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It was just too much.
There were just too many things swimming around in his mind right now.
Magnus was usually good at multitasking. But right now, every single thing on his mind was proving to be lethal for his sanity – or what was left of it.
So, Magnus decided to do what he always does. He was going to compartmentalize.
He knew he was going to find his way out of this chaos. He just needed to take one thing at a time.
First up…his father.
Good god, it wasn’t an easy one to start with.
After talking to Luke and consulting a couple of dozen lawyers, Magnus had decided that taking legal action against his father was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t just because it was the right thing to do but it was also what needed to be done in order for him to move on.
Of course, Magnus hadn't revealed the fact that his father was the one who had given the order to set The Circle on fire. He knew that if this got out, it would mean the end of all Shadowhunter-Downworlder relationships.
The world would never know his father's involvement with The Circle, but he always will. Magnus had decided that it was his punishment to bear.
However, he could have kept Edom. If he had kept his mouth shut, he could have kept Edom.
He could have run it like he had always wanted to. But after finding out that Edom was built on funds provided by Valentine and so many other unsavory supremacists, Magnus knew that he could never do it with a conscious mind.
It had been a hard for him. It had been hard to say goodbye to two things he had loved the most in the world – Edom and his father.
If saying goodbye to Edom felt like being set on fire then losing his father had felt like being swallowed up by the sun itself.
Magnus didn't know whether his father will ever get to come back to him. Magnus wasn't sure if he wanted him too.
Oscar Wilde had once said “To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.”
While it was a bit of a shitty thing for Mr. Wilde to say, Magnus wondered if he had contributed to his father’s plans in any way.
No. No, he didn’t wander. He knew.
He knew because his father had told him. His father kept repeating that he had done everything for Magnus. He had done every single horrific crime to make sure Magnus had a safe and stable future. So, Magnus wondered if all of this had been because of him. He wondered if he could have stopped all of this from happening if he had known earlier.
Magnus kept wondering about all the ‘what if’s.
And then there was the other dilemma with his father – something he had not told anyone. Something he was ashamed to admit.
Despite everything that had happened, regardless of the secrets he had learned…Magnus still loved his father.
Why couldn’t he just hate him? It would make things so much easier.
Magnus didn’t think he could solve this crisis anytime soon. So, he filed it away and moved on to the next issue.
Edom.
Or the lack of it.
Magnus had always been a confident person. He had always known what he wanted in life and he had never once held back from going for it. Since the conception of Edom, Magnus had known that he wanted to run it. So, he had gone after that dream. Every single decision he had made in his life was to make sure that it would lead him to Edom. Every single sacrifice had been to make sure Edom would become the number one construction company in New York.
Such passion, confidence and motivation are essential in life to get to where you want to be. It is important to have a big dream.
But here is the thing about big dreams….
When you are obsessed with one single dream your entire life….When you are too confident to make a backup plan, you are absolutely fucked when that dream is crushed into nothing but dust.
Quite literally in Edom’s case – at least that’s what he had heard from the Spiral Labyrinth.
So, after losing Edom, Magnus had no passion, no dream and no confidence.
He honestly didn’t have a clue what to do next.
“You have to build it from scratch,” Catarina had pointed out kindly.
“You’d think he would know this,” Raphael had chipped in. “Being in construction and all that.”
It has been a weekend from hell and Magnus knew he had to be close to those he loved in order to survive it.
He had been scared that he would be all alone in his apartment, probably crying himself to sleep. But instead he was surrounded by people he loved. It didn’t make his problems go away. It didn’t stop people from saying all those awful things. But it did make things a little better and Magnus was infinitely grateful for them.
“You know we are with you, right?” Clary had asked him with a soft smile on her freckled face. “Whatever you need, we are with you, Magnus.”
They all fell asleep in the living room watching The Devil Wears Prada – Magnus’ all-time favorite movie.
On Sunday morning, they had all been woken up to the loud shrill of Magnus’ phone. He had groaned and covered his head with a throw pillow because he was done being questioned by journalists for a lifetime.
“He is dead,” Raphael had announced into his phone in a deadly voice.
