[Magnus POV]

Magnus' Apartment has an astonishing view over the city, even more, when the sun is setting and turning the sky in all shades of gold, orange and ruby. Magnus just finished his tasks, which also included dealing with a very annoying client. He managed to solve their problem. It was weird and they were excruciatingly persistent. But the talented warlock he is, he eventually found a resolution and even got payed a bonus which left him with a very content feeling.

Planning to savour his elated state, he opens the doors to his balcony, inviting the soft rays of sunlight into his home. With a flick and a twist of the fingers on his right hand, a song starts playing. Changing into his loose and baggy training pants and taking off his shirt, he starts moving to the beat. Closing his eyes, feeling the warmth of the evening on his skin and the beat of the melody in his heart. He had always loved this song. He wondered why he hadn't met Brendon Urie already. A shame.

Stretching his arms from one side to the other and moving into several positions to prepare his muscles, he thinks about Alec. Him coming home in about half an hour. He thinks about the click of the keys in the door and how Alec always ducks his head slightly to avoid bumping into the frame – which amuses Magnus because even though Alec has really long legs he couldn´t reach 6'8" – he chuckles while he lowers himself down to the floor, legs straight in front of him and leans forward, holding his position. He feels a few bones cracking in his back.

Magnus writes a mental note, to start training at least two or three days a week again, which appeared on his pinboard next to the bathroom door. Magic's surprisingly helpful against procrastination.

10 minutes later he decides that his muscles were warm enough, and with another flick the beat changes again. Dancing's Not A Crime. Maybe not a choice Alec would've gone with – rather obviously not – but he isn´t here and this is Magnus' free time and he's not one to simply give up on things he enjoys. Not for a Shadowhunter – even though he really, really, really likes this one particular, tall, dark, moody and handsome Shadowhunter. One day he'll manage to convince Alec that Brendon is an incredible vocalist and artist.

'You're a sweet talker' He starts moving his body to the beat. His mind starts thinking of Alec's lips and how they part when he smiles, genuinely smiles. How they resemble a thin line whenever Alec´s confronted with a problem he needs to solve.

'But darlin' whatcha gonna say now?' He slides to the right side, dodging an invisible weapon. His mind´s not dodging anything.

'I'm still uninvited, I'm still gonna light it, I'm going insane and I don't care' A combination of steps to the right, his arms gracefully moving along. He shakes his head, trying to get Alec out of his head and to focus on his training.

'Dancin', dancin' dancing is not a crime, 'less you do it without me, 'less you do it without me' He wishes Alec was here already. Panting he stops his movements, looking at his palms where a light blue flame sparks up for a moment. His mind wanders back to their first training together after he had lost his magic. It was one of the only happy memories he had from this time. Happy is one emotion to describe the feelings. He can neither stop nor ignore the warm tingling in his stomach as he remembers the day.

"I told you not to flirt with me." After that, Alec had pushed him into the wall and kissed him. Kissed him like they weren´t standing in the middle of the Institutes training room, where someone could walk in on them literally anytime. Magnus´ concerns hadn´t been for long and he clasped Alec´s neck with both hands as their kisses grew more urgent and the Shadowhunter's body pushed closer. Magnus´ forgot where they were and started to lift Alec´s shirt when he suddenly pulled away. They both breathed heavily, and Alec hold up one finger to signal him to be silent – he looked around.

"Bedroom."
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A dull bang, coming from outside his apartment's door, tears him out of his thoughts. Before he can go to find out what was causing the noise, Chairman Meow walks in through his little cat flap. He meows loudly.

"What have you done out there, buddy? I heard that, you know. And I know it was you – don´t act so innocent." Chairman sits down in front of him and looks him in the eyes and meows again.

"A moth, really? You tried to catch a moth? With a bowl?" The cat lifts his paw, as if to act out how he did it.

"Well, it certainly wasn´t my bowl you threw from the cupboard. You should be more careful. Did you get it at least?" The cat purrs and rubs his head against his legs, waiting for Magnus to pet him. Leaning down, Magnus sighs.

"You know we talked about sleeping in bowls. You somehow always manage to tumble out of them. Especially if you try to catch a moth while you´re in one. You clumsy furball."

Chairman emits an offended mewl and stalks away. Magnus watches him jumping onto the cushioned windowsill where he starts cleaning himself. He chuckles to himself.

Magnus´ gaze wanders to his mirror. His face is still flushed from his mental excurse. The tingling had moved lower. He decides that a splash of cool water will help so he can continue his training. It does.

Coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he realizes that the music has changed to a much slower rhythm. Dying in LA. He doesn´t mind. This allows him to practice more precise movements and turns. He focuses on each muscle as he performs a not nearly perfect pirouette. He may not need this in combat, but he still enjoys doing them. It gives him some sort of – control over everything that´s going on in his mind. When his body is spiralling, his mind stands still. It´s like the eye of a hurricane. Calm and silent.

He´s so caught up in his exercise, this time he doesn't think about the thud outside his apartment, which is followed by muffled cursing.