A/N: There's a possibility someone might view the following as spoilers for COG or CWA. So you've been warned. But it's not really. :D
Disclaimer: CWA and MI belongs to Cassandra Clare.
It's funny how little kids grow up. Magnus has seen little Will Herondale grow from a tiny little picky eater into a grown boy who will eat anything. And that's not the only change that's been made through the years.
He's even been forced to watch Jace Wayland, or is it Jonathon Christopher Morganstern, or is it just Jonathon Herondale now? Anyway, he's watched him. He's seen the same way the two boys flourished under all the lights that shines through the pristine stained glass windows of a church, and he's seen the two of them change.
They were so different yet so alike. Like two players in a tragic love story caught between being the broken boy after the lovely girl or the demon sent from hell to destroy everything. Parallel characters in a universe bent on destruction. Definitely a love story or something.
And yet neither of the little angels could ever truly be a demon of their own makings.
Magnus Bane takes a sip of his pirated coffee and curls closer to Alec. The same Alec who doesn't know a single thing about all the men and women Magnus has huddled closer to. The same Alec who doesn't have to spare a single brain cell for thinking about Herondales and the twisted Shadowhunters that are so whole but so broken. So Magnus takes another sip and closes his eyes.
His eyes are dry and they sting as his eyelids descend over luminescent cat eyes.