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Chapter 24 : Fighting What You Want (Part 2)

What appeared in his lap wasn't expected and he didn't know what to make of it either. Alec. His blue-eyed wonder had written to him. He couldn't help but feel his heart race wildly. His vision blurred when he read the words but he fought it, trying to keep a hold of his feelings.

Warlock Bane,

I'm sorry to inquire any further help from you but I would like to request a favor. The daylighter Simon Lewis is supposed to be portaled back to you tonight from Idris, could you confirm reception?

— I understand if you don't answer to my message but this is really important. Sorry again... for everything.

You were right.

Alec

Magnus looked down at the fire message again, a blank expression on his features. From Alec's message, he knew something was terribly wrong but he couldn't get pass the last words.

'You were right'

Right about what? He couldn't help but wonder. Right in loving you? Right about requesting a fair place in your life? Right regarding the fact that you are in love with Jace and that all my efforts were pointless? Right about ignoring you and breaking it off? Magnus was thoroughly confused. Most of all, he didn't want hope to seep through with these words. He didn't want to believe that what Alec meant was he'd been right in asking what he wanted and that Alec might be inclined to give it to him.

Magnus sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms before shoving a nervous hand through his free-of-glitter black hair. He didn't know what to do. Well, that wasn't exactly true; he knew what he wanted to do but he was certain he shouldn't do it. He just wanted to run off to Alec and solve all of his problems and the lingering threat that seemed to be happening in Idris. He wanted to send a fire message that would let his lover know that all was forgiven and that he would be there to hold him at the end of the day.

Thinking back to all of what had happened between him and Alec, his features smoldered in a determined resolve. He picked up a sheet of paper and started writing in his elegant calligraphy, hand firm and confident.

Shadowhunter Alexander Lightwood,

There has been no reception of vampire Simon Lewis, aka the Daylighter, from Idris. I was not made aware or requested of any Portal transfers from the Capital. There hasn't been any other Portal activity since young Clarissa Fray left New York. On this note, you should expect her to show up soon if she hasn't killed herself yet.

—And... you should know by now that I never refuse you anything. Although, sorry barely begins to cover it.

Sincerely,

Warlock Bane

He couldn't help but press harder on his 'title'; how Alec could adress him so carelessly was beyond him and it stung him to no end. It didn't stop him from staring helplessly at the piece of paper for a long amount of time, wondering again if this was what he should do. Did he really want to pursue this campaign of rejection? It was tearing him apart; on one hand, he wished to suffer any pain just to be close to the young shadowhunter and at the same time, he was scared, confused and knew that if he never allowed Alec to see him in a different light, he would never move away of this dreadful position he'd been settled in. And what was his place exactly? Lover? Part-time boyfriend? Secret hideaway? Sideline fantasy? He didn't know but he wanted it to change.

Sighing deeply, Magnus traced the fire rune with caution, still unconvinced. Although, as the sun set ablaze the morning sky, a reflecting fire shone inside the warlock's flat, sealing his faith.

Magnus spent the day in a lingering torpor, shuffling through books, seeking informations and following feeble leads but nothing kept his mind from wandering. He'd thought continuously about the fire message he'd sent and, silly him, had expected an answer. But, obviously, Alec being the self-conscious guilt-ridden boy he was, hadn't respond to his dismissal.

The warlock exhaled loudly and let his head fall into his hands, his mind whirling and unable to stop, questioning incessantly. What was he doing wasting the short amount of time Alec might have left with silly arguments? But again, they weren't silly... and Magnus couldn't get pass that. Torn and twisted, he looked outside his window, looking at the sky darkening, gaze lost to the busy city below. He'd stayed there all night again probably if some crackling hadn't startled him from his daydreaming. Heart stuttering, he fumbled with the burning paper, trembling in anticipation. When he could finally open the message though, he met the tight scribble laying before his eyes with a puzzled frown.

Magnus,

Meet me in my country house in Idris. We have urgent matters to discuss.

Ragnor Fell

He'd known Ragnor for a very long time and never, and he meant never in their long friendship, did his green-skinned fellow warlock had passed up a chance to mock him. And Magnus requesting for a mortal spell was definitely a subject of mockery or at least it would have aroused contempt disapproval from his travelling companion. The man was a very serious individual but if there's one thing he'd enjoyed it had been to patronize one Magnus Bane, even more now that he'd been able to gang up with Raphael Santiago against what they qualified his 'shameful use of magic and immortality'.

No use to say, Magnus was worried. Something was very wrong if Ragnor had been so blunt and scarce in his communication. Magnus ran to his room and prepared as quickly as he could, cold shivers rolling down his spine. Before long, he was opening up a Portal, sweating and concentrating hard as he tried to by-pass as much as possible the wards from the Capital. What an hypocritical ass I am, he thought bitterly. So much for being so stern with Clary; here he was breaking the same rules he'd expecting her to respect. Shrugging with irony, he stepped through the Portal.

Soon enough, he stood on a low hill looking down the valley and trying to pierce the heavy glamour in front of him. Ragnor had always been very talented with these and being in Idris had strenghtened this ability. He watched the little house appear quickly and immediately felt uneasy... something was very wrong. He ran down the hill, hoping he wouldn't break his neck, and broke his stride few feet away of the cottage. It reeked of demon's presence. Magnus felt his hands trembling and cold sweats covering his body. He just wished he wasn't too late...

He rushed inside the house, only to find it dark, as if inhabited but then, his cat's eyes denied that easy enough. The first thing he gathered was the wreckage that had been cast upon the little stone cottage; shelves and furnitures crushed, books ripped apart, drawers opened and contents scattered, even the windows had been smashed. What lastly caught his attention and kept it was the tall built frame of his friend, green skin turned an odd gray tone, body broken and stabbed. His mind went blank as he couldn't process it. Ragnor had been a strong warlock, High Warlock of London in his old time... How? It wasn't even possible. But there it was.

Suddenly, Magnus' knees buckled under him and without him realizing it, he reached out trembling fingers to the unmoving form, sobs shaking his lithe frame... His heart sank and he thought that he shouldn't have whined so loudly about Ragnor's habit of making a fool out of him as he would never have the chance anymore to let him do so... The thin frame stayed crumpled to the ground for what seemed like a very long time. Although, just as every morning, the sun rose again, unaware of the dramas unfolding under the warm rays of his glory.

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