Sorry. That is all I can say. I've been so caught up in revision for my GCSE's which are in a week?! that I've had no time for writing. I deeply apologise and hope this long chapter makes up for it. *sniffles* I'm so flipping sorry *crees* as per usual I list the songs I listened to here but I listened to too many writing this so it's just 'Think of England' by Bears Den but this song also goes perfectly with Wessa...
Sadly and murderously it's all Cassie's EXCEPT FOR MARIE, ALICE AND LARA! THEY ARE MINE ALL MINE and I love them lots. Marie will be getting her own fic if you like her in this. If not, she will still be appearing in later chapters because I love her.
prompt by XxFoxiexX
Chapter 3: Think of England
"Do you lie back
And think of England
Do you lie back?"
"So Chairman, what lovely neck tie are you going to wear tonight?" Magnus picked up his tiny cat and examined his face, searching for some indication of a colour preference. Upon finding none, he deposited the cat on the bed and sighed.
"What is the point of you, cat, if I can't dress you up like me," Magnus whined and flopped backwards on the bed and stared at the mirror on the ceiling. His reflection smiled back at him, reminding him of the time that Alec had discovered the namely 'kinky mirror'. His shock was hilarious and yet again Magnus found himself giggling alone with only a cat to accompany him. Madness must be closing in on him, Magnus mused to himself.
Hauling his fabulous arse off his bed, Magnus leapt over to his wardrobe with a sudden burst of fashion inspiration. Grabbing a pair of dark leather trousers that had cross straps up the back like dungarees but instead looped round the neck instead of over the shoulders and down, and a mesh shimmer top that read "queen" across the front. He decided to go for a darker colour scheme tonight to match his amazing boyfriend who would, less amazingly, be dressed in… black. Magnus had tried updating Alec's wardrobe but the shadowhunter had refused to wear anything lighter than grey. It was a shame really, Magnus reminisced, Alexander had the kind of eyes that would bring out a navy or even baby blue.
Now dressed, Magnus stalked out his room and into the loft. He clicked his fingers and the table moved to the side of the room and fairy lights appeared around the ceiling. The bar that he always had at parties appeared at one end of the loft; the glasses clinking into place on the shelf behind.
Magnus was just adding the last touches of decoration when the doorbell at the bottom of the stairs sounded through the loft. Clapping his hands together with childish glee he ran down the stairs at an inhuman speed and nearly hit the door at the bottom. The very excited warlock righted himself and peered through the glass. A pale face met his own. The vampires. Magnus contained a sad sigh. The vampires were never fun to have as first guests and now he'd have to sit and endure their blood filled conversations until someone else arrived.
He pasted on his warmest smile and hoped it didn't look too much like a grimace, "welcome, welcome you are the first to arrive! Congratulations! Usually I give out prizes for those who arrive first but I don't make a habit of storing blood in my mini fridge," noting the looks of unamusement on their faces he nodded and just ushered them upstairs, desperately hoping the faeries turned up soon.
His wish was granted when half a painful hour later the fey did arrive and armed with various cocktail ingredients. Magnus purposely ignored the brightly coloured and probably 'lethal in large amounts' drinks and showed them upstairs to were the vampires were drowning out all noise you could possibly make with their death metal music. Cringing slightly at his bad choice in guests, Magnus looked throughout the small crowd of faeries for the small chance of a more familiar and friendly face. A flash of bright green hair and violet eyes caught his gaze. Marie. Pointing to no one but feeling the need to announce his intentions, he extended his arm and marched over to Marie, maybe slightly overdramatically but he was allowed a touch of dramatic when there were vamps trying to blast his eardrums to pieces.
Marie turned sharply when Magnus tapped her shoulder. Opening his arms in an act of surprise he found himself grinning at the sight of her. He hadn't seen the faerie since, well, since Camille had happened. Marie had been a constant rock of support and kindness and truth. Magnus never thought he'd say it but he couldn't fault her honesty skills.
Recognising his face, a huge smile lit up her eyes and she dived into his arms, hugging him tightly and forcing him to step back with the strength of her embrace. When she stepped back, she kept hold of his face and examined him just to be sure.
"Magnus! It's really you, I thought you'd disappeared off the face of the planet!" Marie said and placed a purple flower in his hair, absentmindedly.
"Well obviously not Maz, it's my party you're at. I didn't know you were coming though, did you come with Alice?"
Marie nodded, "yes Alice insisted I come. If I'd known it was your party, I would've made more of an effort"
Magnus was about to ask how she hadn't recognised his house but was cut off by the doorbell again.
"Don't go anywhere Maz, I have something I need to discuss with you in lengthy and juicy detail," Magnus weaved his way through the crowd to the door. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he opened to the door to a very welcome party indeed. Isabelle Lightwood, stood on the doorstep dressed in a bright red cocktail dress with matching heels and a slightly dishevelled looking Simon hanging off her elbow. Behind her stood Jace and Clary who were deeply in discussion over something he probably didn't want to get involved in and standing at the back of their little clan was the one who without fail made Magnus' heart skip a beat every time he caught his eye. Alexander. His dark hair was rain swept and hanging in his deep blue eyes and there was that small smile on his face that made Magnus feel like a little kid again.
