alec | three

[bottleblueyes]

Who: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane
Where: Alec's Cottage in Espoir
Style: Third
Status: Closed

[takes place after this conversation]

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[highwarlockmb]

You're not into B&D, are you? You seem like the type, Magnus typed into the text window. It was uncanny, how many snarky, sarcastic, borderline sadistic bastards there were - always laying in wait to get their two cents in, in reply to his latest text message, or broadcasted dream. Apparently it was one of the only sources for amusement here, aside from shopping. Or running through a mental list of spells (in the hope of escape - which he'd given up on recently). And there was, of course, daily life with the shadowhunter

[bottleblueyes]

Alec twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Out of habit, he proceeded to close and lock it behind him, though he realized afterward that it was a stupid gesture - it wasn't like the Institute. No one lived with them; no one would barge in on them unannounced.

"Hi," he said lamely, looking at Magnus, stomach twisting into slightly uncomfortable knots. "Uh, you told me I could come up?"

[highwarlockmb]

"I did," Magnus confirmed, patting the side of the bed closest to Alec and the door - the left side.

"Besides, it's your cottage. I think that gives you permission to roam whenever you want." Magnus smiled a little, though his eyes were intent, giving Alec a thorough up-down-up, his palm still resting against the unmade sheets.

[bottleblueyes]

He felt heat spread across his face as Magnus's gaze roamed up and down his body.

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, stepping towards the bed as calmly as possible. Inside, though, he was a mess, thinking back to that night and wondering what might happen should he decide to sit next to Magnus... on his bed, no less. And then, what would happen if he didn't sit next to him. If he shunned the warlock before they even had a chance to talk? He was suddenly reminded of the time just before he arrived in this strange place - when he had decided to give Magnus what energy he had. The man had looked so weary and vulnerable then, as if he were tired of Alec's constant denials.

Steeling his resolve, he closed the distance between him and the bed, gingerly sitting in the space Magnus had indicated.

"It's not really just my place anymore," he continued. "It's yours, too. For as long as you want to stay, I guess."