Ragnor lied sprawled out upon the couch, hands folded back behind his head, angling his biceps in a most desirable way. His chest rose and fell slowly, his head leaned back. His eyes were softly shut, his white hair falling gently over, and his lips set in a softer sort of frown. It made him look absolutely stunning. At least that's what Magnus had concluded.

Crossing his legs swiftly, he sweeps his gaze across the foyer, hands furling and unfurling quickly. He was nervous, that explained it. He wasn't ogling Ragnor out of lust, but out of nerves. His gaze swept down the hall to where a lump of fur rested neath the sun from a window. The Chairman didn't seem to notice his master's distress, nor did Ragnor.

Again Magnus allowed his eyes to trail over Ragnor's emerald colored skin. "What is it Magnus?" The supposedly sleeping male asked, eyes opening only slightly. Magnus sucked in a sharp breath, gazing anywhere but at him. "I'm nervous." He concluded stoically.

Ragnor looked less interested than Magnus had expected, yet he still pushed himself up onto his elbows, narrowing his chocolate gaze to him. "About seeing Alexander again?"

Magnus nodded slowly, he hadn't seen Alec in a few weeks now, ever since they returned from Alicinate. Alec last said he needed time. The dreaded word that usually resulted in a break-up, even though they had only just come out before the battle. He hadn't returned any calls, hadn't visited, and wouldn't allow others to mention him. The issue was; Magnus didn't know what he did wrong. "Go see him." Ragnor offered softly, eyes shutting again. Magnus made a noise of discomfort but knew that Ragnor had already dozed off again, so he'd have to set off. Or wake him up. Magnus felt the latter held more for him. "Ragnor!"

Ragnor sat up, eyes narrowing furiously. "What?!" He began but paused at the sight of Magnus. He looked distraught, conflicted, worried, and vulnerable. He'd worn his heart hidden away, but Shadowhunters were known for being sly, so it probably wasn't hard for Alec to take Magnus'. Ragnor sighed, defeated, as he shoved an emerald hand through his hair. "Magnus." He began, softer this time. "If you always live off of fear, you'll regret it. You're immortal, but he's not. You don't have forever to figure this out."

Magnus knew that what Ragnor was saying was absolutely painfully true. "Alright, don't eat all my food while I'm gone. And no annoying phone calls to Raphael." Standing from his seat, he crosses the room in only a few long strides. It was mind consuming, the way Alec made him so nervous, like Magnus wasn't good enough for him. Pulling open the door, his feet hesitate before he steps out. Raphael stood at the door, shocked to see Magnus there. "Ragnor!" Magnus scolded, furious that once again Ragnor had invited his future husband to spend time with him. Raphael calmed himself, offering Magnus his usual emotionless smirk. "Warlock. Where are you heading off to?"

Magnus crossed his arms stiffly, trying to look just as at ease as Raphael was playing off right now, but he couldn't. And it only made Raphael's already smug smile turn even MORE smug. He flicked a strand of his ebony locks from his just as black eyes, still awaiting Magnus to say something. "None of your business Raphael. Don't you have a June wedding to be planning?!"

"Jealous that you don't Bane?" Ragnor snickered from inside the house, and Magnus's already permanent scowl deepened. He despised this boy, in a friendly still-care-for-you sort of way. But it seemed Raphael had found his companionship in Magnus's own friend. He wasn't jealous of the fact that they became such great friends so quickly, but he was in fact upset that all Ragnor wanted to do was spend time with Raphael. Magnus shook his head. "I don't have time for this." Moving past Raphael, he dips his head in a kindly manner once, to receive the same from Raphael and a genuine smile, before Magnus clambered down the stairs.

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Brooklyn was far from the institute, well- just a subway ride away, but still Magnus felt it was too lengthy. It was the type of distance you travel and don't turn back from. Had the Institute been closer Magnus might've turned and returned home by now; but it wasn't nearby, and Magnus couldn't just return home. The streets were just as cramped as always, people bustling past others and shoving strangers to get to their destination. People paid no heed to Magnus, he looked average today; decked out in a sharply suited white cuffed shirt with a few buttons from the top unbuttoned, cuffs hanging loose and collar drawn up; with matching dark violet jeans and buckled up combat boots, mainly used for showing off rather than actually fighting. He had, like always, bothered to spike up his hair this morning, but average was still his look compared to his usual attire. It seemed that, he'd suppose, since Alec had stopped speaking to him, he'd lost his own sense of familiarity, because obviously something had to be wrong with himself since Alec wanted nothing to do with him.

