Despite living completely separate lives-on continents that were so far apart-it was completely un-coincidental if they crossed paths. Ragnor's life was built in countryside, surrounded by the sky and wide open spaces, while Raphael's was in a dingy basement of a dilapidated hotel in the city. Ragnor knew he'd always take the former, as oppose to the latter. He had no problem with the city, he was there most times with Magnus. Though living in the dark was never an option he would give himself.
Raphael had grown on his living arrangements, there was nothing else he could do. He either walked by moonlight or live in the dark. He had no option for sunlight, that was taken when he fell into the hands of the devil himself and became this. A creature of the night.
The one thing both men had in common, was they had both fell down, by falling to the hands of a Morgenstern.
Both fell for their friends.
Both sacrificed for loved ones.
Both for Magnus Bane and the Shadowhunters.
…And they'd never have it any other way.
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