There was a moment of silence and then Raphael had tapped him gently on the shoulder to wake him up again.
“It’s the Blackthorns,” he had whispered with an only-slightly apologetic face.
“Hello?” Magnus had gulped into a phone, confused and quite sleepy.
The second phone call had been from the Chens.
Then it was the Carstairs family.
Followed by the Reys, Fades, Queens and so many others.
So many of whom had called him not just to offer their sympathy, but also their support.
These are people Magnus had worked with and people who were willing to work with him despite the shocking turn of events.
“We know who you are, Magnus,” Tessa had assured him with absolute confidence. “That’s all that matters. We are ready to get back to work when you are.”
So, as Catarina had put it, he only had to start from scratch.
This wasn’t going to be easy. He was heir to nothing right now. But he knew that if he wanted to do things his way, he had to run his own place. The investors might be frightened by him. The media will tear him apart. The clients might question his motives.
There are going to be so many hurdles to cross – more so than before.
But when you are a Downworlder…
No, when you are a human being – despite your race or ethnicity or whatever label that comes with you – there are always problems once had to face.
There will always be a war to win and problems to solve. Despite how big and bad it is, the building is always easier to build when you have a team you can trust. The battles are easier to fight when you have those who will fight beside you no matter what.
He had looked around his friends, all of them sleeping soundly on couches, beanbags and whatever they could get their hands on.
Magnus had known, whatever challenge he had to face tomorrow, he would make it through.
Not because he was smart, not because he was confident – but because he was loved.
This brought him to his third and final dilemma.
Alexander Lightwood.
Clary had left his apartment on Sunday night stating that Alec was taking over Idris the next day. Magnus had learned that even though the world had collapsed around him, it had chosen to save Alec Lightwood.
When he had found that Alec got to run Idris, Alec was no longer forced to marry, it had felt like everything was fine for a moment.
Everything felt fine when he knew Alec was going to be okay.
“Fuck the Lightwood,” Raphael had announced that Monday morning.
They were both lounging on the balcony, drowning on coffee and making a possible list of clients for their new company while Simon and Catarina were at the dining table calling them up and making appointments.
“Yeah, I don’t think they want to work with u-”
“I mean, ‘fuck him’ fuck him. Or love him. Or marry him and have his babies. Do whatever the fuck it is you want to do.”
Magnus had been speechless for a second.
“Oh, give me some credit,” Raphael had rolled those brown eyes of his. “I am not that oblivious.”
Magnus had continued to be speechless.
“Besides, you are not that subtle either. 'Oh Alexander this and Alexander that'.”
“I do not sound like that!” Magnus had protested indignantly.
“Oh no, Alexander is wearing a white shirt with no creases. I am positively melting!” Raphael mimicked Magnus’ voice again – a bit too well for his liking.
Magnus had known that there was no point in hiding it out any longer. So instead he had pointed out the obvious.
“I didn’t know you cared for the Lightwoods.”
“I don’t,” Raphael had snorted. “All Downworlders hate the Lightwoods. It’s in our DNA or something. I cannot think of a treasonous bastard who would fall for a Lightwood – other than you of course.”
Simon had choked on his coffee at that and Magnus had decided to ignore that timely reaction for the poor boy’s benefit. Magnus could handle Raphael. Simon most certainly would have jumped out of the building.
“But I care for you,” Raphael had said – mostly into his coffee cup. “If Lady Macbeth makes you happy, then I would be the last one to stop you from going after him. So, go after him. You deserve to be happy.”
Magnus hadn’t known what to say to that. He wasn’t used to Raphael showing affection – no one was.
“I always thought of him as more of a Romeo,” Magnus had mused, just to wind the other man up.
“Ugh, you people are disgusting,” Raphael had groaned and then they were back to making their lists.
Later that evening, Magnus had decided to take his friend’s advice and had gone to Idris. He had gone to see Alec Lightwood become the new CEO of Idris. He has gone to see Alec fulfill his destiny. He had gone to see Alec Lightwood move on with his life.
But what he had seen instead was…
It was a reminder of why he had fallen in love with Alec Lightwood in the first place.
