So, I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, my muse was… nonexistent. I pretty much spent my nights for about a week watching Netflix and listening to music. This is a random chapter from Magnus' point of view. I am, personally, terrible at first person but I thought it could be interesting. If (When) I make any mistakes, please tell me. Thnx :)
Also, I guess this is set like, idk… CoG? After the accords hall kiss, I guess? Alec is out though, so I guess that's correct. Anyhow.
Magnus POV (for real this time lol)
Lilith. Even when he's an ancient warlock, he still had the most innocent blush. Damn, dying inside.
I stared at the well-dressed -wth- dark haired, blue eyed, freakin angel winged man sitting on my couch in slight awe, my cat eyes wide. Suddenly said adorable warlock turned his head and stared at me, confused, snapping me out of my fantasy.
"How the hell is this even possible?" the blue eyed warlock asked, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Darling, don't overthink it. It is how it is." I sighed, starting myself to think about our predicament. "So. Valentine's a greater demon?"
"Yep. How the fuck does that even- You know what? I don't give a fuck." He sighed deeply, making me wish I could help in some way. "Either way, he's an ass that needs to be stopped." I stared slightly wide eyed at the things coming out of his pretty mouth. My Alec never swore –out loud, at least-. Though, I guess a few centuries' wears down that filter. Alec shut his eyes and fell back onto the couch, rather ungracefully, might I add. He groans, as if only just understanding that magnitude of the situation.
"So, everyone here is different than my… dimension? Nobody's that same?" he asked, his eyes still shut and his face drawn tight.
"Well, that depends. Who are they to you?" I asked him patiently, awaiting his response.
He opened his eyes halfway through rolling them, as if realizing how daft his question was in the beginning. "Well, the Seelie queen –the one that was kidnapped-"he added, as if I would forget. "Her real name's Jocelyn." My eyes flew open as wide as they could go, so much that it was almost painful.
"Clary's a pixie!" I exclaimed, beyond surprised. He nodded simply. I slouched down into my char, taking that in. This was all fucking messed up in every way possible.
"Yes. I assume she's a Nephilim here?" he carried one without an answer, as if he already knows it's true. "As you probably guessed, Isabelle and Jace are Warlocks as well." He paused, thinking. "The fae that helped me get here? Lucian? Oh, Luke." I gasped again.
"Luke? He's practically Clary's stepdad." Alec nodded, as if this cleared something up.
"Ah. So that's why he wanted to help the queen. There lovers." I smirked inwardly. My Alec, even with his posh education, didn't use such words. Alec glanced up at me before shutting his eyes to think again. "Well, Clarissa's friend, Simon's the head of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan."
"So. There's one person that's the same." I muttered. "Here, though, he's an awkward fledgling. He was only turned a few months ago."
Alec nodded, thinking. "Simon and me used to be great friends… a couple decades ago." When I looked up at him surprised, he had an amused look on his face. "Me being the high warlock and all, he came to me when he first changed. As he was the first Jewish vampire I had ever had the pleasure of meeting, we worked together on his problem and the ordeal of him getting kicked out of his house by his die hard Jewish mother." Alec face warmed ever so slightly at the thought. "He has always been like family to me. Between a son and a brother. Cousin?" he muttered to himself wonderingly.
I closed my eyes, thinking of my similar experience with Raphael. A new vampire, kicked out of his home by his Christian mother, coming to me for refuge.
"Oh. And there's Meliorn." Alec stated suddenly, pulling me out of my own thoughts.
"Who's Meliorn to you? Here he's a Seelie knight." I said, thought what Alec had said so far really only left one option.
"Meliorn's the head of the werewolf pack." I pictured that in my mind, amazed at the differences. The stuck up, nature enthralled, blue haired knight; a rough, messy… wolf. Nope. Can't see it.
"Well, this is all royally messed up." I said in conclusion, making Alec laugh softly. I decided to carry on the light conversation, even though I knew my question could darken the mood slightly.
"What's your past like?" I ask softly, as if reassuring him. He sighed and I wondered, panicking, if that had been the wrong question completely. Slightly to my surprise, he started talking again.
"Nothing about me is very interesting. My mother was attacked by a demon. Robert, my mother's husband, was horrified. Kicked me out onto the streets with no food, a tiny winged bevy with mad powers, and with ought any control. Same old story as nearly all warlocks. Though, as an amazing twist, I found Isabelle and Jace, and grew up with them, learning with some Silent Brothers and all that good shit." My face was openly astounded at his story, and how similar it was to mine, save the helpful siblings.
"I'm sorry if I just laid that all on you at once. Sometimes I just start rambling and-"I cut him off, seeing exactly that was about to happen.
"That's not it, darling. I was just thinking about how similar that was to my story. In fact-"my response was cut short as a loud bang resounded through the loft, coming from the door.
So, Alec got a mouth on him when he's worried/confused, doesn't he? I can't honestly imagine out blushing Shadowhunter cursing, but what the heck, it's fanfiction for a reason, right?
So, how was the strange first person thing? Idk why I did it, but I wasn't feeling it, how I usually wrote. Oh well, if it was terrible, please inform me to stick to third person, for my own benefit.
Over all, though, how was it? Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.