A/N: I lied. I can't disappoint you guys so I decided to hack away at this chapter. I think this one is my favorite chapter so far, though the Magnus/Isabelle chapter will be hard to beat. I'm so glad many of you like it, really I am. And to all my reviewers and followers who have stuck with me since chapter one, heres some glitter and mangoes for you! *Hands through screen* Anyways, enjoy!
Magnus walked through the front door of his loft and slammed the door in irritation. Sometimes he wished he could blow all the idiot downworlders to kingdom come. Of course, he wasn't an idiot, so he would live and dance around in glittery clothes and spiked up hair while throwing money all around him like a shower of wealth. He hated his job now that he was dating Alec, and on most days could merely stand what the Fey came to him with or what the Werewolves needed. But now with Alec like this, all sick and unresponsive, he dreaded leaving him for stupid Vampires and lesser Warlocks. What if something happened to Alec while he was gone? What if he woke up and was confused and then wandered the streets of New York looking for Magnus? What if he died?
No. The Warlock thought to himself. No. He will live. He'll live and wake up. Everyday was the same routine. Go to work, come home, sit and talk by Alec's side until morning. Magnus barely ate or slept, making sure Alec's needs were taken care of first which was stupid, considering he couldn't even talk to him about what he needed or wanted. As he passed the bar, he saw the cursed bar of Holi y Meddwl. It was that bottles fault that all of this was happening. Magnus picked it up, the chilled temperature turned his whole arm cold. He hurled it off the side of his balcony and onto the streets of New York below. Hearing it smash was a sound of satisfaction and revenge for Magnus Bane. He smile was one of relief. Now no one would have to go through what he was going through. Who gave a damn if the Silent Brothers wanted it back? It was gone now, their efforts were futile.
He trudged down the hallway, his glittery blue fingernails trailing the plain wallpaper. His home seemed to reflect his moods, and right now he felt angry and confused and sad, so most of his furniture and decorations were black and white and dark grey. The blue stuck out like a sore thumb, and Magnus felt a pang of sadness go through him like a knife. They were the color of Alexander's eyes. The eyes that were now whiter than ever.
"Church still hates me... Mom's really worried about you, Alec. She asks why you haven't answered her phone calls or text messages. Izzy and I know better than to tell her the truth, but I don't know how long we can keep feeding her lies." Magnus heard a man's voice coming from the master bedroom. He walked even faster to get to his room. There sat Jace, in the chair that Magnus had sat in almost every hour of every day. usually the Warlock stroked Alec's pale forearm, so pale that the veins were like blue cuts that bulged out.
"What do you think you are doing, Wayland?" Magnus said. It didn't matter that Jace considered himself a Lightwood, in the Warlocks eyes he would always be a Wayland.
"Talking to my Parabatai, Bane. Something you seem to be neglecting." Said Jace, failing to look at Magnus.
Magnus's cat eyes narrowed. "I'm supporting myself and him. If I don't go to work, all of this," He waved his arms around the room. "Will be gone and Alec and I will be on the streets. Do you think I want to go to- What are you doing?"
Jace had brought out his stele and started to draw on Alec's forearm. Aside from the permanent runes, he had none. "Drawing an iratze. You?"
Something snapped inside Magnus like a cord that was being cut. No one talked to him like that in his own home. He may not be as strong as a Shadowhunter, but he wasn't weak. In one swift move, he had Jace pinned on the wall with Magnus's tan arm across his throat. "Beating your ass in my own home, Golden Boy. Why the hell were you drawing on Alec's arm? It will do nothing trust me, I know. Not even my magic could bring back Alec now."
Jace pushed Magnus off of him so hard that the Warlock skidded across the wood floor. He rubbed his reddening neck. "So I suppose the Silent Brothers offered no cure?" He said venomously. Magnus walked back and took a seat in the black chair. The iratze was fading having not yet been completed.
"Oh no, they offered to cure Alexander. I merely refused." Magnus said, stroking the limp and lifeless hair from his fiancee's pale forehead.
"Refused?!" Jace sputtered. "Isabelle and I sent them to you so they could help him, free of charge might I add, and you say no?! What kind of person does this?!"
"It was pointless!" Magnus shouted, clearly annoyed with the Nephilim boy. "They would have killed Alexander in the long run. They wanted to go inside his brain and remove chemicals! The procedure itself was unlikely to be successful." Jace was still rambling on, not hearing Magnus or merely shutting him out. "I WILL NOT STAND BY WHILE THEY KILL MY ALEXANDER!" Magnus raised his voice to full volume, the last of his sentence echoing. Jace shut up, staring with gold eyes at the Warlock, who was trying to control his anger by taking deep breaths in and out.
The two men sat in silence for a moment, each disgusted with the other. Magnus couldn't believe Jace. Of all the idiotic people that had to come, it had to be him. When Alec got to chose his best man, it would without a doubt, be Jace, the one person Magnus couldn't stand to be at their wedding. But he would stand it, for his Alexander, because he loved him so. Magnus just stared at his comatose of a boyfriend, whose eyes, though they were closed, were whizzing violently, just as they had when Brother Enoch was around. "Shh, shh, it's ok baby. It's fine." Magnus whispered lovingly right by Alec's ear. He was close to tears now, but he wouldn't give Jace the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
"Clary had her baby three days ago, on the night you two got engaged." Jace said quietly, breaking the tension filled air between the two men. "A boy. We named him Henry after some ancestor on the Fairchild's side of the family." Magnus was about to say congratulations when Jace continued talking. "You should see him, Alec." He wasn't talking to the Warlock. He was talking to his parabatai. "So happy and he never cries. He's got Clary's hair and eyes but I'll make sure he's got my personality. You're an uncle and you won't get to see Henry because you're-" He broke off suddenly, a lump caught in his throat. "dead."