Alec had abandoned his new position at Idris and had come out – not just to his parents, but probably to the whole of Angel Square.
Considering that this was going to be on every single newspaper, he had probably come out to the whole world.
He had been there to show his support for Alec or just to see his face one last time – he didn’t know which.
He had silently told the other man to choose his heart – even though he had never thought that Alec would actually listen.
When Alec came out, the entire auditorium – which had been eerily quiet throughout the whole of his speech – had erupted like fireworks on Fourth of July. There were shocked gasps and rushed whispers and uncomfortable coughs.
There was even a loud ‘yeah boi’ from the audience, which Magnus strongly suspected to be Herondale.
Every single Shadowhunter who was present in that room had briefly lost their mind.
Magnus didn’t know whether Alec was a complete and utter idiot or whether he was the bravest man he had ever met.
But he knew one thing for sure – He was completely and utterly in love with Alec Lightwood.
And that’s what scared him.
Just because Alec wanted to make things right with the Downworld…Just because Alec was out now, it didn’t mean that he wanted to be with Magnus.
And why would he?
Why would he ever want to be with anyone like Magnus?
Especially after what Alec had learned over the weekend.
Magnus had lost his father. He had lost Edom and he had lost Alec.
Magnus had given up on the other man because he didn’t want Alec to lose Idris or his family. But Alec had given up all of it and Magnus didn’t know what to do.
He had left the auditorium and had gone to the only place that always managed to bring him some solace.
So, here he was, sitting on the footsteps of The Circle – that had cost him not one, but two parents.
When he heard the footsteps he knew. He had come to the burned down church not only because he was looking for solace. But because he was looking for something else and his heart told him that he would find it here tonight.
“Thought you’d be out celebrating,” Magnus pointed out.
“Most Shadowhunters are party poopers,” Alec shrugged, standing a few feet away in his usual white shirt, but wearing an expensive black designer jacket for once.
“How did they take it?” Magnus asked quietly, letting the wind carry his voice.
“Well, I think some of them are still in denial. They probably think this is some sort of joke or publicity stunt. But I am not s-”
“Not them,” Magnus interrupted. “It doesn’t matter they think.”
“Oh,” Alec said. “Mom is pissed. I don’t think I have ever seen her that angry. Dad…I think he is just confused.”
“They’ll come around,” Magnus promised.
“How do you know?” Alec asked, as if he didn’t believe in the prospect at all.
“Because it’s impossible to stay away from you,” Magnus replied honestly. “Trust me, I’d know.”
Alec stared at him a moment, taking his words in one at a time. Magnus barely had the time to comprehend what was happening when the other man crossed the space between them and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug.
Magnus buried his face on the crook of Alec’s neck and as the other man rested his face on Magnus’ shoulder. He breathed in the familiar scent he had missed in the past week.
If you ask anyone, they would say that Alec Lightwood smelled like coffee from head to toe.
But not to Magnus. To Magnus, he smelled like warmth, safety and happiness.
Alec Lightwood smelled like everything a child from the Downworld dreamed about at night.
The other man pulled back and ran his hand from Magnus’ chest to his abdomen. Magnus wondered if Alec had a thing for his upper body when he realized the Shadowhunter was completely focusing on something else.
He was touching the silk fabric of his emerald blue shirt with such focus and care. There was a soft, content and nostalgic look on his face. It seemed like Alec was doing something he had been dreaming about his entire life.
“I don’t know if you are admiring me or my shirt,” Magnus commented, bring the other man from his trance.
Alec grinned at that.
“I am allowed to admire two things at the same time.”
Magnus looked at him then and he couldn’t believe that Alec Lightwood was real.
“Why did you do it?” Magnus questioned. “You had Idris. You were the CEO of Idris Incorporated. You had Angel Square. You had everything.”
“Not everything,” Alec whispered, grabbing Magnus’s face with one hand.
Magnus gently removed the other man’s hand and walked away from him.
“Are you sure?” Magnus asked. “After everything…After my father and what-”
“You are the one who told me that we are not responsible for our parent’s choices,” Alec reminded him.
