A/N: Hey! How is everyone? Did anyone have school? I was supposed to… but the snow saved us :P

018. Unexpected & 096. Passion Isabelle had always thought that the day Alec became immortal, it would be… planned. It would be the result of months, if not years, of talking and thinking and searching for the answer.

Isabelle thought wrong. On that day, they'd hardly talked about it. Just the week before Alec and Jace had gotten into a fight over it, when Jace made a smart remark about how Alec should just leave now since he was obviously going to ditch them soon anyways, since he'd be leaving soon anyways when Magnus made him immortal and he had to hide from the Clave. Alec had denied it quite vehemently, insisting that he had no intention of becoming eternal anytime soon.

As it turns out, Alec hadn't lied that day. At that point in time, he WASN'T thinking of living forever. But one day, that changed.

They were on the couch, Magnus trailing burning kisses over the skin of Alec's neck, the pair of them pressed together as closely as two layers of clothes would allow. "I love you," Magnus whispered in his ear, his voice rough with love and lust.

That's when it popped into his mind: I love Magnus. I don't want to loose him. Maybe it had something to do with the movie that was still playing in the background—Breaking Dawn—or the song that had just started blasting from Magnus's iPod—Forever Now—but it was true. He didn't want to ever leave Magnus.

"Magnus," he murmured, his voice just as husky. "I want you. Forever."

A small frown creased Magnus's perfect features. "Alec… do you mean… what?"

"I want you to make me immortal. I want to be with you as long as I'm alive, be it… 10 years or 10,000 years." Alec pleaded with his eyes, practically willing Magnus to understand, to agree.

And he did. There was no 'Are you sure?', no 'Maybe we should think about this…'. Understanding lit Magnus's eyes and he scooped Alec up in his arms, kissing him with a fiery passion. "Okay. Come on… let me find the spell."

073. Family Alec has to admit, they WERE one odd-looking family. Magnus, tall and clearly part Asian, always covered with all of his glitter and color. Alec, with his plain, dark clothes and piercing blue eyes. Neither of them looked older than 19. The were the twins, with their curly brown hair and aqua-silver eyes, 7 year olds who acted much older.

They hardly ever went out without attracting odd glances or even the occasional rude remark—but that was ok. Harriet and Charlotte's charming little smiles always reassured the doubtful glance-ers and anyone with a rude comment, well… let's just say that Magnus had quite the arsenal of embarrassing spells. Hair-dying, sparkle-conjuring, insect-attracting… he truly did know it all.

Maybe they were a bit different, nowhere near a traditional family, but that was ok too—none of them would have it any other way.

075. Mystery It was a mystery to everyone, Alec and Magnus's relationship—how could two people so different get along so damn well? But if you stopped to think, it made sense: they balanced each other out. Alec was a straightforward person. In his mind everything was black and white, there were clear lines between right and wrong and good and bad- he had a very simple way of seeing the world. He knew what was important to him and where his priorities were. That's why he was so good at making decisions. Magnus, on the other hand, thought too much. He had lived so long and done so much that he knew that there was no such thing as good and evil or right or wrong; it all depended on circumstance. He saw everything in shades of gray; some were just darker or lighter than others. The two of them completed each other, Alec's young naivety diluting Magnus's old wisdom… it was clear to anyone that they were a match that was meant to be. Even if they didn't make much sense to anyone.

079. Marble Magnus's favorite place on earth wasn't in some crazy exotic country, tucked away in some forest somewhere; it was in the U.S. Richmond, Virginia, to be exact.

It was the marble hall. A massive hallway made entirely of pink-ish marble, with a soaring ceiling and pillars bigger around than any tree, and a spiraling staircase—also made of marble- leading to the next level of the building. It made you feel so tiny, something not easy to do to Magnus. It was always cold too, but bright. It was the perfect place for a wedding, and Alec agreed… because who in their right mind would doubt Magnus when it came to things like that?

A/N: So that's it… no sadness for once! :o The marble hall is a real place, by the way—though I did exaggerate a bit. It's in the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond; I absolutely ADORE it… I literally took my laptop and sat in that place writing ALL DAY once :P