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Something fuzzy tickle Alec's nose as he slept. First it was pleasant. Then it was some-what cute. And then it started to chew at his in-my-happy-place-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life mood. Alec's eyes snapped open.

Feathers.
Alec raised his head slightly, wincing at the pain in his back and thighs. He placed his hand on something for support quickly realizing that that 'something' wasn't a something but a 'someone'. A someone with beautiful, smooth tawny skin.

This amused Alec in a weird touch-your-neighbor kind of way and he smoothed his hand over the skin, passing a dark mocha nipple before stopping and smiling, his worries from the previous day long forgotten in an early morning after-sex haze. Propping his elbow up and resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, Alec drew patterns on the soft skin in front of him until something—And he didn't know what— made him look up.

Alec saw the strong ,very lightly stubbled, outline of someone's jaw. With his lips twitching up in a content smile Alec traced the delicate column of skin attached to that very sexy jawline. Tracing god-knows-who's jaw up further, Alec reached a somewhat pointed, squared off chin (that reminded him of those funny loafers he wore last night) and kissed it, oh so delicately. The man under him smiled slightly and his eyes fluttered, but he remained asleep. Once Alec was sure he wouldn't wake, he began to admire the face before him.

Whoever it was had a beautiful face and body…That, Alec was sure of. With his golden tawny skin, sexy abs and plump lips, those perfectly dark coral, almost mauve, lips that flowed into a deep carmine pink as they reached further to touch the man's teeth—Alec's mind paused. Carmine. Deep carmine colored jeans (because no one had even bothered with pinks and blues this season or greens for that matter...though Alec hated green) paired with a white leather Prussian military jacket and a sheer black lace top. Alec beamed and thought to himself, "I need to write this down".

Suddenly Alec frowned, and he felt the blood drain from his face with realization.

Leaping out of the soft cushiony bed, Alec focused on one of two things. One: he was as nude was the day he arrived on this god forsaken earth. And two: the place was completely trashed. There were feathers everywhere, shamelessly ripped from several pillows that were…erm..savagely ripped apart…possibly with teeth. Gathering what clothes Alec could find (And finding that almost every piece of clothing he had must have been ripped off his body because they were COMPLETELY obliterated.) Alec quickly went to the first door in the room he could find, the closet.

Opening the double doors wide Alec soon discoverd this person had...nothing. Not even a single article of clothing.

Alec hiss furiously. The least this person could do was give him something decent to wear, after all he is the cause of Alec's ripped and unusable blushed at that last assesment but tried to move forward from it.

Looking around the room Alec did, however, find a wad of silver yarn. Digging around some more Alec found his wallet and a giant sewing needle. Possibly for the yarn. Silently thanking God, Alec hastily stitched his clothes back into wearable order .The result was a very "Frankenstein" looking piece but having nothing else to wear Alec slipped on his tight black skinnies and oversized sweater (Yes, somehow by the miracle of god Alec got laid in that), and dashed out the door...only to turn back to look for his shoes...


"Alec!" Isabelle huffed as she tried to get her elder brother's attention. Alec had been in a very good creative mood when he arrived to work earlier that day (though he had been 2 hours late) and he had been sketching designs for over three hours nonstop. Normaly this would be a good thing, but today however Isabelle's esteemed fashion icon older brother had a bit of bubble bursting news and he was intentionally disregarding her. Isabelle decided to just tell Alec instead of sugar coating the situation; with all the ignoring going on, Alec didn't deserve that anymore.

"If we don't have all the designs by next Friday Jem can't tailor them before Back-to-School or have them ready by September for Fashion Week." She explained harshly.

Alec chocked on his pencil, despite the fact that it wasn't even close to his mouth at the time.

"SHIT! Did you—"

"Alec, he has other clients too, he doesn't have the time to wait." Isabelle replied delicately, having forgotten she was mad at him for ignoring her. She sauntered over to Alec with an edgy touch to her stride, she was confident and direct but there was dubious look on her face that soured her demeanor, almost as if something about him was foreign to her and she wasn't quite sure how to take it. She looked like a fierce but confused fashion model. It was such a contradiction Alec wasn't sure how to respond to it.

"Hey…Where did you go last night?" Her tone reflect her body language. Alec bit his lip .

"I…"

"Am I interrupting?" Jordan, Alec's head photographer was standing at the door looking a bit uncomfortable with the silent intensity of the sibling's stares.

"Oh! Umm." Alec turned to Isabelle, she narrowed her eyes but otherwise said nothing. It was like she was focusing on him but..not him. "No your fine." Jordan stepped in an placed a leather bound binder on the right side of Alec's mahogany desk.

"Good, here's the shots for the fall collection. Wintor wants them by this afternoon so she can figure out where she wants them. Or if she wants them."

"If?"

"She's not too happy about the fact that we have our own idea of what we want, Usually she has her people shoot for the Advertisements."