“You don’t know the whole story!” Magnus retorted.
“Then tell me!” Alec pleaded. “Tell me everything and trust me to listen.”
Magnus didn’t want to. He didn’t want to Alec to listen because he didn’t want Alec to walk away.
“Magnus, please,” Alec said, taking a small, careful step toward him.
So, Magnus did. He told Alec about the The Circle, about Valentine, about all of it.
And Alec did what he promised – he listened.
“You know the worst thing about this?” Magnus let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t hate him. He killed my mother. My best friend. He was the reason all those innocent people died. He did so many bad things and yet…I don’t hate him. I still love him, Alexander.”
Tears rolled down his eyes, not quite strong enough to hold back any longer.
“My father is a cold-blooded murderer. He is a heartless monster and I still love him. What does that make me?”
Alec moved closer again and raised Magnus’ chin slowly, urging Magnus to look at him.
“He was a horrible person,” Alec said in a serious tone. “But he tried his best to be a good father. You don’t hate him. You just hate what he did. Love is not a tap that you can turn on and off. This is someone you loved your entire life. Just because you found that they are not who you thought they were - it doesn’t mean you’ll wake up the next morning automatically hating them. It’s okay for you to not hate him. Just don’t hate yourself for it.”
Alec held his face his both hands and laid a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I don’t care who your dad is. I care who you are,” he continued, his words strong and clear. “Your heart is so full of love that it is incapable of hatred. It is full of kindness and compassion – even to those who have failed you in the worst possible ways. It doesn’t matter what he did. It doesn’t define who you are. You are the furthest thing away from a heartless monster.”
And in that moment, Magnus understood.
He had given up Alec because the other man had been a difficult choice. But now Magnus knew that he will always choose this man above everything else. And it wasn’t because he was difficult. Life wasn’t about making difficult choices – it was about making the right ones.
And there was no choice more right for him than Alexander Lightwood.
“Thank you,” Magnus breathed out softly.
“You know, you need to learn to take your own advice,” Alec pointed out as Magnus wiped away his tears. “We are not responsible for the choices of our parents.”
Magnus really wanted to smile at that, but he couldn’t. So instead he said, “I am a work in progress.”
Alec nodded seriously. “You mean…You are under construction?”
Magnus’ heart skipped a beat and his lips curved slightly on their accord.
“I knew a lame pun would make you smile,” Alec beamed cheerfully, first pumping the air in glee.
What did he ever do to deserve this man in his life?
“I am sorry I haven’t been…” Magnus started his apology. “I just…I haven’t been myself. I need to-”
“Hey,” Alec whispered and looked at him in the eye. “It’s okay. You have been hurt. You are allowed to take time for yourself. Magnus, in the last couple of days, you have lost everything.”
“Not everything,” Magnus smiled again, cupping Alec’s face with one hand.
The other man enveloped him into a hug again. They stayed like that for a minute or hours – Magnus didn’t know and didn’t care.
“I am sorry,” Magnus confessed when they broke apart. “I am sorry for walking out on you. I just didn’t want to be one more thing that you had to worry about.”
“I always worry about you,” Alec confessed, adjusting Magnus' jacket to protect him from the cold. “But not the way you think.”
He took Magnus’ hand and clasped it tightly into his. “If this is going to work…You have to promise me. You have to promise that you will not choose my happiness over yours. You have to promise that you will let me make my own choices. Promise me you won’t choose for me.”
“I won’t,” Magnus nodded sincerely. “I promise.”
He ran his other hand over Alec’s face, pushing away the strands of hair dancing in the cold wind. “Will you promise me something in return?”
Alec looked at him earnestly and nodded with a smile, without even asking.
“Promise me you will never hide anything from me. Promise me no matter how much you think it would hurt me or how bad it is, you will always tell me the truth. Promise me that there will be no more secrets.”
Alec closed his hand around their clasped fingers. “I promise.”
Magnus pulled him back into the hug and decided that he was never going to let the other man go. He heard Alec sniffling lightly and looked at him in concern.
“Why are you crying?” Magnus asked immediately worried.
