Magnus stared up at the imposing building, pulling the collar of his black Armani jacket closer to his neck when a soft gust of wind pushed past him. There was a reason he hated and normally avoided Shadowhunters and their houses. Not only was it both uncomfortable to be near/on hollow ground but he could also feel the protective wards pressing against him, hissing their distress and hatred like they were actual beings. When he was with Alec or his siblings it was easy to ignore the pressure pushing down on him and the feeling of wrongness in the air, but now, all alone, he had nothing to help distract him from it.
Well, a snide voice whispered, you've arrived at the Institute. How do you propose you get in? Magnus frowned at the thought. It was a good question. How was he going to get in? Without a Nephilim around it was next to impossible to open the doors. He walked forward, heels clicking against the stones as he climbed the stairs to stop before the two heavy doors, eyebrows down turned in thought.
"You know." Magnus huffed at the top of the steps. "It's really quite annoying when I have to wait outside because a Nephilim has to open the doors."
Alec grimaced, climbing the stairs to wrap his arms around the slightly shivering Warlock. "I know but I can;t help it. Izzy kidnapped me for one of her shopping trips and I didn't have time to text you. I'm sorry."
Magnus sighed, burying his face in the Shadowhunter's neck. "I suppose it's alright. I understand how Izzy can be. But!" Magnus grinned, pulling back to gaze down at Alec. "You have to make it up to me in a much more pleasant environment."
Alec smiled, leaning up to brush a kiss against the Warlock's lips. "That can be arranged." He pulled back, disentangling his arms from around Magnus' waist to grasp the silver handle in his hand, opening it effortlessly.
"How does it work anyway?" Mangus asked once they were safely inside the building.
Alec glanced at him quizzically. "What?"
"The door. I mean," Magnus continued, waving a hand. "I know the basics but do you have to do anything besides have angel blood?"
"Well," Alec tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "I'm not really sure. I just know that when I touch it and think along the lines of, 'I am Alexander Lightwood, member of the Shadowhuntes and angel-blood decedent' it opens."
"Hm." Magnus murmurded, eyeing the door thoughtfully.
"Now." Alec said, moving towards the Warlock. "Noone's home and I did say I would make it up to you didn't I?"
Magnus smirked playfully, eyes glinting as he glanced down at the decidedly closer Shadowhunter. "Oh?" He whispered huskily.
"Uh-huh." Alec closed the distance between them, erasing any thoughts that may have been in his mind.
Magnus shook his head at the slight wave of pain and loneliness that the memory brought, focusing on the door as a distraction.
Just think your name and that you are a part of the Shadowhunters? Magnus gazed at the door before glancing down at the alliance rune that shone on the skin of his hand. It had faded to a pale scar that melted into his skin, in fact, someone would only see it if they had been looking, but it was there all the same. Alec had been able to draw upon similar powers as Magnus such as conquering small objects out of thin air and lighting a room up... So why couldn't Magnus have drawn on Alec's powers besides the usual battle moves and agility? It was worth a shot, Magnus thought, stretching the hand that held the rune on it. He gently wrapped his fingers around the handle, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
'I am Magnus Bane, partner of Alexander Lightwood, a Shadowhunter and a angel-blood descendant. I ask that you allow me passage.'
For a moment Magnus feared that it didn't work, cracking an eye open as he let out a sigh of disappointment, making as if to take his hand away before stiffening with a jolt, something akin to an electrical jolt moving from the bottoms of his feet to the tips of his hair. A low groan sounded in his ears before with a creak the door opened under the slight pressure of his hand and he stared at it in astonishment, mouth open. Sure he had thought that maybe he had acquired more than just a few battle skills but this had been a long shot and he hadn't actually thought it would work! He shook his head incredulously, moving the door open further, eyeing it warily as he slipped through as if afraid that it would slam shut on him. And maybe it would, who knew? Maybe it had made a mistake and would realise it just as he moved to enter, slamming shut and crushing him in the process-
The door closed softly behind him and he blinked at the sudden darkness, his eyes dilating to make up for the lack of lighting. He gave the door one last glance before with a shake of his head he strode towards the stairs. If Alec was still here he would be in the weapons room.
~OxoXoxO~
Magnus sighed looking around the empty room dejectedly. Weapons hung from the walls, every inch covered in various sizes and shapes that glinted dangerously. All meant to kill demons and Downworlders. He swallowed uneasily. Magnus would never tell Alec how much the Institute unsettled him sometimes. Just seeing the weapons and knowing that they had been used against beings that were similar to him, that they may have even been drenched in the blood of his own... He shuddered, turning away from the stench of cleaning oil and blood. For Magnus could smell it. Though it was faded and almost overwhelmed by the many oils the Shadowhunters used to clean their weapons... It was still there.
He slipped through the doorway making his way down the hall, heels clicking gently against the wood. It was obvious that Alec and the others had already left, he might as well leave. But as he was headed towards the stairs a familiar door caught his eye.
