Look at that! An update. xD I have tense muscles being a bitch and like a constant headache (totally connected), so this is not going to that long. (Sorry for that in advance.)
I have no idea if the way I describe stuff in this chapter it would actually work, so if it's terribly unrealistic, just take it as and even more extreme alternative universe or something like that. I don't have the time for research at the moment.

I'm so freaking grateful for all of you sticking wit this story, leaving reviews, favoriting, I LOVE YOU!

Disclaimer: Yeah ... nothing changed there. I still haven't found a judge to take my wish for custody of Alec Lightwood seriously.

Chapter 4: When you close your eyes, you can feel the rain on your skin.

The first night with the handcuffs on had been very restless. At least they had put bandages between the cuffs and their wrists to prevent their bones from being scraped clean from the countless attempts to pull the other into a certain direction. Around midnight Alec and Magnus had kind of given up on the fight over the blanket and the hateful glares shot at each other and simply passed out. The next morning though should show that waking up to each others sleepy faces did not help defusing the existing tension between them.

Alec had instinctively smashed his head against Magnus' face trying to shove him off the bed at the same time. But with the handcuffs still firmly in place it had once again ended up with them both tangled on the floor.

„We have to stop meeting like this", Magnus groaned which earned him on of Alec's already infamous glares. He still didn't give a damn, but Alec didn't seem to care about that either. Magnus on the other hand was too busy reevaluating his standing on violence against other guys. Maybe he was still a firm believer of the wisdom that violence against girl was just not okay, but if he was truly honest with himself he felt himself tempted to make an exception whenever blue eyes, black hair and bad language was involved.

Alec taking in a deep, almost defeated sounding breath tore Magnus from his thoughts about bloody noses and what kind of scratches could be counted as harmless. He turned his head towards Alec, but the newcomer wasn't even looking at him anymore. Alec was craning his neck to look at the door, maybe checking if there was already somebody brought to their room alarmed by the noises of two teenagers hitting the wooden floor. Magnus only stared at the ceiling and listened. He'd only earn a stiff neck otherwise. There were neither voices nor hectic steps. The house was still cloaked in the unmistakable silence of an early morning. Soft rain pattered against the windows, almost lulling him back to sleep. But a hardwood floor definitely wasn't comfortable enough to fall asleep again, unfortunately, because Magnus sure as hell was tired enough. He really needed a good night sleep if he wanted to survive the rollercoaster. The rain outside painted colorless patterns against the glass.

At least there was no thunder rolling inside the clouds. Yet.

It felt like the weather itself had hit a major depression after that crazy heat wave of the past weeks. The sky was crying for those who hadn't made it.

‚Oh dear, don't get too cheerful', Magnus mocked himself and was just about to try getting up again when Alec's timid voice suddenly made him halt in is motions.

„You scared me, okay?" When Magnus turned his head towards Alec again, he noticed that the other guy wasn't even close to looking at him as well. The back of Alec's head was close to his face and the line of his shoulders the most expressive thing he was able to see. Nothing else was left there for Magnus to read. Alec's voice was there for him to read and try to understand as well, but he wasn't yet completely accustomed to reading between the lines, between those fine differences in undertones. Alec's shoulders had been tense during the night. They always were. Maybe a massage would help lighten his mood.

„I scared you?" Magnus was slightly distracted by something slowly running down his skin, across his cheek. He raised the hand which wasn't cuffed to Alec and carefully wiped it off. Looking at his fingers afterwards he noticed it was blood. ‚Is my nose bleeding?' Another thing that suddenly became more prominent was the dull pounding of pain in the center of his face.

„You were there", Alec muttered. His shoulders shifted awkwardly, but the tension remained between his shoulder blades.

„Okay …" Magnus decided to temporarily ignore the blood. It wasn't very much anyway. It was probably a scratch somewhere. Was his lip spilt? „But after we went to bed together … shouldn't that kind of ruin the surprise of waking up next to me the next morning? Oh, or were you upset because I was in fact still there? That I didn't disappear into thin air by some random magic wish of yours?", Magnus asked with a tone dry as sandpaper, but that attitude broke instantly when he noticed a … snort? A sudden exhale of air. A soft shaking upsetting the ever so tense line of Alec's shoulders. Magnus eyes went wide as his mind rushed to an unexpected conclusion.

„Oh my god, are you laughing?" Sudden excitement flooded his body and the dull pain radiating from his face and back took a backseat for a few moments. „Did I seriously make you laugh? You are able to do that?"