Alec laughed through his tears and shook his head. “I-I”m just…I’m just really cheesy about reunion scenes. S-Sorry.”
Magnus chuckled at that. They both sat down on the rickety stairs of the burned down church and looked at the tall towers of New York in front of them.
“What are we going to do?” Magnus asked Alec and anyone who was willing to listen.
He had lost Edom. Alec had lost Idris. They had both lost everything.
Well…almost.
“I actually have an idea,” Alec put forth hesitantly. “What if we start our own company?”
Magnus always dove into things headfirst – not overthinking and letting instincts take over.
Alec, on the other hand, carefully calculated each step – carrying a large binder full of backup plans.
They would make a perfect team.
“It’s been less than a few hours since I have given up my position, but people have already backed me up. Apparently, I am not the only one who wants to work with Downworlders. The Herondales, Waylands and Penhallows – They all want to help.”
It wasn’t going to be easy. When you try to do something good, people always oppose you. When you start to ruffle the bad feathers - that’s when you know you are on the right track. He knew that they are choosing the hard road ahead. It was the difficult choice.
But sometimes in life, the difficult choices – Magnus had learned today – also turn out to be the right ones.
“We could build a company where we don’t segregate based on race or sexuality or gender or any stupid label. We could just treat people for…being people.”
“And where would we start?”
“I thought that we could start with what we were always supposed to start with. It’s what brought us together.”
“The training school for Downworlders?” Magnus asked, thinking of the abandoned Morning Star project.
“Not exactly,” Alec replied. “A school for everyone. We need a place where kids can study without being separated into categories. All of this bullshit exists because of our existing prejudice. It’s too late to change the minds of those who have been poisoned. But we can work for the future. Our future. What do you think? I already know a couple of people who are interested in running the school. If we can find the investors…”
“I think I can help with that,” Magnus intervened, thinking of the Blackthorns and Chens and everyone else who had called him earlier today.
“Yeah?” Alec smiled. “I know this isn’t going to be easy. We have to start from the very beginning. It will take us years to get there. But I think it will be worth it, Magnus. It will be worth it for people like us. What do you think?”
Magnus was thinking many things right now. But on top of his head there was one thing.
Raphael had once told him that Magnus would never date anyone that Ragnor would have approved of. So, every time Magnus dated someone, he would look at them and think “Would Ragnor approve of you?”
The answer would always be an immediate ‘No!’ and the relationship always ended eventually. But with Alec…He just knew. He knew Ragnor would have approved. Hell, they would have even been friends!
“I once asked you,” Alec said, his voice small. “I once asked you to help me build a bridge. Now I am asking you again. Are you interested?”
Magnus looked at the man standing in front of him then.
Anxious yet confident.
Vulnerable yet strong.
Kind yet uncompromising.
He looked at his Alexander – the most beautiful juxtaposition to ever exist.
He pulled Alec’s face closer to his and gently pressed their foreheads together.
“I am interested,” Magnus whispered.
“I am not sure if you are interested in the idea or in me,” Alec pointed out.
Magnus grinned at that.
“I am allowed to be interested in two things at the same time.”
Alec grinned back and bumped his head against Magnus’ softly.
“Where are we going to build it?” Alec asked him. “It’s going to be really hard to find a place in Angel Square where Downworld children will be allowed. I mean, even though some people are okay with, it doesn’t mean everyone will support it. I am not sure if the Downworlders would allow Shadowhunter children into their part of the city. This is going to be a problem isn’t it? We should consult s-”
“Why don’t we build it here?” Magnus asked, the idea popping into his mind.
“Here?”
“Yes, here.”
He looked around the burned down church that showed nothing but tragedy and pain. It reminded him of everything he had lost. He didn't want to look at it anymore. He was done. Magnus realized he would rather look at everything he had to look forward to.
“Think about it,” Magnus urged, getting up from the stairs and gesturing around the space excitedly. “No one is ever going to build anything here because they think it’s spooky or cursed. We won’t have to spend much to buy this property because there is no demand for it at all. And it is located right in the exact spot that divides Angel Square and the Downworld.”
