Author's Note: Bonsoir demons, monsters, demigods, and nephilim! Ok I'm not actually french, but I still know you have to say bonsoir instead on bonjour in the evening. The air conditioner is out at my house so it's hotter than the Phlegethon. That's a greek river thingy... look it up. If I describe it I'll start lecturing. This chapter will be a Malec. Enjoy!
Jace was acting strangely. No one else noticed, but Alec sure did. And what Alec saw was not Jace. This Jace was jumpy and seemed to be paranoid. His eyes darted restlessly around the room and he started at every unexpected noise. Alec wanted to ask his parabatai what was troubling him, but he doubted that would be a good idea as a sarcastic answer was probably the only one he would get. Still he was troubled by this sudden change. He was so deep in thought about this that Isabelle had to call his name three times before he answered.
"Alec! Hurry up! You were supposed to meet Magnus in fifteen minutes! You're going to be late!"
That snapped him out of his stupor. Magnus was never, ever late. This happened to be a stark contrast to Alec, who was almost always late to everything. He dressed quickly and, with a hurried goodbye to Isabelle and a worried look at Jace, left the Institute.
Magnus was, of course, waiting for him just outside his apartment. Alec noted the fact that Magnus's alluring smile was still in place as he looked Alec over. Damn that warlock and his extreme fashion. Magnus was dressed in tight black leather pants, a bright yellow tank top with the words "Sexy and I Know It" written on it in black sequins, a tight, sky blue leather jacket, and black boots that had gold buckles and way too much heel. Alec, however, was dressed in black jeans, a tight black tee, black combat boots, and a black hoodie. It was all fairly baggy, which made it easy to hide weapons. While Magnus stood there with his glitter, makeup, and spikey hair, Alec felt plain and uninteresting. Before Alec could even get in a greeting Magnus's lips descended on his.
"Hello to you too." said Alec breathlessly once they had parted.(Much too soon in his opinion.)"Now can you tell me where we're going?" he said. Magnus had this strange thing about mystery dates. He adored them.
"Calm down Alexander. We'll get there soon enough. Don't be impatient." He chided. Alec surrendered knowing that Magnus would tell him when he wanted to and not a moment sooner. With a sigh he allowed himself to be led away to only God (and Magnus) knew where.