And just like that the tension was back. Magnus would've smacked his face against a desk if this room had been in the passion of such a piece of furniture. He briefly though just letting the palm of his hand meet his forehead, but right that moment his right hand was yanked to the side as Alec forcibly turned around to finally look Magnus straight into the face again. But with them being uncomfortably intertwined like they were Alec's face and body obviously ended up much closer to Magnus than either of them had expected. Or wanted. Maybe.

This way though Magnus had a first row seat to the experience of Alec's supposedly death glare melting away and giving space to something quite similar to … shock?

„Oh, fuck, you're bleeding."

Magnus blinked a few times, possibly a bit dazed from blood loss or just that much blue almost feeling the whole field of his vision and for once those eyes weren't trying to burn holes into his soul. The expression was so unguarded like nothing he'd seen cross Alec's face during their short time of acquaintance. It came close to worry and Magnus didn't understand why it threw him off so much, why it took him a few moment to regain his hold on reality.

„Yes? Yes, of course I'm bleeding. What did you expect after that head-butt stunt? "

Maybe it was the blood loss. It totally had to be the blood loss, the early hour in the morning. Magnus had never really been an early bird and he couldn't stand people who were. It didn't mean that he slept past noon, he simply found that 5am wasn't really a reasonable time to be conscious. It wasn't 5 am. It felt more like 6 am or something else. Whatever time it was, Magnus felt like it was too early for his world to be turned upside down either way.

„I apologized." There was a sound between the words that reminded Magnus of locks being sealed shut again and suddenly a sense of nostalgia came over him. He didn't like locks, visible or invisible. They were such small devices with yet such a great power of blocking passageways much bigger than them, locking doors to bedrooms, to cellars. Locking him out or locking him in. Magnus didn't like that.

„No, you didn't."

„Well, then I at least thought it."

„That doesn't count, dumbass."

„Want me to hit you again?"

When they finally got off the floor and to Jocelyn who instantly scrambled for the first aid-kid, Magnus had a new bruise on the side of his forehead and Alec sported three scratches across his left cheek. They refused to talk or look at each other and neither of them could be swayed to explain what exactly happened.

Maybe it was the first one of their secrets. A stupid one, so unimportant, and yet at the same time none of these things.

Usually the children from the orphanage would take an entrance exam at the local school as soon as they had settled into the daily routines of the orphanage and the whole situation wouldn't scare them so much anymore or cause stress too high for them to handle. With this test it would be determined how much the kids knew and therefore which grade they could be put into. Usually. But as so many things in this short period of time things had turned out not to take the usual direction with Alec Lightwood, especially when one were handcuffed to him.

„Can I ask you something, Alec?"

„You just did."

„I hate that answer."

„You asked for it."

„I hate you."

Alec gave Magnus a smug ‚not my problem'-grin over which Magnus only rolled his eyes. They were waiting for the bus that would take them to the local school. There were several good aspects of living in a house so far outside of town, but having only one bus to get you back to civilization wasn't on that list. The orphanage had one small bus they used for grocery shopping and other errands, but the advisors didn't have the time to drive the students to school. And for obvious reasons they couldn't drive themselves.

The hight drizzling of rain and the grey light from a grey sun gave the whole scene the atmosphere of one of these artsy indie films that Magnus had watched for a class project last year. He figured being in one of these scenarios really was just as depressing as it had seemed on screen. Still, he'd been quite proud of the analysis he'd made and at least that pride hadn't faded yet. The bus stop was very luxury he noted, not for the first time. It had a roof, simple look-through plastic curving over their heads and held by dull, grey metal bars, with three bright orange metal chairs attached to the base. They were the kind of chairs that already looked uncomfortable, but for some reason the fearless trio of Will, Tessa and Jem always took their places there like sitting on thrones.

These three were the youngest among the student group and the most fascinating bunch to watch, Magnus found. Tessa sat in the middle of the two boys, holding a book, probably still ‚A Tale of Two Cities' reading it slowly and with her voice barely above a whisper to Jem and Will. Her little finger moved along the lines with the precision of a surgeon, never missing a word, never skipping a line. The two boys took turns in carrying her bag, but at least outside of the orphanage wherever Tessa went, those two weren't far of. The only trouble with them turned out to be when the teachers spoke the words ‚Choose a partner' because then they could take drama to a whole new level. Magnus' only job was usually to make sure they didn't miss the bus or classes after a break when they once again got lost in Tessa's favorite book of the month.

