°°°°° Bed Of Roses °°°°°
Magnus stood in his loft with a cocktail in his hands. He stared at it a moment. He thought about Alec, his delicate, pale skin that shinned in the light, his full lips, his strong, firm chest and torso, the way his beautiful light hazel eyes light up in the sun and that smile that was as white as an angels feather. Alec was absolutely gorgeous on the outside but he was most breathtaking on the inside. He had a compassionate heart that loved with tenderness and affection. His soul was bright and pure. Magnus loved eveything about him even when Alec was angry, he was still a handsome man.
He set the drink down and walked towards his room where Alec was currently sleeping. He opened the door with caution as to not wake him and stepped in. The shadowhunter was bare chest laying on his back, head tilted to the side, hand resting comfortably over his heart. The covers rolled up to stop around his waist. Magnus let himself stare for a moment and the corners of his lips tilted up into a small smile. His sheets were silk red and made the perfect shade against Alecs skin. It made him think of roses and how they would look next to him. He formed an idea in his head.
He lifted his hand and made rose petals appear. They fell down, swirling slowly from the air. They found purchase on the floor and bed, touching Alecs skin. They fell on his chest and beside him. He then made a hundred roses appear as they wrapped around Alec, pressing up against his side's and leaving no part of the bed visible. The petals with the roses made a beautiful scene. Magnus stared in awe just how beautiful. He took out his phone and took a picture before stepping out. He stared at it as he set down on the chair and smiled.
Alec woke up an hour later wondering why he woke up in a bed of roses~