Oh thank the Lord! Brina is so very sorry that she didn't upload this sooner! I would've but I lost my freaking flash drive at school… so I pretty much have accepted the fact that I'm probably never gonna see the thing again -_-
I felt kinda bad for only giving you that crappy short beginning but I can see now that most of my chapters will probably be that length.
Disclaimer- Do I own anything? Really? What kind of moron are you?
(Song by Adam Lanbert)
Anyway, here you go.
MB
I don't understand why I couldn't sleep. Perhaps being back in Brooklyn after such a long time away made me anxious. But for God's sake it was almost two in the morning! Why had I decided to take a walk? It was drizzling, the temperature slowly dropping and all I had on for protection against the weather was a light trench coat that buttoned at my throat and swished down to my calves. For once I was glad for my hair being down – and not in its usual spikes – because it was long enough to shield my ears from the cold.
I had only been out for around five minutes so I hadn't traveled far from my flat. What on earth possessed me to come out here? I thought as I just stood lamely on the sidewalk. It was like my mind was waiting for something to happen, but no one was out here – most likely they were all tucked neatly in bed where I also should be! I shook my head. I'm going bonkers. That's the only explanation.
I stood there for a few moments more, contemplating whether I should continue venturing out into the cold or just go home already. My decision was leaning drastically towards home when I picked up on the soft sound of shoes on wet cement and I felt someone bump into me. I turned around to see the person who was about to be very surprised.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so-," he saw my face and trailed off. "…sorry."
That was when I saw his face. Holy fuck.
He was pale, had black hair, a delicate face obscured slightly by a black hood, and the most brilliant blue eyes to have ever been graced upon a human. They were wide with astonishment. I stood a few inches taller than he and as two graceful hands reached up slowly to remove the headphones from his ears and the hood from his head, I could do nothing but stare.
He was without a doubt Alexander Lightwood, and he was more beautiful than any picture I'd seen him in. I smiled coyly, knowing exactly what would be my next move with the shy boy.
"That's alright, beautiful. I don't mind." He blushed adorably at the nickname and my heart skipped a beat when he gave a smile; complete with dimples.
"I'm Magnus," I held my hand out to him, "Magnus Bane."
"Y-yeah, I know." His stutter just made me smile wider and he tentatively shook my hand. "I'm Alec."
I leaned in closer to him before letting go of his hand. "I know," I said softly to see if his blush would deepen.
It did.
"You look positively chilled, darling," I said, gently touching his cheek with the back of my hand – making him go redder if even possible. Both his hand and cheek had been soft of course but still cold, and his nose had already started to turn pink from the temperature; which meant he'd been out here far longer than I had. "Would you perhaps want to accompany me to my place for some coffee or something? I would normally suggest a coffeehouse but it is two in the morning and if just one of us were to walk in any coffee girl would either have a heart attack or go all rabid fangirl on us-," That got me a light giggle.
"So is that a yes?"
He smiled at me with his angelic features. "Sure. Why not?"
~HSS~
"So what are you doing here?" We had only just begun walking when he filled the silence with his naturally melodious voice.
I smiled down at his curious expression, "Do you mean here as in Brooklyn or the wonderful game we call life? I have answers for both, mind you."
"Well, I meant the first one but the second does sound just as interesting. I thought you were out touring."
"Same could be said for you, darling." I smirked and he blushed. "Last I heard you were breaking hearts in California."
He shrugged, looking ahead. "I convinced my mom and siblings into spontaneously coming home for a while. They were resisting until I told them I had writer's block." I gazed down at him, a bit shocked. Alec Lightwood with writer's block? That just doesn't sound right. He simply smiled. "We didn't tell anyone we were leaving so no one knows we're back. But I guess it's just a matter of time before word gets out."
Comfortable silence enveloped us as I got lost in thought.
First of all, writer's block is a lot worse than people think it is. It's a huge problem for artists of every kind if it sticks around. If you're famous and you get it, your career becomes really complicated and overly stressful. Your fans, agents, and other business partners all pester you for more music and you want to give it to them, it's just that you feel used up. The point is that you have absolutely nothing to give. You end up feeling horrible for not being able to write, stressed because you're trying to, and guilty because you know you've let lots of people down – including yourself.
Needless to say it's not something writers tend to share with people they've just met – no matter how famous they may be. But there Alec was; happy and smiling and unfazed.
"Ya know you never answered my question," he said after a good two minutes of silence.
"That's right," I mused, slipping into my cool, confident character. "I suppose I'm back because I got a tad homesick. It just goes to show that great minds think alike because I didn't tell anyone either." I stopped when we reached the entrance to my flat.
"Here we are."
Once we were inside, I shucked off my trench coat and moved towards the closet. The TV was still playing the news channel because I hadn't bothered to turn it off when I went out on the random walk which landed a gorgeous blue eyed boy right in my lap. Ah fate and her mysterious ways.
Speaking of which, Alec seemed to be rooted to the spot by the stairs that led down to the door because a certain white fuzzball had decided to take an interest in him.
"Holy crap, is this your cat?" he grinned as the feline began to purr and rub against his legs.
"Yes and he is being terribly rude," I said as I walked over to him and picked the cat off the floor. "Alexander, this is Chairman Meow."
He took Chairman from my hands gently as I offered him to Alec, who very much resembled a small child who was trying to hold something lightly but not so much as to have it drop. "He's adorable." I had to smile. Yes, you are.