The other students from the orphanage had formed a little group a bit further away, as far as the roof and the rain allowed them to go. Magnus had to lie when he'd say he wouldn't notice the nervous glances thrown his way, or Alec's way to be more precise. Talk about the ‚suicide'-incident had travelled through the orphanage faster than fire carvings its way through dry leaves, the handcuff-story right on its heels. That in combination with Alec's spectacular arrival had given him quite a reputation and now that Magnus was cuffed to him as his personal watchdog, that reputation or at least the tendency to avoid Alec had begun to rub off. Something, that Magnus as social as he liked to be, didn't like very much. He was caught between blaming himself, blaming Alec and rolling his eyes at the others. But deep down, he was glad that the others kept their distance because Alec was dangerous, in a way they might not expect.

There had been kids at the orphanage that were upset and ‚difficult', but not broken to pieces like that and even then not with that hissing intelligence beneath all those razor-sharp edges.

„What's the question you wanted to ask?"

„Huh?" Magnus turned his attention back to Alec, but once again he wasn't looking at Magnus but staring at the road. The bus was late. Magnus was close to teasing Alec about his remaining curiosity, but then he decided against it. It didn't feel right at the moment and somehow inappropriate as well. Maybe it had something to do with Alec's hanging shoulders, maybe with the thinning rain. Maybe Magnus missed the thunder rolling in the distance. Not to mention that with teasing Alec, he would never get an answer out of that stubborn mouth.

„Why were you scared - why did it scare you so much to see me the other day?" It had been two days since the head-butt-incident and while Magnus didn't have anymore bloody experiences and the scratches on Alec's cheek were only a far shadow from the angry red of that morning, the nights hadn't been anymore relaxed. It just felt like Alec refused to get used to the situation and it bothered Magnus that he felt so helpless in this matter. It didn't feel like it was something about modesty, Alec had made it very obvious that he wasn't ashamed of his body or undressing with Magnus being present. It was something else, something that always slipped through Magnus' fingers like smoke. He'd tried to bring up the topic before, but it had never really felt like a good time. Maybe it was indeed the rain because without the thunder there was just a calm weight hanging over their heads, nothing with too much tension, nothing that would instantly distract from the question asked.

After a short moment of silence, Magnus took the leap of catching the words floating through the air between them. „I mean, did I do something? Did I … did I touch you in a wrong way? During the night maybe?" He remembered Alec yelling to him about people being disappointed by him, but also about others not keeping their hands off him. „Because if so, then I'm very sorry, it totally wasn't -"

„There was no touching", Alec breathed out exasperatedly and finally raised his gaze from the road to look at Magnus, really look at him. For some reason Magnus was thankful for that. But at the same time he also noted somewhere at the back of his mind that there had been touching. It was actually very difficult to be bound to each other by handcuffs and avoid any kind of touching the night. But for Alec ‚touching' didn't mean ‚touching' anymore, it seemed. He didn't even add the words ‚in the wrong way'. The word itself had become a synonym for invading one's physical privacy. For Alec the word had lost its innocence and it was sad to watch those harmless letters being broken on the ground.

Magnus wanted to pick them up again, but he didn't dare to do so. He could have corrected Alec, telling him that they totally were touching and that he had fading marks on his cheek as clear proof of that, that they had been touching just this morning, bumping into each other when they'd sleepily tried to brush their teeth and wanted to spit out at the same time. He didn't. He kept all these words inside because they would be meaningless right this moment.

Alec's eyes were full of rain and if Magnus looked close enough he could find the storm in there that the sky had been missing for the past days. His hands were water drops hitting the ground, his fingers played restlessly with the lukewarm air between them. And for once, Magnus was okay with it. He didn't complain about his hand being dragged along, following the lines of those soft waves.

„You haven't shared a bed with somebody before?", Magnus eventually tried to help, keeping his face open and soft. Alec shook his head with a flash of annoyance crossing his face. Magnus didn't take it personal.

„No, I did - of course, I did, I had sib- I did, okay? I just … I simply expected somebody else." His voice sunk low enough to risk getting lost among the raindrops. „I … I hoped for somebody else."

It was that moment that the bus arrived, breaking the rain and the silence, and Magnus was so upset that he almost forgot Tessa, Will and Jem at the bus stop.

Alec liked school, to a degree. He was very sure that he did it for all the wrong reasons, but he didn't care. It gave him a sense of structure, a sense of purpose. It made the concept of passing time tangible somehow.

