Summary: The Last encounter
Caelen had wondered how long he could force himself to exist and he had decided that it was time, it was finally time to rejoin his lover.
How many centuries had it been, he didn't know but now he walked to the place he had laid his heart to rest.
No Shadowhunter would ever be able to find this place of wild flowers, not unless he Called to them and at the moment he only wanted to Call one to him.
The boy had come, for a while as he'd stood waiting for the boy to come he'd thought that maybe he wouldn't but here the child was, though Caelen had to admit the boy was no longer the child he had first encountered on the streets so long ago.
And then after a short conversation Caelen knew what must be done, a gift to the boy who'd been hurt so much and had grown to be so strong, a strength that Caelen recognized from his love, the love that had chosen the world over him but perhaps that was the difference between this boy and his lover, where Johnathan had chosen the world over him this boy wanted his Warlock to never feel the pain of their separation and that was how Caelen knew he was doing the right thing in leading the young man to the place where he had laid his Nephilim to rest, where he had kissed him for the last time and stood guard for a month before he'd felt a new Shadowhunter called into being and left to fulfill a promise, his last.
"Take my strength as your own." Caelen whispered the words he had first said to his lover just before he had sealed the Hell Realms, it felt right as he poured his magic into the Nephilim and took nothing back.
And suddenly, as he never had before, he felt cold, like ice had filled his veins, and his father's voice once again speaking to him, 'You are mortal now, my son. death will soon come for you.'
Caelen let his eyes close and he felt a wind caress him and as his body became ash and fell on the golden blooms that had grown from Johnathan's body and left silver where his ash fell he heard a voice he had never hoped to hear again.
'Took you long enough, my Starlight.'
Caelen smiled as he reached out for his lover's hand, 'I had to make sure our children would be okay.'
As they watched the young Nephilim ask for and take a bloom they knew that their children would be fine with the young man watching over them with his own Warlock and Lover.
And when the bloom was settled on the balcony they sometimes stopped by to watch the two live. They danced their way across the room and laughed at the silliest things and they smiled at one another and if the golden and silver flower wilted when they fought well, they tried not to fight often but most of all the two men who had gone before watched the young Warlock and Nephilim love one another.