Alec pouted. Damn crazy demanding old chief editor ladies. "You think she'll make an exception? I mean I know she wants 'em but..." Isabelle continued to burn a hole in Alec's head with her stares, but now she was behind Alec in the back of his office, leaning against his book shelf. It wasn't that she was still mad or anything but It made Alec feel like he was being observed…like a bug under a microscope.

"I see what your saying..umm I don't know." He said, tilting his head to the side. " I guess we'll just have to wait and see but if you look at this one," Jordan leaned forward, flipped open the binder, and presented Alec with an interesting steampunk inspired setting and with Maia and a few other models abstractly posed throughout the set.

"Ooh I like this one, it isn't this year's 'theme' per say, but I does tie in well," Jordan smiled

"I knew you'd say that. By far this one's the most promising as far as early trending goes garment wise—the androgynous look, Pre World War II, Leather, Military—all that is going to be huge this fall we should.." Alec hear Isabelle suddenly shift behind him.

"Alec, I think I'll handle this..I—you...you really need to go to the bathroom. Now."

"What—" Isabelle pulled Alec out of his comfy rolly chair, clamped her fingers on his shoulders and lead him to the door..

Right before Alec could object—or even process what was happening—Isabelle mouthed '' Your back.'', careful to articulate each and every syllable, knowing Alec could read lips just as well he could speak Laotian(which, he doesn't), and shut the door. Alec stood at the front of the door for a few moments still dazed but proceeded to the men's room anyway.

He opened the door, rounded the corner and stepped in front of the mirror. He pouted. He hated mirrors. Hated 'em like he hated the dark.

Alec had never liked his appearance; it was too old fashioned for the modern world. His top lip,though thinner then his bottom, stuck out further giving him a innocent but also very 'kissy face' profile. His button nose started straight and masculine but turned upward giving the impression that he as younger then he truly was. His large blue eyes always appeared sad. That was what he hated most. Unlike Isabelle and dumbass his younger brother Jace who always had a confident gleam in their eyes and a modern beauty to their look, his eyes were sad and usually timid looking. That coupled with the fact that they were huge and looked like they didn't belong to him made Alec feel ten times more out of place. Cameo grace wasn't in style, ironically.

Sighing to himself, Alec turned around to see what all the fuss was about.

Nothing.

Alec's once-torn-to-shreds oversized sweater was clear of anything unusal. At first Alec thought maybe a seam had undone but all he could see was his bear shoulder and a bunch of stitches. Resting his bum on the counter and scooting closer to the mirror Alec suddenly saw a small black line on his shoulder poking out of the collar of his shirt.

Alec furrowed his brows.

Leaning closer to the mirror, Alec pulled his collar even lower.

The line continued.

Alec grimaced 'What the hell is that?' he touched the small lineand smudged it abit, realizing it was eyeliner. Keeping his arms in their sleeves Alec pulled the back of this sweater over his head and stared, eyes wide and face as white as parchment paper. Scribbled across his shoulder, along with numerous nail bites and scratches all over his shoulder blade and lower back, was a name and a phone number:

Magnus Bane 555-463-3454

-call me ;)

Staring dumbfounded, Alec snapped himself back into reality and hastily began looking for something to clean off the eye liner. Alec reached for some paper towel but stopped mid-reach. He couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want to be in a relationship with him. That must be what he wanted right? Or…some sort of 'agreement'? Technically that's sorta relationship, right? Alec couldn't shake the questions flooding his mind, and quietly (though he'll never admit it) wished Isabelle was there to give him some sort of meaningful direction. As much as Alec wanted to be in a relationship with someone, he didn't want to risk his sanity. After Ragnor came and ripped his little heart out of his chest in 12th grade, something that crushed and humiliated him at the time, Alec didn't want to move to closely too people.

Sighing once again Alec grabbed the paper towel and began placing it under the cold tap.

"Did you add the number to your contacts yet?" Lightwood sibling telepathy.

Alec cursed his luck but met Isabelle's eyes in the mirror. She was smirking.

"No," he said, shaking his head. " I'm not about to date a person I had a one night stand with. It's a recipe for disaster."


yay! super late up date! im so sorry this is so late...i get lazy durring summer. mk so remember that cold i said i had? well.. i turnes out it might just be LPR reflux with is like 'heart burn'...with out the burn and at night( it gives you A LOT of drainage)which might lead to a lesion( Like what Adel had)! IM SO SAD! This can ruin my . SO i HAVE to be SUPER careful! I am a singer so this is super scary for me! But dont worry i'll get scoped and all that.It'll be a while till i can get a scope done.

ANYWAY, On a lighter note (No pun intended) I've been working with cersanthamum on some...ehem...stuff (top secret)oh and if you haven'tread Castles Made of Sand (which i doubt.) i highly recomend it!

ITS AMAZING!

-Any

(p.s. if i have any typos please tell!)