"Magnus! Are we late? We were so worried we were going to be," Izzy's voice forced him to tear his eyes away from Alec's face.
"You were worried Izzy, we didn't care," Jace kicked at the pavement and Clary hit him over the head. Holding back his giggles with great effort, the warlock dismissed Isabelle's fears.
"No, darling don't worry but I'm seriously glad you're here, there's the vampires upstairs and well I guess you can hear them from down here so thank you," Magnus clutched his hands together in eternal thanks, "you are my saviours"
"it's our pleasure, this dress needed wearing anyway and an excuse to party, did you even have to ask?" Izzy raised her eyebrows at the warlock. Magnus grinned, "I knew you'd come hun, it's them I had to check with," he nodded back at the others. Upon seeing Jace's murderous face he couldn't hold it in anymore. He had to ask. Leaning in he whispered, "what's eating our golden boy?"
Izzy threw her head back and laughed, a musical sound, and glanced back at her brother, "he had an unfortunate run in with Alec's cat again and got in an argument with it. He then brought in Clary and she sided with the cat"
Magnus couldn't contain his laughter at the image of the 'mighty warrior' Jace being mauled by a cat.
"Hey! Don't laugh, it was a serious thing. Lara should be detained with chains and the threat of death," Jace said whilst throwing a glare back at Alec who was smirking and leaning casually against the porch wall.
"You wouldn't dare touch Lara," Alec laughed and there was no malice in his voice, only humour that his brother had been bested by a cat. Jace just punched Alec and folded his arms in a sulk.
"This is favouritism…" he huffed and Clary wrapped her arms around his shoulders and patted his head like a child. Magnus grinned at them and wondered when he'd become so attached to them.
"Come on up guys," he waved them through the door until only Alec was left. The blue eyed shadowhunter stood against the doorframe gazing at Magnus in a way that had become so natural and loving to them. They had gotten to the point in their relationship where, often, words were not needed. As Magnus looked deeply into the mass of blue he adored he saw the words he loved the most. I missed you.
Magnus closed the gap between them, pressing his forehead against Alec's. The shadowhunter captured Magnus' lips with his own and wrapped his arms around the warlock's neck. It was gentle and felt like home. When they finally broke apart, they were breathless.
"I've always wanted to be kissed in a doorway," Alec whispered, arms still resting on Magnus' shoulders. Magnus chuckled and bopped his nose against the shadowhunter's.
"You are so romantic sometimes that I just want to smooch those lips right off your beautiful face"
Alec narrowed his eyes playfully and ghosted the warlock's mouth with his own, "go on then"
And so again it was. The lovers in a doorway, holding onto that moment and placing into the part of their memories that was dedicated to their love. It was a part that was frequently revisited whenever one was alone and longing for the other.
Magnus pressed Alec into the doorframe, mumbling the shadowhunter's name and silently wishing they could stay in this moment forever. They couldn't. Magnus had a party to host and soon Izzy would come charging down to prevent Magnus from 'defiling her brother'. But before either of those things could happen a green head appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Magnus, there's a," whatever Marie was going to say was cut off when she saw Magnus and Alec, "oh sorry"
Giggling awkwardly, she backed away, "sorry…"
"Marie wait! This is Alexander, I was going to introduce you when we got up but," Magnus trailed off and flicked his gaze back to Alec.
Marie sat down on the top of the stairs and cradled her head in her hands and examined Alec. The shadowhunter squirmed under her violet gaze. Looking back at Magnus she smiled and mouthed, "he's gorgeous"
Magnus wrapped his arms protectively around Alec, "yes and he's mine. Anyways you have Alice!"
"It doesn't hurt to admire from a distance!"
"Um I'm still here," Alec said, whilst trying to escape the clutches of Magnus' arms. Marie bounced down the stairs and embraced Alec in a bone-crushing hug. Flailing hopelessly, the eldest Lightwood eventually succumbed to her hug and wrapped his arms around her, patting her on the back. After a long 10 seconds she eventually withdrew her hold on him and smiled a huge, welcoming grin at him.
"I guess this is the point where I say "break his heart then I'll break you" but I like you too much to do that. Anyways I think you only say that at the start of relationships and well, your ship has already sailed far away into the golden sunset so I'm just gonna love you and leave you," Marie said, before turning to leave up the stairs, her long green hair flowing out behind her leaving a faint scent of elderflower hovering in the stairway.
"Well she was," Alec sought for the right word in his head that would fit the description of Marie. Upon finding none he let the silence fall.
"Yup, she's quite a character but she's also one of the greatest friends I ever had and I don't really know what I would've done without her. She's precious," Alec could see that Magnus' eyes had that glazed look they always had when he spoke of his past. Leaving his unspoken questions unspoken, Alec took Magnus' hand and led him up towards the party upstairs.
"Any friend of yours is a friend of mine"
Alec smiled softly at a drunk Magnus' standing on his coffee table and dancing very provocatively to 'All the Single Ladies'. As the glittery warlock did a slut drop, Alec raised his eyebrows and wished he had his camera on him. This was a moment that needed to be recorded. Sadly, said camera did not exist and the shadowhunter had to settle for attempting to ingrain it on his memory instead.
