"But, when I think about it, that might have been the moment I fell in love with you. Before you even knew my name, you understood me in this strange way no one else in my life ever had." Alec recounts the stories that make up their lives to the man he loves, unsure he can even hear him anymore. But Magnus might still be listening, even to the parts he's not sure he wants to hear.

Ce devait être un cauchemar, ça n'était pas possible autrement. Sauf lui...Il ne pouvait qu'être issu d'un rêve. Et quel rêve...

Magnus and Alec are soulmates- a word that carries with it a meaning they have spent their whole lives learning and still have yet to fully grasp. A hardly chance encounter at a party shifts it all into motion and suddenly the two find themselves facing everything the names across their wrists really mean and the fact that, sometimes, fate can have a cruel sense of humour.

When Alec is nine, he is grey. He is blurred and uncertain, teetering on the edge of two stark contrasts he can't fall into no matter how hard he wishes he could. He is grey, with nothing set in stone or made clear by the beautiful starkness of his colour.