BASED ON THE SONG 'SOMEONE YOU LOVED' BY LEWIS CAPALDI
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The golden beachs in LA were dull and lifeless-- a pallid reflection of their former glory. Yet whether it was the sun that dimmed into a narrow pin-prick of illumination or whether it was the pain of love lost, Magnus could not tell. Alec had been asked to be burnt here, had asked for the spiral of smoke from his funeral pyres to stain this perfect blue sky under which they had been married. Jem was leading the ceremony, the robes of the Brotherhood flaring around his feet, a stele held tightly in his hand as he projected the funeral rites to the assembled crowd. Alexander Gideon Lightwood was dead, killed by a twisted version of his parabatai from Thule. The Cohort were more than likely celebrating, a fact that made Magnus want to scream.
He needed to be composed, though. Only a few feet away were Max and Rafe, seven years-old and one parent down. Alec wouldn't be there for Max's warlock stepping stones or for Rafe's rune ceremony. Alec wouldn't be there for Max's first love or the start of Rafe's family. And Magnus would. Alone.
He could remember Emma trying to explain. About Thule's Jace and Ash, how the other Jace wanted Clary and wanted revenge because she was alive in this world. Magnus hadn't cared. He had long since given up. Alec was gone and he had played his hand, blaating Janus (as the other Jace called himself) with enough magic to kill a Greater Demon. Magic he didn't know he had.
He watched through heavvy, grief-lidded eyes as a black rune spiralled across the white silk sheets Alec was bound in, watched as violent flames leapt and crackled joyfully and watched as Alec scattered on the wind.
All he wanted was one more day, he thought dully as his friends rehearsed speexh after speech after speech, one mkre day as some one Alec Lightwood love.
One more day, a hour, a minute of stolen time just to tell him how much Magnus missed him.
And it struck.
Alec was dead.
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