Alec was past the phase of expecting his family coming around the corner any minute. He was past those days of agony when every sound was a part of their silenced voices. He didn't see their faces in random reflections anymore. He didn't smash mirrors anymore because he could't stand seeing only himself. He didn't break into tears as often as he used to anymore. But he hadn't let go of the hate yet. He still hated the world for taking his family sooner than it was fair, oaky or natural. He still hated the therapist that had wanted him to talk about his happy memories, about his sadness, about everything. Grief counseling it had been called. But Alec hadn't wanted to talk, still didn't want to. He hadn't wanted to spit out the names of his family between violent sobs, didn't want their memories to drown in tears and sadness, putting them on full display for others to dissect. No, he would keep them inside, bottled up in the good way, close to his heart.

The world had already taken too much from him, he wouldn't loose anything else.

To a degree though, school scared him as well.

It was a mess of thousands of names, crawling in the hallways, clinging to doorframes, being thrown from one room to another. The chances were high that at some point Alec would get hit with a familiar name, that was a stranger all at the same time. Teachers would call him ‚Alexander' and Alec would hate them because they had no right to do so. His mother had called him Alexander. It was the name that belonged to her lips and maybe it had died with her, to a degree.

He wouldn't allow anybody else to call him that. Not Magnus. Not even Jace.

Alec had tried going back to school after the fire, but it hadn't worked. Part of him was curious if it would be different this time, if would be different this time. Maybe being handcuffed to Magnus was enough of a change to change the experience. It would definitely prevent him from throwing stuff which would prevent him from being sent to detention and eventually expelled. That was already a good thing, right?

„Why do I have the feeling that we are late?", Alec inquired as they hurried along empty hallways. Magnus shot him a look that he didn't care about, but he got no answer. „I will take that as a yes", he muttered just as they reached a room that had the word ‚Office' written next to the door. No name could be found underneath or could it? If Alec squinted, he could make out faded letters. Yeah, but still no complete name.

Magnus knocked and Alec took the chance to look around, suddenly feeling way more upbeat than when they had left the bus. He liked empty hallways in schools. It was like you got the structure that the concept of the school provided, but without the annoying other people that bump into you or try to start random conversations when they think you are lost. So, being late was a big relief for Alec. Magnus didn't look as relieved.

„Come in."

The room inside was surprisingly simple, but maybe that was only due to the fact that Alec had never been to a school this small before. There was a desk with a middle-aged woman sitting behind it. There was a little flower on the windowsill, a little calendar with cat pictures next to a list of cryptic notes on the wall next to the desk and a cupboard with locks on every shelf. In front of the desk stood one simple chair which Magnus took because Alec realized too late that it was the only chair. So, he acted like a gentleman and glared down at the top of Magnus' head.

„Oh, hello, Magnus, dear", the woman gave them a brilliant smile with the charm of a good heart. Her brown hair was tied into a loose knot on the back of head and her eyes looked at them over the rims of silver-lined glasses. „I was worried the bus would have forgotten to pick you guys up. Oh, and this has to be your new friend?" She looked up at Alec and he instantly liked her. He also wanted to hug her which slightly confused him, but not necessarily in a bad way. He could feel Magnus glancing at him as well.

„I'm so sorry that we are late and … well, friends would be probably a but much-", Magnus started, but Alec interrupted him with the best son-in-law-smile he could muster.

„Yes, we are totally friends, good friends, you see …" He held up the hand with the handcuffs attached to it which made Magnus raise one hand as well. „… friendship bracelets and all."

The secretary looked shocked for a moment at the handcuffs, but then the warm smile was back on her face. She looked back at Magnus saying: „Oh, he's a charming young man, Magnus, make sure you don't loose him."

„Wouldn't dream of it."

The secretary extended her hand towards Alec and for good measure he grabbed with the one not cuffed to Magnus. „I'm Mrs. Branwell, dear, you have to be Alec?"

Alec almost forgot to take her hand and even when he did, he only registered absent-mindedly what was happening. He had braced himself for correcting her on his name, had been ready to stay as calm as possible because she was a nice woman and he didn't want to hate her or throw words at her that could cut through flesh. Now every bit of that tension fell flat and Alec didn't know what to do with himself.

„You can wait in front of the teacher's room, I'll let Mr. Branwell know that you are here at last."

„Thank you very much", Magnus replied and got up from the chair. „And I apologize again for being late."

