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When Isabelle showed them all the party invitation from Magnus Bane, high warlock of Brooklyn, Alec was dismayed. Of course he would have to go, but he would do what he always did at parties: stand awkwardly against the wall and pretend to be having a good time. But he went along with it anyway, for the sake of Isabelle, and besides, he hoped it would make Jace happy. Isabelle tried to coax him into wearing something a little more fashionable, but Alec just stuck with a black sweater and dark grey jeans. He didn't want to stand out. He didn't want the attention, not from anybody but Jace; and as that was clearly not going to happen...well. He was silent as they walked through the streets, and was startled when they stopped at an drab brick building. He'd expected something a little more extravagant. Izzy pressed the buzzer, and the door opened. Alec's heart gave a little stutter. The warlock was the most beautiful man Alec had ever seen, more gorgeous than Jace, even...he was tall, tanned, and slender, obviously Asian, and had smoky, glittery eye makeup. His black hair was combed and gelled into spikes, and he leaned against the doorway lazily. Izzy was talking to him, but his hazel cat eyes were fixed on Alec. Alec blushed and looked down. When he looked up again, Bane had a slight smirk and was looking at a white card. "Must've been drunk," he said offhandedly. "Well, come in. Try not to kill any of my guests." They walked in a line up the stairs, Alec behind Jace, ultra-aware of the warlock at his back. Once they got inside, Isabelle, Simon, Jace, and Clary disappeared into the crowd. Alec stopped. "What's the matter, angel boy?" Alec whipped around and banged right into a black leather clad chest. Magnus was grinning down at him, and winked a glitter encrusted eye. His breath smelled like cinnamon, and Alec suddenly couldn't think straight. "I-I..." He stuttered. Get a grip, Alec! He forced himself to calm down. "Hi. I'm Alexander Lightwood." He stuck out his hand, suddenly self conscious about his clothing choice. Magnus wa wearing a flamboyant array of metal buckles all over black clothes. "Magnus Bane. More commonly known as High Warlock Bane, but it'll be Magnus to you." He reached out a slim hand and shook Alec's. When Magnus touched him, a electric thrill spread from Alec's fingers through his whole body. When Magnus released his hand, there was a bright blue folded piece of paper in Alec's palm. Alec looked up, but Magnus was gone, vanished into thin air, leaving only the faint smell of cinnamon behind.
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Magnus fretted. He could not believe he had just met that boy, flirted with him, and gave him his number. This was most unlike him. But when he had seen Alec, he couldn't wait, like he had to get his other lovers attention, and ultimately their desire. No. He had seen this boy and longed to be holding him, staring into those gorgeous azure eyes, kissing him, loving him. Magnus sighed. The party had been fine, until those shadowhunters showed up, especially Alec, with his beautiful baby blue eyes. Those were what had unhinged him, made his breathing hitched, and burned his skin. Now he sat, in his new blue color-scheme walls, trying to tell himself that the new color was NOT because of Alec.