Alec's room... He stopped, staring at it longingly. If only he could walk through the door way and see his Shadowhunter laying peacefully on his bed. Or with his nose stuck in a book, sprawled out across the comforter. Magnus closed his eyes, shaking his head before taking a hesitant step forwards. Eyeing the door warily. It was almost as if he was afraid the house would come alive and devour him whole if he took a wrong step. He shook his head one last time scolding himself at such thoughts. You're being ridiculous! He chided before twisting the nob and entering, shutting the door gently behind him.
The room was dark, the dark curtains drawn, blocking out any light that may have shone through the window and leaving the room in darkness. Magnus paused for a few moments, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness once more.
He scanned the room quickly taking in the familiar sight with a small smile. The dark walls were the same as were the sheets of the bed and the large bookshelf on the left wall along with the small writing desk near the window. The only thing it was missing, Magnus mused fingering a old sweater that he assumed had been thrown at the chair in haste, was the Shadowhunter himself.
He moved towards the bed, stroking the soft material. He could remember just laying with Alec at night when the Shadowhunter was supposed to be asleep and when he was supposed to be at his flat, just talking and laughing in hushed whispers, hands and legs entwined as their lips met in soft kisses every now and then.
"Magnus!" Alec laughed softly, voice in a hissed whisper as the Warlock pressed gentle kisses around his neck and down his chest. "Stop that!"
Magnus smirked against the currently shirt-less skin of his boyfriend. "And why would I do that love?"
"B-Because!" Alec gasped out as his lovers fingers tickled his sides. "They'll hear us!"
Magnus rolled his eyes playfully, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the Shadowhunter's nose. "And that, my dear Shadowhunter, is what sound-proof spells are for."
Alec grinned, raising a eyebrow playfully. "Does everything lead back to various way of getting me in different stages of undress when it comes to you?"
Magnus shrugged, eyes glinting as he smirked sinfully. "It's not my fault you're just so irresistible."
He sat down heavily, hands moving to the pocket of his jacket where he proceeded to remove the stele there, holding it up before his face and eyeing the dark metal. This was the cause of him travelling across the city and getting his hopes up only to find that his love had already left. Magnus rolled his eyes, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud, twisting his head to bury his head into the pale pillows. They smelled like Alec, soft and comforting. He curled into the blankets, legs pulling up around his body as he laid on his side, one hand near his head, the other still holding the stele. He inhaled the soothing scent of his love, letting his body relax into the sheets as his eyes drifted shut, the glint of the stele shinning one last time before he surrendered to sleep.
~OxoXoxO~
Magnus blinked dissorientedly, eyes gazing out at the darkness as he snuggled into the warmth below him. He inhaled, smiling softly when he recognized the scent.
"Alec."
Alec... Alec!
"Shit!" He sat up, eyes darting around the room before settling on the clock that sat on the wooden night stand beside the bed. The numbers 7:45 glared back at him sending another curse tumbling from his lips.
He threw his legs over the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes before walking quickly to the door. He gave one last glance at the room before opening the door, entering the hallway, the door closing behind him. He stood still for a few moments, head cocked to the side as he searched for any sound that might alert him to anyone else being in the building, praying that the fates wouldn't be so cruel...
When he heard nothing he took another more confident step down the hall, a relieved grin lifting his lips upwards. Thank god. Maybe his luck was looking up-
The sound of a soft voice made its way to his ears just as he made it to the bottom of the steps. The sound of Maryse Lightwood. He froze raising his eyes to the ceiling as if asking 'Why?' Maryse fucking Lightwood. Maryse. Lightwood. Alec's mother. Alec's scary mother.
"Dammit."
~OxoXoxO~
Why?! He thought despairingly, eyes frantically searching for an escape. What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? He wondered on the verge of hysteria.
Her voice was getting closer and closer and he knew that he didn't have much time. He scanned the hallway, eyes zeroing in on a door several feet away. It would be a close call he thought, eyes darting back towards the voice.
Lets see. Get caught by Alec's scary mother and possibly be dissembowled or aim for the door and slim the chances of getting caught and thus getting disembowled? He took off towards the door, cursing the sounds his heels made against the wood and praying that the carpet muffled it.
He reached out towards the door nob desperatly praying that it was unlocked and nearly sobbing in relief when it was. Magnus yanked the door open, barely managing to slip inside and close the door before Maryse appeared in the hall.
He leaned back against the door, panting ragedly as he struggled to calmn his frantic heart.
"If you don't shut up and calm down she'll hear you and turn you into cat food." He hissed, tensing when her voice came panic-worthy close before moving past him. Only when he heard the soft slam of a door did he relax, lifting his head to scan the room.
He inhaled sharply at what he saw. A large family picture stared back at him from across the room over a rather large fire place. Maryse and Robert stood in it, a small baby in their arms, smiling sternly at the camera. A little girl with black curls and black eyes clung to Maryse's side. However, that wasn't what made him freeze and stare in shock. No. It was the small boy that stood just off to the side of Robert, black ravens wing hair falling into his sparkling blue eyes as he grinned happily.
"Alec?!"