„Don't worry about it", Mrs. Branwell assured him. „It's the first day of school, things always go a bit crazy."

Outside Magnus pulled Alec further down the hallway. Another door came in sight with this time thankfully three chairs placed next to it. Magnus took the first one, Alec arranged himself with the second one.

„Mr. Branwell?", Alec asked after a while. „Are they-?"

„Her husband is the dean of the school", Magnus answered while taking off his shoulder bag and putting it on his lap. Alec didn't have a bag yet. Jocelyn had suggested they'd share one for the first day because there wouldn't be much for Alec to take with him anyway. The school would decide what he needed and who had to provide it. Next to the door of what Alec assumed was said teacher's room, there was a display of old group pictures of students. They looked like they had won something, all smiling and nobody hugging each other. The Along the hallway Alec could spot several pictures that he suspected were drawn by students. It was the usual inventory of a school.

Next to him Magnus kept rummaging through his bag, pulling out a bottle of water, taking a sip, closing the cap, putting it back in again. Then he looked through the pens he packed last night, checked for his portemonnaie that held the little money supposed to buy them lunch. Alec narrowed his eyes at him.

„Are you okay?", he asked carefully. „You seem nervous."

Magnus took a deep breath and let it out again, without any kind of calming effect as it seemed. „I just … I don't like to be late to appointments. Usually the bus still makes it in time, but with that old lady on the second stop, it took longer than usual." His longer fingers were nervously drumming against the outside of the bag. His eyes were trained on the floor, then the wall opposite from them, then the ceiling and back on the floor.

After watching him for a while Alec put his free hand on top of Magnus' effectively stopping the drumming. Magnus tried to pull his hand free, but Alec wouldn't let him until he finally felt some of the nervous energy leaving Magnus' body. His skin was warm and Alec could feel the fine bones of his knuckles beneath the skin.

„It's bad to be late", Magnus whispered eventually. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. „Bad things can happen …" And just like that his voice faded into silence. He didn't look at Alec, no matter how much he tried to

„She said it's okay."

Magnus opened his eyes again and looked at Alec biting his lower lip with a force that Alec worry if he should get some napkins. Not knowing what to do because he was bad with the emotions of other people if it wasn't about pissing them off, Alec simply looked back. His hand still covered Magnus', but Magnus didn't try to pull it back despite Alec not holding it in place anymore.

„People always say that", Magnus whispered eventually. His eyes were frozen hard as ice, his emotions like unmoving fish caught by the ice, not expecting it spreading so far. Alec felt a cold silence settling into his bones, wrapping around them like a well-known blanket. His fingers slid between Magnus', intertwining their hands at a point were handcuffs didn't force them to be close.

„I know", he said shrugging his shoulders like he had done so many times in front of who had asked him if he was doing okay and that it was okay to cry and be sad. He said ‚I know' like he had done so many times, but this time felt like the first he also actually meant it. He knew and he wanted Magnus to understand how well he knew that.

It's okay. You are going to be alright. Don't worry about it. I can understand. Are you okay? It's oaky if you don't want to talk about it.

There were things you learned. There were things you noticed. There were things you heard so many times that it made your ears bleed. Orphans were branded with words all over their body from simply hearing them so many times. They were scarred by shattered dreams with traces all over their bones. They got to know fears that nobody else would ever fully understand and suddenly Alec felt bad for never wondering about how Magnus had ended up in the orphanage.

Magnus pulled his hand away from under Alec's, their fingers lost each other and Alec felt lonely. He leaned back in his chair while Magnus sat next to him with a straight back. There were no words left in the hallway. Everything had been said and Alec was upset about the silence that was real this time. Absent-mindedly he looked at the hand that only seconds before had touched Magnus'. There had been touching between them, it was hard not to do so with the handcuffs. And at the same time it hadn't been touching.

„Why did she call me Alec? Official people usually have that obsession with full names." Alec looked up at Magnus, but Magnus stared down the hallway, the bag still on his lap.

„Jocelyn told them that you didn't like being called by your full name", he said. His voice was tired, kind of far away with a heavy weight attached to it. „It's a note in your file."

Alec found he didn't care if Magnus looked at him or not, he could still look at him. He could watch him as long as would take Magnus to look back at him again. „That's nice of her." He would thank her for that later when they got back to the orphanage.

„She's a nice person."

