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Chapter 10

Drawing Again

The door creaked open as Alec tiptoed into his apartment. It was six in the morning and today was their day off so he didn't want to wake his sister. He crept to his room when suddenly; the door to Isabelle's room opened and she leaned against the door frame in her hot pink night robe. He cracked a smile and she raised an eyebrow.

"You could have told me you were staying over." She said.

"I know; I'm sorry." Alec said scratching the back of his head.

"What happened? I thought you were just going to have dinner?"

"We were, but Woolsey was there so I had to make for three." She nodded her head in understanding.

"So what was for dessert?" Alec was going to reply but when he noticed the silly grin on her sister's face he clamped his mouth shut.

"Nice try" He said and went into his room slamming the door shut. He threw himself onto his bed and heaved a sigh. Last night was a night he would never forget and the more he thought about it, the more he blushed. Alec took a pillow and brought it over his face still embarrassed. Already, he missed Magnus and his mystical touches. He wanted to feel Magnus's hand on his, warming his skin; his lips that spoke of demands, on his lips and his sharp gold-green eyes locked on his blue eyes. The image of Magnus burned in his mind so much that he couldn't keep it there. Alec padded to his desk and took out a sketch book that he hadn't used in a while. He flipped through the pages and he saw the faces of his previous ex's and at the very last was Jace. He stared into the portrait of Jace and studied his eyes, his angular high cheek bone. That boy was beautiful but he was deeply lost in his own problems and the only one who could save him was Clary. He shook his head and flipped to a new page and he took out a pencil and sat back on his bed Alec drew in a breath and began drawing. He drew a boy that could change his appearance depending on the surroundings. He drew Magnus. There was one where the boy was standing before a large tree all wrapped up and the season's trend of fall. The eyes were the hardest to complete but Alec managed to capture the feeling that the man was staring at the leaves longingly, as if jealous that they can change and die while he stayed the same. Alec didn't know why he portrayed the man as immortal, but it came to his mind. Next he drew Magnus wearing extremely vibrant blue pants and a sea green dazzling shirt that was open at the chest and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. His face was lined and plastered with glitter so much glitter that Alec himself was taken aback even though he created the man to be like that. In the scene, Magnus' eyes were carefree as if he didn't care what happened in the world. But there was a little mischief to show that he would go home with anyone who asked. Alec began drawing the next scene, outlining it in light pencil when suddenly a knock came at his door.

"Alec, Magnus is here. He also asked if your phone was dead." Alec jerked his head up and leaned over to his nightstand. Sure enough there were three missed calls and four text messages.

"Just a sec," He called and looked around his room. First, he hid his journal under the pillow before scanning his room. It wasn't too messy but there were still some clothes lying on the floor, and his fingers were stained with charcoal from drawing. He rubbed them on his jeans and picked up his jacket and threw it his closet and picked up all the scratch paper that he threw on the floor and tossed them into the trash can that was beside the door. Just then the door opened and Magnus stood before him. He jumped back in surprise and Magnus stifled a chuckle. His hair, as always was neatly set into little spikes and his eyes were lined with heavy mascara and outlined with glitter. He was wearing dress pants, a white shirt and a purple vest over it. His jacket was folded on his arm and Alec wondered if he went out.

"What's wrong with you?"

"N-nothing, I was… I was just working… I'm sorry about my phone, I guess I was so caught up, I didn't hear it." He involuntary looked at his wrist but realized he had taken it off. "What time is it?"

"Quarter past five, why?" Alec shook his head, indicating that his answer didn't matter. He glanced behind Magnus and saw that the living room was empty. He frowned. "Where's Izzy?"

"Oh," he said as if he'd forgotten. "She wanted me to tell you that she was going out with friends." Alec wondered if that was planned or if it was spur of the moment.

"Are you alright Alexander?" The boy looked at Magnus with confusion.

"Y-yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because you look like you haven't been on this earth for a few days."