Magnus just wanted a reason, he promised himself not to be upset with Alec for choosing to break it off, but he had to know why. It killed him during the nights when he'd try to clear his thoughts, all he could do was run through a list of what was wrong with himself and all the things not wrong with Alec. He always came up empty when trying to find Alec's short-comings. It was like Alec was entirely overflowing with angelic blood, nothing about him was wrong; everything was right. It drove Magnus crazy.

Standing before the Institute doors made Magnus feel inadequate, he hadn't even paused to pick a flower or buy him something to express his deepest apologies. Then again, only Isabelle knew that he was even with Alexander for some time, and Jace hadn't been there when they'd kissed in Accords hall. He couldn't risk embarrassing Alec just because he felt the urge to do for Alec. Raising up a shaking fist, he knocks certainly on the door, eyes regaining their natural indifferent and laid-back spark.

There was a holler before the door swung open, golden eyes narrowed at Magnus as if he'd just opened the door to find him stark naked. "Warlock." Jace greeted tersely, arms crossing.

"Blondie." Magnus retorted, shifting on his feet before narrowing his own eyes.

Jace seemed to have grown bored from the intense staring and refrained back to his usual smug smirk, eyes alight with the promise of trouble. "What brings you here? Come to gawk at me some more?"

Magnus rolled his eyes, pointing an accusatory finger to the blonde haired man. "You are the one that couldn't take his eyes off of me at my party, so if anybody is to be gawking, it's you."

Now Jace in turn rolled his eyes, leaning against the door-frame he chuckles. "Why are you here? Other than to waste my time."

"Because you're so busy doing nothing?"

"I'm working."

"On?"

"Shadowhunter stuff, you wouldn't get it."

Magnus glared, thoroughly annoyed. He was always hearing 'only Shadowhunters would understand' or 'you wouldn't get it, you're not a Shadowhunter.' It was an annoying excuse to say nothing and end a conversation with a Downworlder. "I have to speak to Maryse. Business matters. Nothing your undeveloped child mind would comprehend."

Jace scoffed, but knew better than to keep Magnus stuck at the entrance. Maryse could be very punishing when kept from business. Stepping aside, Jace jerks a thumb to the elevator. "Have fun." Then, he brushed past Magnus out of the Institute.

Magnus quickly slipped inside before the door shut, admiring the church interior briefly before closing himself into the elevator and pressing the upper floor button. The elevator groaned before jerking up, rattling slightly as it hauled itself up the landing. Someone ought to check that. Magnus thought silently, eyes closing momentarily. He still hadn't thought about what he would even say when he found Alec, how could he explain himself? The doors flung open to the elevator and Magnus happily stepped out, quickening his pace down the hall. He didn't even work out how to find Alec, but as if on blind luck, he found him.

The door to a room, later identified as the training room, was cracked open slightly, and within that room was Alec, bare chested and training hard. Magnus felt his breath catch at the sight. At the moment, Alec was busy doing pull-ups, his muscles bunching up each time he pulled himself up to the bar. Magnus allowed his eyes to trail down Alec's bare back, following the curves and lines and imagining how it would feel to trace his fingers over his shoulder blades and straight down his spine. His body glistened from sweat and he didn't even seem to notice as Magnus crossed the room towards him. Magnus had been certain to securely close the door before though.

Magnus forced back his desires and instead cleared his head. He was here to beg forgiveness, not drool over Alec's most likely daily routine. "Alexander."

Magnus hadn't known what he was expecting as a reaction, maybe for him to fall, gasp, stutter, yell, frown, anything but smile. But that's what he did. Dropping down from his perch, Alec turns to greet Magnus with a smile; one used by two people who saw each other just yesterday, or had been keeping up regularly, not the type for two people who had been avoiding each other. Magnus felt a burning desire to scream at him for this, but that would be uncharacteristic and most likely weird. "Magnus! Wait... MAGNUS?!"