Alec had apologized to her about the suicide-incident later the same day it had happened. He had explained to her that he wasn't suicidal and he hated the pang in his chest when he thought back to her sad expression when he told her that he'd wanted to get away. She had hugged him, telling him how much she hoped he would find something good about being at the orphanage for the time he'd spent there. Of course he had freaked out at that and she had ended up being the one apologizing.

Jace had once asked him as a joke ‚Have you ever met … like, the human version of a headache?' and Alec had grinned at him saying ‚Of course man, I have a mirror in my room.'

Alec had to take a quick quiz about which grade he'd been in at his last schools, what topics he remembered, which basics he knew, languages and so on. In the end Mr. Branwell decided that they could try putting him into the same class as Magnus for a the first week ad then see how that would turn out. That included sharing books and other material.

„But I guess with your handcuff-situation it would have turned out like this anyway", Mr. Branwell joked and Magnus and Alec simply raised their cuffed wrists as silent agreement. They got the new schedule for this school year and were excused for the rest of the day which left Magnus very restless as he stood next to Alec under the short roof in front of the school entrance. The rain had grown stronger again, splashing against the sidewalk already sprinkling the two boys with tiny water drops. Alec was still busy, pursing his lips, tilting his head, muttering complaints about early PE lessons.

„Will sweatpants do for PE?"

„Yeah, it's not like they have a dress code."

Magnus flexed his free hand. The one that had been holding his bag earlier. The one that Alec had covered with his hand earlier. Intertwining their fingers like that had almost felt like holding hands. Rain had something very calming sometimes, but in some rare moments it made Magnus restless. He couldn't quite say if today it was the rain or the fact that he had gotten up expecting to spend the day at school and now was left with an afternoon all to themselves. He had told Tessa during the first break that he and Alec wouldn't stay till the end of school because they had been excused. He had told her that she'd have to pay attention to the time, so they wouldn't miss any classes. Tessa had simply smiled at him, put one hand one his arm and said:

„Don't worry about, I've got that covered." Then he she had ordered her two boys to ask one of the older students to lend them a watch. Magnus just hoped that they would be okay. It was the first time he'd leave them at school on their own.

The bus stop was about a ten minute walk away and with the rain still going heavy like this, they would be soaked after only half of that way. Magnus glanced sideways at Alec who looked down at the schedule with an resigned expression.

„You want to run?"

Alec raised an eyebrow at him and gave back the schedule that Magnus safely tucked between the pages of his writing pad. „With you still attached to my hand and probably yelling at me no matter how far I manage to drag you? Nope, thank you."

Magnus grinned at that. It was an honest grin that Alec's dark, sarcastic look startled out of him, maybe there was even a laugh hidden between the lines. „No, I mean, if you want to run to the bus stop", he explained, the grin still on his face like it was glued to it. „Not if you want to run away again - and you'd be totally right with that assumption, just so you know."

Alec narrowed his eyes at him, their cuffed hands bumping against each other. Magnus became more and more accustomed to that experience. „Are you serious?"

„I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it."

Alec rolled his eyes at him. „God, I hate that answer."

„You asked for it."

They were soaked after the first fifty meters. Water was dripping down their faces when they finally reached the bus stop. Drawing air into their lungs with pure greed they stood next to each other panting for a while. Their gazes flew up and down the street looking for somebody who might have seen them, just checking if there was an kind of reaction. A young man standing behind the window of what looked like an office with a tie and clean white shirt looked at them with that kind of confused shock that Magnus had known the moment he'd figured out his love for neon colors. Magnus waved at the man who just shook his head and went on with whatever he was doing. He felt Alec calming down next to him as well, but the moment their eyes met they exploded into laughter.

„If I am getting sick because of you, I'll sue you."

Magnus grinned with a sense of crazy rushing through his veins. „Oh please, it's a summer rain, don't be so dramatic."

„Ever heard of a summer cold?" Alec tried unsuccessfully to blow a strand of black hair out of his forehead, but it was heavy with water and rain and gravity. In the end he just pushed it back with his free hand, turning his wet hair a new kind of mess.

„That's a myth", Magnus snorted. The laughter between them calmed down again, the crazy buzzing in Magnus' veins dulled down and the sound of the rain became louder and more prominent again. Magnus stared at Alec who tried prevent the water dripping from his hair to run down his face and into his eyes. He looked comically strange doing that and Magnus felt his own heartbeat syncing with the angry summer rain.

And there you go. I hope you liked it. Leave a review, let me know your thoughts. :)

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