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Disclaimer: All characters Cassandra Clare's I just like to hold their hands and dance in the moonlight with them :)
Chapter 3
Magnus POV
Why was I having this party again? Screw my idiotic need to make decisions quickly and without as much as two thoughts. Normal people take their long lost friends out to dinner, maybe see the sights. What do I do? I throw a damn party- and would on the downworlder street was that my children of the Nephilim would be making an appearance.
Oh Alec. How I missed his so; His gorgeous striking blue eyes, perfect skin marked with his past and that beautiful mop of hair. How I loved him. He was never far away from all my thoughts. I missed him. His innocence and his shy sense of humour. However, I still couldn't forget what he had done to me. How could he willingly go to someone like Camille; evil and vindictive to take my life away? I loved my life! Sure, it was hell of lonely at time but it was my life- mine. As I began to put my makeup on for this party I came to the realisation that maybe I should call him, talk to him maybe. I know he loved me, maybe there was a reasonable explanation to why he would plot my demise (oh for Christ's sake Magnus … stop being so melodramatic!). I sure I wasn't going to forgive but maybe I should hear him out. My long years may have made me wise after all.
Almost everything was in place, the pixie band had finished their sound check, the food was out courtesy of the lovely people at taki's and slowly guests were arriving. As I stepped out of the sitting room and back into my room I was surprised to see I was not alone.
"MAGGNUSSSS Sweetie! It's been too long!"
"Ahhh Tamara, you made it" I comment. My eyes graze over her… "Have you even changed your look since the 1950's?" Tamara was the vision of mundane men's dreams. Pin up doll look a like- her red lipstick screamed kiss me. Her face had a pale English rose complexion, making way for her almond shaped eyes ringed with winged kohl. Her electric violet hair was moulded into victory rolls to frame her face the rest waving down her back. What a man eater; I shuddered. Many, however never made it past Tamara's face. If they did, they would notice the curling black tail snaking from her back, scaled and forked. Her demon trait- just as I had my cat like eyes. I was always pleased that she did not inherit any of our father's physical features... it would have been a shame to harm that pretty face. Thankfully, in the last century I had preferred biceps rather than boobs.
"Well I was in town you know- and I just HAD to see my almost brother! It been nearly thirty years you know!"
"Hahah well, yes, this job does tend to keep me busy" I state cautiously, wondering where this conversation was going. I should really go and check how the party was going. I really did not want any sort of personal questions to kill my lack of buzz anyway.
"So- tell me how you've been! I heard through the grape vine that you have someone special huh! And please tell me it's not true that it's a shadow hunter... I was sure after Will you'd never go down that path again…."
"Eh Tamara… c'mon on outside of my room there's a party here in your honour you know …. I'm sure the guest of honour should really make an appearance!" exasperated, I almost throw her out into the gyrating bodies. Now, was certainly not the time to answer questions about my most loved and hated shadow hunter of the moment?
Alec POV
Walking around the corner leading to Magnus' apartment I don't talk. I keep my eyes in front of me and silently will the Angel to strike me down with lightning as we approach the front door. Please? However my plea goes unheard as Jace bangs loudly on the front door. That front door. My mind wanders as I remember the first time I ever knocked on that door…
*knock**knock**knock
"WHO DARES TO INTERUPT CHAIRMAN MEOW'S NAP? ILL TURN YOU INTO A MOUSE AND FEED YOU TO HIM!"
I gulp. What am I doing here again?
"Ah sorry… I shouldn't be here… It's Alec. Alec lightwood and I found your message and it thought. Well I thought I should just come… oh I'm sorry... I can just leave you in peace..."
"No, No, here ill buzz you up! I thought I'd be lucky to get a txt rather than a visit! Please! Come up"
After the buzzer disconnected I felt the sudden urge to bolt. I had come here on a whim, after finding the tightly folded message in my denim pocket. I had read and re-read the inscription countless times- "to that cute blue-eyed shadow hunter who graced me with his presence tonight- call me x 0274 265 894 568". As I reached the top of the stairs the front door seemed to swing open on its own accord. I mentally cursed…. He's a warlock idiot. He can conjure pretty much anything with a literal snap of his fingers.
"Well hello young shadow hunter – what can I do for you?" "Um I got your note and I thought I'd come and see you because at the party I saw you looking at me and I guess I wondered why.. I thought you may have guessed I don't know I'm sorry I can always go" what the fuck was I up to? Stammering like an idiot … what on earth was wrong with me?
"Now, now, it's alright – if I'm going to be honest, I'm pleased you're here. Pretty stoked that you were brave enough to venture in to the heart of Brooklyn" he closed the door behind me and gestured for me to have a seat in front of the fire next to Chairman Meow. I join him and sit down on the opulent cream leather couch. I told my hands together to stop them from shaking. This explains the stammering- I'm nervous out of my mind. Magnus starts the conversation for which I am glad "would you like to get some dinner? Or maybe a coffee?"