"Yes, I do believe he takes advantage of that fact to get more treats. He doesn't usually warm up to anyone but me so congrats on that small victory." Alec was holding Chairman to his chest as I was spoke so the little rascal had decided to claw his way up and perch on his shoulder. He purred happily as he rubbed against Alec's neck. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.
"How do you like your coffee, darling?" I asked, bringing his attention back to me.
He gave me small shy smile "Black."
~HSS~
After I had made the coffee and finally gotten a mug in his freezing hands we both sat down; him absentmindedly playing with my cat and listening to the news while I took this time to watch him. He was propped up against the arm of my fuzzy green couch with his legs pulled up almost all the way to his chest looking adorable, ravishing, and many other adjectives pounding through my mind. Whether he knew it or not, I was beyond ecstatic that he was here.
Almost no one knew it but I had an infatuation with Alexander Lightwood. Not only was he the most beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on, but he had a voice as light and airy as a fall breeze that could send chills down your spine and carry you to other worlds. He was pure; and that made me want him.
I had actually been going through a pretty hard time in my life when he came into the picture. Three years ago, when I'd been sixteen, my parents both died in a plane wreck. My mother and father had been extremely successful in the music and acting industries (they are the reason I was instantly liked as a singer when I'd been fifteen) so they'd obviously been busy and not home a lot. I had never really gotten to know them as people but that didn't stifle the fact that I was a kid that had just lost both his parents at one time. I felt the typical devastation and loneliness any child would, but unlike others I transformed all my crushing emotions into haunting melodies and disturbing lyrics.
Yes, I did the whole moody music act for a few months, but my distraction quickly got less distracting and I was suddenly back at square one with no inspiration and no soul for the notes I had clung to so desperately. I was spent, used up, empty. Ironically, I'd been the one with writer's block. After weeks of my horrific depression nothing had changed.
Until I heard a certain blue-eyed boy on the radio.
The station had been playing a song – from his first album Human – called Everybody's Changing and I can't say I wasn't instantly hooked. I had sat stunned for a good five minutes after the song had ended. Once I had regained composure, I downloaded all of his released songs from ITunes and listened to each one of them. After I'd finished, I wrote a complete album. Alec gave me inspiration in ways I didn't think was possible – and he didn't even realize it.
I studied the boy sitting in front of me, innocence personified. I had searched for pictures of him on Google after my huge writing spree and I hadn't been at all surprised to see that he was beautiful, but months after when I'd attended one of his first concerts, I'd been very surprised to see that his beauty was more than doubled when looking at him in person. And those eyes… no photo could ever capture the brilliance of their blue.
But having him so close now meant I got to further admire his features. I took note of the slim face, high cheekbones, angled eyebrows, full lips and the slight curve of his nose. I spent extra time on the shape and color of his eyes. They were large, rounded like an almond yet sharp at the edges, and framed by thick almost feminine eyelashes. Then I moved to his irises. Obviously they were blue – the color you would expect to see on a cloudy afternoon at sea, with flecks of light grey all placed over a silver undertone. I failed to imagine a more magnificent combination.
I was pulled abruptly from my thoughts by the television.
"Speaking of stars," said a blonde woman sitting at one of those news tables, "There have been rumors going around that Alec Lightwood has decided to leave California and apparently won't be performing anytime soon."
"Is that true?" asked the man next to her.
She nodded, "In fact, I've heard that he won't be producing any new music for a while as well. The singer/ songwriter was last seen performing at-,"
"I hate it when I see myself on TV," Alec cut in as the woman kept talking and a picture of him smiling onstage flashed across the screen.
"Why is that, blue eyes?"
He made a face. "Cause it means other people can see me too."
I chuckled, "If you have a problem with that, angel face, you have definitely picked the wrong career."
He smiled along with me, knowing I was right.
"Hey," I said suddenly, "Do you wanna play a game?"
So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather
And I'm doing me up with a black coloured liner
And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter
All we need in this world is some love
There's a thin line between the dark side,
And the light side, baby tonight
It's a struggle gotta rumble, tryin'a find it
But if I had you,
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
Then money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
Yeah, if I had you
You y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had you
From New York to LA getting high rock and rolling
Get a room trash it up 'til it's ten in the morning
Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maserati's
What they need in this world is some love
There's a thin line between the wild time,
And a flat-line, baby tonight
It's a struggle gotta rumble, tryin'a find it
But if I had you, Yeah if I had you,
Then money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
Yeah, if I had you
You y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had-
The flashing of the lights
It might feel so good
But I got you stuck on my mind, yeah
The flashing and the stage, it might get me high
But it don't mean a thing tonight
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
Then money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party it'd be ecstasy
Yeah if I had you
You y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had you
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
Then money, fame and fortune never could compete
(Never could compete with you)
If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
(It'd be ecstasy with you)
Yeah if I had you
You y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had you.
If I Had You- By Magnus Bane
So there ya have it! Don't look too much into this game of Magnus'- it is in no way sexual (sorry) and was just my way of moving the story a smidgen forward.
I want to say that I have a general idea where this is going to end up – ya know I've got all the major, life changing scenes already planned out – but I have no idea how I'm gonna get there… so if you guys have any activities, conversations, or filler moments you want Alec and Magnus to have; please share! I might just use it!
And by the way – thanks to all of you who reviewed! Your comments just made my heart soar! Why not try doing it again?
~Brina-Bot~