Don't kill me, but this takes place after all the TMI charachters are dead, except for Magnus. Please Review!
The child turned her shockingly blue eyes on him. Eyes that were pools of midnight water, laced with moonbeams and violets.
"Mom says Theresa Herondale is getting married soon. "
The child's hands played with the blocks scattered across the floor. "Did you ever get married, Magnus?"
Magnus bent to pick up the child, ruffling her dark, curling hair.
"No, Victoria, I was never married."
The words still hurt to say but they were true.
"Not untill we can both be married in gold."
The memory surfaced in front of him, suspended in time.
Alec asking him, his huge blue eyes wide. Magnus taking his hands, and kissing his palms, asking him to wait.
"Married as equals."
Alec promising to wait. Waiting and waiting.
"Oh."
Victoria Lightwood stared up at him, looking disapointed.
Magnus sighed.
"I did love someone, Vicky. A shadowhunter like you. Like your mother and father and your grandparents and your great grandparents."
Victoria stared up at him, interest burning in her eyes.
Magnus gave up the struggle.
"His name was Alec."
She frowned. Magnus could almost sense the thoughts wizzing through her head.
"Like the picture of great grand uncle Alexander Lightwood in the entrance of the Institute?"
Magnus flinched. Even a hundred years couldn't numb the kick of pain he felt every time he realised that Alec was gone. Alec, Clary, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, even Raphael, his little boy, his son.
"Yes, Vicky. Someone like that."
Magnus smoothed the child's hair, feeling her head nestle against his shoulder.
"Alec, he wasn't my first love and he wasn't my last. But he was the love that truly mattered, the one who saved me, the one who taught me what love was all about."