"Dear my beautiful guests," Alec buried his head in his hands. By the Angel, he's doing a speech. Save me now. Magnus continued his speech, "I love you all very very very much," Magnus didn't seem to notice his words slurring together but instead focused on the crowd that cheered him.
"Thank me for you all coming. I only have one surprise you all left for," he winked at the crowd seductively and Alec wished to crawl into a hole and burn this memory from his mind. It was too much, too much for his young mind.
Magnus soaked in the whoops and cat-calls that came from his party-goers before spreading his arms and twirling dramatically. He pointed out the window behind him as fireworks lit up the night. As the crowd went silent and watched the spectacle he took a bow to himself and his talent and hopped off the table.
Alec didn't notice his boyfriend until he felt someone grab his hand and start leading him away. Magnus took him away from the loft and down the corridor to their bedroom. Alec vaguely wondered when it had stopped becoming 'Magnus' bedroom' and became 'their bedroom'. As much as he tried, he couldn't pin-point an exact moment when it had happened. Maybe it had been when they had first slept together and claimed the bed as theirs with passionate embraces or maybe it had been their first Christmas morning together. It could've been when Alec's clothes started to appear around the apartment like they belonged there or when Magnus had come home to find Alec sprawled across his couch, fast asleep. No, there wasn't a single definite moment when it had changed; it was a collection of times spent in good company and love that had changed everything.
Magnus kicked open their bedroom door and pulled Alec inside and shut it behind him. Sitting on the bed, Alec suddenly noticed that Magnus wasn't actually drunk anymore.
"Another party trick then?" he said indicating the stillness with which Magnus stood. The warlock darted his eyes around the room and nodded quickly. Alec didn't miss how he was wringing his hands together and he definitely noticed how Magnus hadn't moved from that spot by the door.
"Mags, what's up?" Alec stood up and crossed the room. Taking his boyfriend's hands, he stilled their movements with and chaste kiss to the knuckles.
The warlock shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, "nothing's up, I'm fine m'kay"
"Mags seriously this isn't going to work. Tell me what's wrong," Alec said tilting Magnus' head so he could look in his beautiful green eyes.
"Alexander, don't worry. There's nothing wrong. Trust me," Magnus said and glanced over at the wardrobe. Alec noticed.
"The wardrobe?"
Magnus sighed and marched over to the wooded case and wrenched the doors open. He emerged with a box, tied with navy blue ribbon.
"Ok this is for you and if you don't like it that's cool. I just thought that I should get you something seeing as it is your birthday next week and I was going to wait but I couldn't. So here it is and," Alec halted Magnus nervous rambling and placed a finger against the warlock's lips.
"This is what you were worried about?!"
"Yeh I know it's stupid I'm sorry," Magnus toed at the purple carpet, frowning at it.
"No Mags, I didn't mean it like that. I love that you care about this," Alec said, "I love that you take the time to do things like this and I'm sure whatever it is I'll love it"
"You are perfect, like are you even real?!" Magnus whispered in disbelief at Alec, handing him the box. The shadowhunter blushed and took the parcel and undid the ribbon. Magnus waited with bated breath and he took off the lid.
Alec gazed down at the contents of the box, all kinds of emotions flooding him. Inside it lay a bright orange flower, pillowed on tissue paper. It was dry and crinkled yet looked as though it was stubbornly holding onto life, it's petals barely holding on to the stem. It wasn't the flower itself that had Alec lost for words, it was the story Magnus had told him the other night about his birth place- Indonesia. He had said that in his parents' garden there was a patch of ground where a flower brush had grown, despite the tough ground and little rain. It had had orange flowers.
Magnus had said that Alec reminded of that flower. Strong, stubborn and unable to give up even when the odds of fate were tipped against him.
"I don't know what to say," Alec looked at Magnus in shock. What do you say when you receive a gift so profound?
"Don't say anything. You don't need to"
Alec set the box down behind him and kissed Magnus with all the love and thankfulness in the world. He felt Magnus' arms wrap around his waist and he laced his fingers through the warlock's hair, tugging gently on the dark strands. When they finally broke apart, breathless with kiss swollen lips, neither of them spoke for nothing needed to be said. They stood in each other's embrace, and packed away another little memory to the place in their minds. Another memory to come back to and revisit. To experience all over again. Because that's what you do with love. You remember their face, the moments they smiled and the moments you made them smile. You take those moments and you hide them away, in the place in your mind that when times feel dark or lonely you go to and you open it up. Inside are all the times you shared and the times that were good.
Neither Magnus nor Alec wanted to move for fear of breaking the still, the moment.
A whisper broke the silence, "aku cinta kamu, Magnus Bane"
And Magnus smiled.
So that's it guys! I hope you liked it, it took a while but yup my frogs are happy. I probably won't be updating till after June now because I really need to focus on my exams. As much as I love writing for you guys, sadly exams matter... *crees again* bye friends, pliz review and if you have any ideas prompts or questions, do tell xx