"Oh, sorry. As I said, I was working."

"But on what?" They way Magnus asked hinted more amusement and wonder than an actual question. "Let's see," Magnus slid into the little room and began looking around. "Well, you just threw a way a handful of paper; there's eraser dust on the ground but not just at the desk but beside your bed so I can say for a fact you were jumping around." He looked at Alec with twinkling green-gold eyes.

"Where are you going with this Sherlock?"

"Well, You're jeans are stained with charcoal which means you whipped your hands on them," Alec curled his hands into a fist trying to hid them. "And…." He swept towards the bed and under the pillow was his sketch pad. "I can conclude that you have been drawing!" He said holding out the book. A look of horror crossed Alec's face.

"You can't look in there!" He said going over to Magnus trying to get the book back, but Magnus was quick like a cat and dodged Alec's approach. "Magnus, please…" the boy pleaded.

"I want to see what you drew; if you're so embarrassed, you can leave." Alec desperately wanted to leave but deep inside, he wanted to show Magnus his work. He wanted to hear Magnus's thoughts and opinions. Reluctantly, he slumped down on his bed in defeat and Magnus sat down beside him. He was about to open it when Alec's hand came over his.

"Wait- t-there's a few pictures of other guys in there…just…so you know. And there's also some random pictures, like landscape, seascape and distorted portraits. It's weird so don't…if you don't like it you can put it down." Magnus gave him a sigh of derision and opened the book. They were just simple pictures, pictures that wouldn't mean anything but Magnus could see it, the hidden meaning behind them. Some were sad such as the sketch of a table with two wine glasses. One was full and the other was half empty. Magnus felt his heart spin with loneliness. He knew that there were two people sitting there just moments before a waiter would come to clear the table. He knew instantly that something went wrong and the couples had a fight one leaving the other left behind. Magnus flipped through the pages gently for he felt that he might disturb the scene on each page. On one page, he saw a little boy with soft hair, lush like Alec's, and he was in a field with high wheat grass and at the very top was a grand tree that grew right over a Cliffside. He couldn't see his face but he knew he was happy because his arms were outstretched as if he was welcoming the world.

"Who is this?" Magnus whispered.

"Oh, that's Max. He often has nightmares about monsters and such and I'd sit with him until he fell back to sleep. But that didn't always work and I wanted to help him so I drew a perfect place for Max where he wouldn't have to be scared. Anyway, this is the first sketch I ever tired. The painting is a little different and it's hanging in his room." Alec took in a breath and sighed looking towards the ceiling. "When he has his nightmares I tell him, you look at that painting long and good, then you close your eyes, spread your arms and you'll be there." There was such a long silence that Alec looked back at his partner. A look of awe, inspiration and love ignited in Magnus' eyes that for a moment, Alec thought he was going to cry. Alec was about to ask if he was okay when suddenly, Magnus caught his wrist and pulled him forward into a deep kiss. Alec sat there, wide eyed, momentarily off guard but eventually he fell into the kiss and closed his eyes. It was Magnus who drew away first.

"…For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch," Magnus whispered.

"You're quoting now? And from Romeo and Juliet?" Alec asked raising both eyebrows.

"I had to; there were no words to describe my feelings for you." At this Alec turned away blushing. "You do so much for others receive little in return. You don't give yourself enough credit for the work that you do." Alec shrugged.

"I don't need anything, besides they're my family and I have to look out for them."

"Gracious boy; and you continue to strike me with your innocent words." Magnus' speech was startling to Alec but it seemed to roll off his tongue like poetry and he liked it. They kissed again but more passionately and Magnus pushed Alec down onto the bed.

"Wait," Alec started but Magnus stopped him by placing his lips over his mouth. "Magnus," Alec laughed turning his head away. "Didn't we just do this?"

"I know, but I can't keep my hands off you." Magnus twined his fingers with Alec's and began kissing him again.

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