Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments book series. This belongs to Cassandra Clare. I do, however, own the OC's and the plot.
Plot: MagnusxAlec. Sequel to Lady of the People. Magnus gets a phone call saying how his best friend and her husband have been killed in a car accident, making him and Alec her children's godfathers.
Magnus opens his eyes to the bright sunlight of the new morning. Taking in a deep breath, he rolls onto his side and smiles widely when he sees Alec's still-sleeping form. Sunlight pours in from the window, enveloping Alec in a small, glimmering moment that seems to be separate from the rest of time. Alec's eyes open, and Magnus is completely drawn into his baby blue orbs of life. Alec blinks a few times, and smirks a small smirk, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Alec's smirk fades, as he sees the change in Magnus' eyes. Magnus woke up happy as can be, knowing that Alec was there with him, but now that he's been awake for a while, all of his good humor disappeared. Alec places his hand on Magnus'.
"What's wrong, dear?" Magnus shakes his head, a wan smile playing upon his lips. He grabs the hand that placed itself on his, lifting it to his mouth. He gives it a light kiss, soft as a butterfly landed on it, and looks directly into Alec's crystal blue eyes.
"It's nothing, really. I just have those moments of perfect calm…of a perfect start to my day." He looks down, not wanting to have Alec's insightful eyes peering into his soul, and continues, "And then it all comes back to me. All of it." Alec lets out a small, involuntary sigh, and puts a finger to Magnus' chin, tipping it so that he can look into Magnus' cat-like eyes.
"What comes back, Magnus?" Magnus gnaws away at his lip, and Alec gives a little chuckle, placing his forehead on his.
"Just…everything. The fact that Geneva and Julian are dead, and that we are now, technically, fathers. Also, the fact that I know for sure that you…," He cuts off, looking down again, tears coming to his eyes, "you will die before I even age a day." Alec sucks in a sudden breath. Then lets it out with a gust. He shimmy's closer to Magnus, wrapping his arms around him. Neither of them speaks for a long while, just enjoying the closeness of the two. When Magnus finally looks up to Alec, to notice he has a thoughtful expression.
"Magnus, does it bother you that I am now, physically, older than you by a good fifteen years older than you?" Magnus sits up, as does Alec. He stares into Alec's baby blues, a sick feeling settling into the pits of his stomach. He dares not to speak, so he shakes his head, hair flying in all directions. Alec smiles at him, and gets up and out of the bed, walking to the conjoined bathroom. He walks into the bathroom, closing the door, and leaving Magnus alone to entertain his surprisingly distressing thoughts. Magnus pulls his knees to his chest, forehead creased in thought. He hates having to feel so helpless around Alec; he's an eight-hundred year old warlock who gets the jitters from the way his lover words a sentence. He had never been like this before; he had always been strong. Even when he met Alec, he was always the one who insinuated things, and was always the one who would keep Alec hanging for the fun of it. And now, now Alec will say one thing, and Magnus will get an uneasy feeling. From somewhere in the room, a lamp explodes with Magnus' irritation. The bathroom door opens, and Alec walks back in, sitting on the bed beside Magnus. He looks at Magnus with expecting eyes, like he knows exactly what he was thinking. Magnus gives in, and grabs one of Alec's hands in both of his own.
""Alec, are you trying to say that you are getting tired of me? That you don't…don't love me anymore?" Alec stares at him in disbelief, and then starts to laugh in a very patient manner. Alec had most defiantly matured in the many years they had been married. Instead of being extremely by-the-book, he has become laid-back and wise. He leans forwards, pressing his lips to Magnus', even for just a brief moment. When he pulls back, the light crows-feet around his blue eyes crinkle in properly placed amusement.
"Magnus, you are a very silly man. I love you, and I always will. There is nothing that will change that, so please don't be afraid." His voice softens as his statement is said, and he brushes Magnus' cheek with the back of his hand. He leans forwards to kiss his anxious lover when the bedroom door opens, Jo standing shyly in the doorway. Both of the men look towards her, and she smiles awkwardly.
"You have some people here…they say they need your," she looks at them from through thick lashes, a small blush dusting her cheeks, "sparkly wonder of magic and…sexiness." Alec looks at Magnus, eyes dancing, as Magnus openly laughs, then they both state the visitor's name in unison.
"Jace."
Review, please! This chappy focuses mostly on Magnus and Alec, so I hope you enjoyed!
~R