emotions he had expected: love, happiness or even relieved that her ordeal was over; no, she was almost glaring at the child, fixing him with a look of abject horror.
"No, no." She said, "No, he's wrong, he's not right, he's not my child."
"Elizabeth!" he rebuked her, "This is our child, our boy!"
She did not speak again, just looked with tight-lipped intent at the child, shaking her head and crossing her arms when the woman offered her the baby. The old woman pursed her lips in disapproval, and instead gave the child to his father. He clutched the little boy to him, marvelling that something could be so little, while the old woman shook her head disapprovingly,
"Forgive me for saying Mr. Bane, but you should have a better control over your wife. She's being insolent. That behaviour should be beat out of a woman early, before it can lead to incidents such as this."
William gave her a considering look. "Madam, t'is not your place to judge how I run my household."
She looked abashed, and replied with a demure nod.
"I believe I shall name him Magnus, after my grandfather. What do you think Elizabeth?"
She gave William a look as if to say that she had no interest in whatever he did with this child, whether he named him or threw him away.
He looked at the little child in his arms, at his tiny chubby face and nearly dropped him when Magnus looked up at him. His eyes, were yellow, with slits like their housecat. It wasn't canny, and that was just the beginning.
Okay, so this is only the beginning of this story, bit of a short beginning, but it shall get longer, this is a prologue of sorts.
I'm afraid this isn't going to be nearly as fluffy as my last story, sorry, this one is going to really angsty, but we all know Magnus didn't have the best of upbringings.
Please review as it makes me do happy dances and feel warm and tingly inside (and guilts me into writing faster ;) )