"No, not dead." Magnus said. He himself refused to believe it. Alexander would wake up, and when he did, they would all have a celebration without liquor. At that moment, Chairman Meow decided to make an entrance and jump on Magnus's lap. The Warlock stroked the small cat, thinking of the times where he was content with just him and Chairman. It was much easier and less stressful, but he wouldn't change his relationship with his blue-eyed shadowhunter for anything in the world. "Jace, don't you think that if Alec died, you'd feel it? I've known a set of parabatai with the strongest bond imaginable. I was there by one boy's side as he died and the other was far away, rescuing a damsel in distress. When he came back he wasn't the same and his rune was gone. Your rune isn't gone, it's silver, and that means there is still hope." Magnus said, saying it not only to reassure Jace but himself. "You have to keep hope and faith in your heart, or you'll be swallowed whole by grief and madness."
"It isn't fair. Alec shouldn't be like this. He didn't do anything wrong." The Nephilim pouted.
"Life isn't fair." Spat out Magnus so suddenly that Chairman Meow jumped off his lap and bolted out the door. He kept stroking various parts of Alec's face, hair, and arms. They were all the same icy temperature. "If life was fair, I wouldn't be immortal. I wouldn't have to watch my Alexander grow old before my eyes and wither away like an autumn leaf in the wind. It doesn't matter whether or not he did something wrong. It's the cards fate deals us that makes us who we are and what happens, and we can't change it."
"So you're saying that he'll come back?"
"I'm not. I can't promise everything in the world, Jace. I can't magically make him better, you and I both know that. If Alec wants to come back he will, and I hope he does because I miss him. I know that you and Isabelle and Robert and Maryse and almost everybody misses him. I also know that his life is full of love, but I don't understand why he'd want to leave this perfect life that he has."
Jace made a noise in the back of his throat. "I'm sorry, Magnus." Magnus never thought that he'd hear those words come out of Golden Boy's mouth ever, except to maybe Clary and possibly Alec.
"About what?"
"About Alec's birthday. I know how important that proposal was to you, and I ruined it. I always ruin things. I'm sorry for not wrapping the presents neat like you asked me too. Maybe... Maybe Raziel isn't punishing Alec. Maybe he's punishing me for being a horrible person."
"I do not throw pity parties, Jace Wayland. Saying it's your fault that Alec is like this is saying it is my fault that the twin towers fell on 9/11. Which by the way, I had nothing to do with. I was enjoying a nice cup of coffee in Italy when it happened."
"Figures,"
The grandfather clock in the main room chimed 7, and Magnus looked out the window. Silver stars did not appear in New York, but a yellow moon cast its eerily shadowed light into the room. It made the Warlock feel as if he was back in London, with the gas lamps and horse-drawn carriages. He got up and went into the bathroom, washing off all the dirt and grime off his face. Without his makeup, he looked plain and not himself. But even with the glitter and lipstick he wasn't himself without his Alexander.
He walked back out of the bathroom and stopped in the doorway. "I don't know why you agreed to marry that prick, Alec. Honestly, I can't stand him!" Jace said in a harsh whisper. Magnus went back and quietly grabbed a duck with a pinprick hole in its beak. Magically he filled it up with pink glitter and calmly went back to the bedroom.
And then he sprayed. A puff of pink glitter covered Jace from head to toe, and he yelled in surprise and ran out the bedroom door. Magnus chased him and when he was in radius, sprayed again and again. "NO ONE CALLS ME A PRICK, JACE WAYLAND YOU ASSHOLE!" Magnus yelled in delight, happy to relieve some stress in making the Nephilim look like a glittery monster. When he was out the door the Warlock closed it and laughed for the first time in what felt like years.
After he laughed for a couple of minutes he went back to the bedroom, still wiping tears from his eyes and holding the side of his stomach. He saw that Alec had pink glitter covering the left side of his face, and that included his hair. The Warlock grabbed a washcloth and got it wet with warm water and then sat in the sleek modern black chair that was his bed now, because he tossed and turned and he didn't want Alec to fall off the bed. He cleaned the glitter off in gentle strokes.
"I know how you hate glitter," Said Magnus, barely containing a smile thinking of what had happened just recently. "Oh come on Alexander, smile a little, that was funny ." It was very wrong to be making jokes at a time like this, but Magnus couldn't help it. When he was done, he grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around himself for warmth. He was missing something. He looked around and saw the blue scarf that Alec wore around his neck on cold days.
Magnus wrapped the scarf around his neck. It smelt like Alexander. Now he was content to watch Alec battle for his life all night long.
A/N:
Jace, stop being an asshole to Magnus. Magnus, don't take things to seriously, you're turning into Alexander.
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