Malec evolution

Before malec

Magnus sat alone in his apartment, surrounded by old ornaments and memories that he didn't want to keep. After losing many friends to shadowhunters, whether they were in the London or Brooklyn institutes or the circle, Magnus swore that he'd avoid shadowhunters at all costs. Magnus was still close with other downworlders however, like the vampires and seelies. Magnus looked through the many shelves on his bookcase, peering randomly at the numerous titles in many different languages. He walked to his kitchen, although he never really used it, he peered at the calendar and how busy it was. His club, pandemonium, had shows on regularly and he usually spent nights moping around or partying there. His nearest event was two days away, he had made sure to ask other warlocks to help with the glamours and the wards just encase shadowhunters or the circle came along.

He heard on knock on the door and before he could answer Camille came walking through. She looked glamorous, wearing a black, low cut, short , diamond encrusted dress with 6 inch heels and diamond decorated large black hoop earrings. She strolled toward magnus who, in comparison, looked rather casual with black tight trousers and a gold embroided dark purple shirt with a few gold rings and necklaces. She stopped about 3 feet away from him as Magnus passed her a Bloody Mary made with real blood. She took the drink before questioning the lonely look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Magnus, don't lie to me, what's wrong?"

"I'm just alone, there's no one who actually cares about me and I'm just alone. No boyfriend, no girlfriend and no fun. I go to these parties and I just stand around until the nights over." Magnus' face was so upsetting and broken, Camille didn't look sympathetic, she looked scared. She'd seen Magnus like this before and it hadn't ended well, he began to sleep around and hooked up more often then not.

Camille walked closer, her eyes locked with his. She could see the tears forming and the pain sitting behind his eyes. Her hands spread along his waist, pulling him in for a hug. Nothing more just a hug. He soon hugged her back, he didn't cry, he wouldn't cry. He just hugged her and said nothing.

Camille could smell the demon laced blood that flowed through his viens, she pulled away before her fangs could taste his blood. Magnus simply smiled, he wasn't flirting, he was just happy to see her caring about someone else, for once.

2 days later:

Magnus was preparing an outfit for his party tonight. He had black skinny jeans, sewn with gold thread and gold embroidery on the front and back pockets, a navy blue shirt and auburn brown shoes. His hair was tipped with the same blue and his masses jewellery was gold. He had gelled his hair over and up with glitter lightly sprayed over.

He arrived a hour early and helped with preparations. Downworlders and mudanes all in one room for hours on end with no knowledge of the supernatural there.

As the night began, Magnus returned to his state of depression as the night got into its full swing. The night became a slur of drinks and drugs. Camille walked towards him and after a few drinks magnus had no idea of how to act around Camille. Magnus stared at Camille as she walked toward him. She looked good, short black pencil skirt, black velvet choker and heels with a gray bralette.

"You alright?" Magnus took a minute or two to process the question before nodding with a drunken smirk. The last song began to play, Camille knew exactly what to do.

"Wanna dance?" Magnus simply got up and followed her, hand in hand. She put her hands around his neck while his rested on her lower waist. They began to dance and soon the dancing wasn't clean. While Camille's hands raised and went though magnus' hair, his hands lowered over her bum and down to the seam of her dress. The song began to end and only on question was left.

"Mine or yours" Camille said.

"Yours" magnus said.