"A black coffee would be great, thank you"
And just like that it happened. It's hard to remember the exact point that I realised that Magnus was over the moon that I had come. Maybe it was when conversation finally started to flow effortlessly, or when coffee became wine and then dinner. Or, possibly it was when we realised it was 2am and he kissed me goodnight on his porch and asked if I was free tomorrow. It's funny how things started. From being so awkward to feeling like the world was finally perfect. I left with a Cheshire grin on my face. It was pouring with rain and I couldn't care less. I ran home – as fast as I could thrilled with the feel of my lips, Magnus' scent or the rush of endorphins currently flooding my brain.
"OI! EARTH TO ALEC!" I wake from my day dream as my idiotic parabati punches my forearm.
"You wanna come in or not? Don't tell me you got all dressed up for nothing… " "Yeah, yeah I'm coming …"
Magnus POV
I was immersed in a delightful conversation with a wood nymph when I felt my stomach turn to knots; scalp prickle and old heart pick up a beat and start thudding erratically. How weird… as I finish up the conversation, disappointed I didn't learn anything new I cocked my head in the direction to the door. Oh god….
There he was, just standing there, awkward as ever. He had obviously made it inside and stopped because he was not flanked by his normal posse of shadow hunters and token vampire. He sees me looking at him and I gasp as his sterling blue eyes take hold. I am mesmerised, held on earth by the invisible cords that bind me; a world weary and ancient warlock and him, a young and naïve shadow hunter. Oh god….
He drops his gaze and I finally take him all in. Jesus he looks good- really good! Gone is the sweet boy in cheap jeans and crew neck jumpers. Oh wow. My magenta leather pants tighten as I notice the wonders those Levi jeans do for the curvature of his ass. Without realising I take my first step towards my love (my love – is he? after everything has happened? Can I forgive him?) My feet keep walking as my head continues to battle with its self- each side making tough arguments.
"Hi" Alec breathes. Like the sight of me gives him personal discomfort. I search his eyes for some sort of context. Where the hell do I go from here?
"Hey" I breathe back. Wow. I don't think I have ever been lost for words in my long existence. "Um Alec…. I think we need to talk..."
I swallow. Hoping I haven't over stepped my bounds. I am surprised however, by the flicker of hope that graces across his eyes. I quickly turn away from him and lead to my bedroom of all places. I had not meant for this to happen but it seemed to be the only place that the partygoers had left alone.
I sat on my bed and looked up to the man I both loved and loathed.
Alec POV
I followed Magnus to his bedroom; now even more nervous (was that even possible?) that I was entering his private inner sanctum after what I had done. What was I going to say , how do you even begin to tell your first real love that you are so, irreversibly, irrevocably sorry? How?
I don't know where on this earth or the next to begin, but I do so anyway.
"Magnus, please, please hear me out. Don't interrupt me – just hear me out" I take a breath and begin. No stammering this time- as Iz said, it was my one and only shot.
"I have no idea how you have felt over the last two weeks but I've had to buy new clothes because my normal ones no longer fit. I haven't been eating- I have blacked out my room and spend the most part of my days there. My heart longs for you and I know that it is my entire fault that we are in this predicament. I fucked up big time – this I know to be true. However, even if you kick me out after this speal but I never went to Camille with the intention to shorten your life, she promised me information about your past. Where were you born? How old are you really? Who was your mother? Who is will? Why Camille? I have had no answers. You seem to know all there is to know about me but I have no idea where to begin with you. What's your favourite colour for Angel's sake! PLEASE! ANYTHING! I love you goddamit and I promise on very bone on my body that I never intended to hurt you!"
I stare now, through my lashes at the beautiful warlock in front of me, scared though that his face seemed to lose its entire colour
"My favourite colour is magenta". He gazes back at me.
I'm lost for words. Again I have no idea where to go from this but thankfully he continues.
"I don't easily share information Alexander. I should have realised when the relationship was getting serious to try and open up. But shortening my mortality? You'd really really go that far? HOW COULD YOU? You must have had some inkling that Camille is bad news or have I read your intelligence so wrong? These past two weeks I have had no idea what to do with myself – except for feeding Chairman Meow and seeing the occasional client. I realise that this is part my fault Alexander, I know, but when I saw you tonight I couldn't speak. I have missed you so god damned much I feel physically sick which I a hard feat for a warlock – I'll tell you that".
Once again I feel myself staring at his mesmerizing cat eyes. "So what happens now? I miss you, you miss me and it's pretty clear I fucked up big time. But if it's ok with you Magnus, High Warlock of Brooklyn I would really like to spend the next however many years of my pitiful shadow hunter life making it up to you."
I barely finish my sentence and his lips are on mine. His enthralling lips are on mine. My tongue begs for entrance and slowly, he lets me in and I am home. After what seems like eternity he pulls away from me, the whole now in its two separate entities once again.
"Do not, for one second think that you are off the hook. You're not and I am taking you up on your offer".
AN: Please please please review guys- what do you think? should I continue the angst or get on to some lemons? . Reviewwwssss Cannot stress this enough. Id yell all the way from NZ but I doubt you'd hear me. xxxCourt