AN: This is a 100 word drabble as measured in word...and by myself when told me it was 108...*sigh*
Harsh fluorescent lighting glinted off the edge of the razor, so much paler than the light of a seraph blade, and yet somehow much more deadly. At least to him.
Alec's sharp intake of breath could be heard as the razor came down, slicing with destructive, irreversible precision.
He hoped Magnus would still love him.
The razor continued to cut, and the results washed down the porcelain sink.
"Open your eyes Alec!" Izzy squealed. "Jesus, you'd think I was cutting off your arm."
Alec opened his eyes, and for the first time in years his hair wasn't blocking the view.