One True Love

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

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emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

The day had been long. Everyone was scrambling to clean up the mess that had occurred. To tend to the wounded, mourn the fallen. Magnus remained, doing what he could to help. Things had eventually slowed, though it took some time well into the next day. Magnus had been keeping a close eye on Alexander, noticing that he did not take a break for a moment. It was so very typical of him, but Magnus felt compelled to make sure he rested. The fear of losing each other had prompted an emotional confession to one another. A admittance of love.

It had warmed Magnus to his very core, and had him all the more adamant to take care of the man he . . . loved. Yes. Loved. Felt for some time yet saying it, made it all the more real. So after much convincing, he did manage to bring Alec to his place. For he knew that if Alexander remained in the Institute, he would not actually rest. His attention would be needed and he would not remain still. As they entered Magnus' home, he waved, the door shut after the both of them stepped in, swiftly turning to face his partner, one hand moved to rest on Alexander's shoulder. "Let me guess. You haven't eaten since yesterday?" He both asked and well, practically stated.

[Alec Lightwood]

- LIGHTWOOD -

"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat."

More than going without food, Alec looked as if he'd gone weeks without sleep. His coloring was paler than usual, dark circles weighted down his eyes, and even his shoulders slumped lower than expected. The thought that Magnus could have died while the Soul Sword was activated... It was a thought Alec couldn't bring himself to face, he was just extraordinarily thankful it hadn't happened. Gathering the fallen and returning them to their people was a task even he wasn't prepared for, and it weighed heavily upon his shoulders. Many people lost their loved ones, they weren't as lucky as he was.

Alec watched Magnus's back as he lead him across the threshold of his loft, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him, make sure he was still tangible. A slight smile came to him when Magnus, as usual, turned to face him with that charismatic charm that was so... Magnus. Always putting his best face forward, facing things with a smile, It was something Alec didn't know how to do. His stoic face couldn't even pretend he wasn't feeling as anxious as he was. At the very least, he had told Magnus how he felt. He was sure it was obvious in his actions, but the words needed to be said, and when they were returned to him, it nearly took his breath away. 

Alec gave a weak nod, not even realizing how hungry he actually was. "I could use something to eat..." He mumbled as he lifted his own hand to rest atop Magnus's .

tag: Magnus Bane

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

Magnus' smile remained, though seeing the strain on Alec's face, the evidence of how busy and over worked he was . . . left Magnus with the strong compulsion to take care of him. To nurse him back to health. Perhaps before, well before, it had not been his place to do so. But the words of love now exchanged, solidified their bond. A union of heart and soul. And such a tie was not so easily severed. Magnus raised his other hand to rest on Alec's cheek, giving it a gentle touch before lowering it to his side. His hand reaching for his partner's and leading him over to the table.

"I worry about you, Alexander," he told him, pulling out a chair for Alec to sit down. "You work too hard and neglect your own needs." Similar words spoken in order to convince Alec to go on that date he owed him. "In this case, your health." Magnus waved his hand, an elaborate meal appearing before them. He sat down in his own chair, across from Alec, reaching out to hold his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Promise me you will take care of yourself. As much as I wish I could always be there to ensure it, I can't." His voice holding a teasing tone, but there was an underlying one of . . . regret. Of wishful thinking. That they could be together more often.