Epilogue
Magnus is lounging leisurely on his sofa with his feet up, a purring cat on his lap, and a cocktail in hand. Magnus turns on some music with a snap of his fingers and really sinks into the sofa. He is enjoying his precious and rare moment of complete ease. There are no appointments from clients today and no demanding shadowhunters knocking at his door. He can breathe with ease of a peaceful, stress-free evening.
Magnus sips at what he believes to be a much-deserved drink only to be cursing moments later by an abrupt rapping at his door. Magnus apologetically moves the now disgruntled cat and gathers all the ripped shreds of will that involves dealing with this intrusion.
Magnus isn't expecting the person who bursts through his door, but he is overjoyed to see his beloved Alec stride through the threshold.
"Alexander, what brings you-," Magnus is cut off as he tries to suppress his laughter. Standing before him is a clearly disgruntled Alec, but that's not what is humourous. Rather, it is the layers of potatoes, garnish, dressings, and what seems to be shards of dishes that coats and stains Alec's clothing everywhere.
"Not you too," Alec practically whines as he catches Magnus' amused expression.
"I am sorry Alec, but I simply do not understand the kind of role-play you are going for." That comment earns Magnus on of Alec's classic salty looks. Magnus, however, feels even more amused by the silent retaliation. He loves Alec, but he can be so easy to tease, it makes it hard not to at times. Still, Alec clearly came for his support so he will provide it properly. With a flourish of dramatic gestures, Magnus magically switches Alec out of his dirty clothes and into a nice fluffy robe.
"I know you aren't so keen on my wardrobe, but if you threw them out Magnus-"
"Relax love, they are merely in the wash. Although, I do really want my hands in gifting you a new wardrobe."
"Magnus, no."
"Very well," Magnus temporarily surrenders. "Please come in and tell me what events led to you being covered in dinner."
Alec follows Magnus to the sofa where Magus had been peacefully resting not long before. Alec seats himself first, but once Magnus sits himself next to him. Alec quickly uses Magnus' shoulder as a welcoming pillow. Their hands seamlessly navigate towards each other until they are perfectly entwined.
"Jace threw me across the dinner table," Alec starts his explanation.
"You're going to have to offer me more of the story if you wish for me to understand my dear Alec."
"Clary went out to fight demons with Izzy despite my direct order not too."
"And this made Jace throw you across the table?" Magnus raises his eyebrows at Alec's so far jittery story.
"Well Jace thinks i am singling Clary out, so we were arguing at dinner."
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Singling Clary out," Magnus states. Alec can have a hard time with change, and Clary has been the dropped stone that causes the rippling effect.
"She is constantly breaking orders, and does things to her own will," Alec says heatedly. Can not one person understand how frustrating it is to be constantly following orders by the 'T' only to have some ignoramus stride in and not care about any kind of order? Alec is clenching his teeth as the thought of Clary angers him.
"She wasn't raised a Shadowhunter. What may hold meaning and purpose to you was done so from years of reinforcement. To Clary, it is a constant struggle in a world she has up until now belonged to but not in." Magnus doesn't mean to get so serious, but he felt like Clary's perspective should be presented in a calm way for Alec to fully understand. Thankfully, Alec nods in agreement, and Magnus relaxes again after not realizing he had tensed. "But way the act of throwing you?"
"Jace thinks he is funny."
"There was no other reason?"
"He was mad at me."
"Alec, I do enjoy you sharing things with me, but while you share things with me please don't leave me guessing."
With a deep sigh Alec begins, "Everyone was silent after Jace and I were told to stop our fighting. My mother asked Jace to pass the salt, so he decided to pass me instead."
Magnus tries his very hardest not to laugh for Alec's sake, but it isn't long before he is laughing to the point of tears. Alec in return is quick to lift his head from Magnus' shoulder and stare at his boyfriend with disbelief and hurt.
"I'm sorry Alexander," Magnus says while wiping the tears from his eyes, "But it is incredibly funny."
"Fine," Alec spits. He shifts to get up and leave only to be stopped by Magnus' hand caressing his face.
"Please don't leave, I am sorry." Magnus somehow is able to cease his laughter and look sincerely over at Alec. He leans over and lightly kisses Alec for a lingering moment, then leans back to look at Alec pleadingly.
Alec bites his lip. He doesn't like being teased, but he isn't good at resisting Magnus' charm either. Probably because he has no desire to resist it at all.
"Okay."
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"Do you think Salty isn't mad anymore?" Jace asks Clary as they wait for the commercials on the tv to pass.
"What you did was pretty mean Jace," Clary says.
"But you guys were laughing, it was funny." Jace defends himself.
"Still though."
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