Finally Magnus got the reaction he'd expected, Alec looked horrified, paranoid, scared and terrified. A hurt look flashed across Magnus' face before he stepped back. "I-I came to see you. And demand an answer, you can't keep dodging me. You ignore my phone calls and refuse to allow Isabelle to speak to me. Why." Alec stared at Magnus with a deep admixture of unknowing and uncertainty. He swallowed heavily, pushing his fingers through his hair as he thought. "Okay." He began with a breath. "I'll tell you."

Magnus watched him closely as Alec struggled for words, eyes glancing anywhere but at Magnus. "It's just, you frightened me."

"I frightened you? How?"

"You just, not intentionally, but when I'm with you I..."

"You?!"

"Look this is a lot of weight on my shoulders!"

"Well I'm sorry for being such a burden." Magnus had convinced himself he'd heard enough, turning around to leave. Alec was avoiding him because he didn't know how to break up with him. Magnus wasn't certain he even wanted to hear Alec break it off anymore. "No, Magnus!"

Alec reached out and gripped Magnus's arm, eyes pleading with him to stay. Magnus couldn't ever find it in himself to deny Alec anything he wanted, but all of him wished to. It was painful to believe that he'd made Alec unhappy in this relationship, and it was the last thing he'd ever wanted or intended on doing. Alec released Magnus, stepping back slightly as if Magnus had engulfed him in a too close proximity. "Magnus I love you." Alec blurted, being as straightforward as he only knew to be.

"Yes I love you too Alec, but we must discuss this-"

Magnus froze, Alec had just said he loved him, and Magnus repeated it like they'd ever said those words before, well Magnus had but Alec hadn't exactly been quick to repeat them, not this surely either. It was like Magnus had said it straight to him and not the clothing Alec left behind on occasions., because again Alec never repeated the words so Magnus feared ever speaking them out loud again to the boys face. Magnus used to fantasize about the first time they'd recite the words to each other, something big and extravagant like himself, but this somehow felt more meaningful and full of love than anything Magnus had ever conjured up.

Alec's face heated up to a dark red, lowering his face to avoid staring directly into Magnus' curious gaze. "W-Wait... What?" Magnus risked taking a hesitant step closer to Alec, his eyes glowing with wonderment. "I-I... I said that I... That I um..." His face turned a deeper crimson as he buried it within his hands. "I said I love you Magnus. Can we drop it now?" He peeked up slightly to the unmoving Magnus, unsure of if what he just said had upset Magnus or not. "S-Since... Since when?"

Magnus managed to push the words out of his mouth, feeling foreign to even his own self. Alec groaned and turned away. "This is why I wasn't going to see you, I'm just not ready yet! It's just, when I'm around you... I'm happy. Like undeniably very happy. It makes me worry over what you've made me. I have no defenses when with you, like seeing you just obliterates all my walls. And when Clary drew that rune on herself to make us all see what we loved most... I saw you. I want to be with you, but I can't come to terms with that, and it's killed me that I'm not good enough for you. I can't give you anything certain, aside from the fact that I love you. I... I don't know where to go from here."

"I do."

Magnus stepped forward and pressed a meaningful, passionate, loving kiss to Alec's lips. It was everything for Magnus to feel Alec kiss back, his arms slipping lightly around Magnus' neck. Magnus slid his hands gently down Alec's bare arms, the touch like electric tendrils shooting through Alec's body, rejuvenating him to life as he eagerly buried his fists into Magnus's shirt, rucking it up to get at his own caramelized skin. Magnus groaned low in his throat, his skin tingling wherever Alec happened to brush his curious fingers across. Magnus bit down on Alec's bottom lip, earning a shocked gasp which gave him the advantage to twirl his tongue to explore the inside of Alec's mouth in the way that Magnus knew would make his knees give out. Alec whimpered in the back of his throat, his body shuddering against Magnus'. The kiss was over too soon though, at least Alec believed so. "I love you Alec." Magnus murmured against Alec's lips, tracing an invisible trail along Alec's chest.

Alec sighed blissfully, eyes closing as he leaned his head into the crook of Magnus's neck. Placing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin he smiles. "I love you too Magnus."