Alec had that face on – the one that meant he was skeptical and unsure.
“Every time I look at this place, it reminds of the differences between our people. It is a symbol of hatred, prejudice and destruction. If we are going to build a place that promotes equality, we need to get rid of The Circle, Alec. This needs to go. We need a symbol of hope. People should walk in here and think about the future, not about the past.”
The Shadowhunter had an odd look on his face now. He got up from the staircase and walked up to Magnus.
“What do you think?” Magnus questioned, biting into his lower lip.
“I think my new business partner has excellent ideas,” Alec smiled.
Magnus grinned back at him as they both observed the space around them.
And another idea struck him.
“Do you think we can call this place ‘Shadow World’?” Magnus asked hesitantly.
“You want to call the school ‘Shadow World?” Alec asked back. “As in-”
“Shadow for Shadowhunters and World for Downworlders,” Magnus explained. “I know there is a lot to fix among our people. But there are good in us too. I think we need to learn how to pick the good things and focus on those. If we build it here, in the middle of both areas…If we give this name…It might be a reminder that we need to work together in order to build a better future.”
He didn’t know if all of this would work out. But he knew that if they are going to do this, they had to do it right.
“Do you like it?” he asked the other man, worried that Alec might not be happy with the name.
Alec gave him that same look again - The odd one that made his face softer and somehow lighter.
“I love it,” Alec smiled. “I love you.”
And Magnus’ heart started to beat ten times faster.
Or it stopped beating all together – it was definitely one of those two.
“You love me?” Magnus breathed out, not believing his ears or Alec’s tongue.
Alec took Magnus’ hand and kissed the inside of his palm.
“Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.”
Magnus would have recognized those lines anywhere.
“Hamlet,” he whispered.
“It’s your favorite, isn’t it?”
It was. Every Shakespeare nerd had their favorite and Magnus’ was hamlet – the story about a boy who was haunted by his father’s past.
That was some unfortunate foreshadowing from Shakespeare.
“I never told you that,” Magnus realized and said out loud. “I don’t think I have ever told that to anyone exce-”
Alec gave him a giant grin and Magnus lost his shit.
“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU ARCHER BOY?”
Alec nodded, unable to control his laughter any longer.
“WHAT THE HELL! WERE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ME???”
Alec shook his head, still shaking with laughter.
“ALEXANDER, WERE YOU LISTENING TO A WORD I SAID? NO MORE SECRETS, YOU ASSHOLE!”
“I-I thought I’d maintain some mystery in our relationship!!!”
Magnus swatted him in the arm, which lead to the instant realization that Alec had REALLY NICE biceps.
“I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Alec apologized, feeling suddenly tensed. “I just…I know I ghosted you back then and…I thought if you knew…You’d be angry.”
“I am really pissed at you,” Magnus admonished. “But I also just found out that you are an archer and therefore have amazing arms so I guess you are forgiven.”
Alec’s smile returned to his face and disappeared immediately.
“Do you…Do you love me?”
Magnus had once thought that he could never love someone like Alec Lightwood.
But now, he couldn’t imagine loving anyone other than Alec Lightwood.
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”
Alec gasped softly. “Oh my god! Jace was right! You are Juliet!”
Magnus chuckled at Alec’s reaction. “For once I agree with Herondale.”
Alec chuckled with him.
They stood side by side in front of The Circle – the very thing that had brought them apart once. The very thing that had destroyed many dreams and lives.
They looked each other then and the space around them. They looked at the future that awaited them.
“Do you think we can pull this off?” Magnus asked.
Alec took his hand and looked at the burned down church in front of him.
“When you are standing next to me, I feel like I can do anything.”
Magnus closed his eyes and thought of his mother and Ragnor. And then he remembered his father.
When he had lost his father, he had thought that it was the end. He had thought that he was never going to be loved that unconditionally ever again. He had thought that he would never get to give away all the love he had in his heart.
But just because you lose the people you love, it doesn’t mean that you are done loving.
That’s the most beautiful thing about love. Like Juliet eloquently put it – love was infinite.
He looked at Alec. He remembered all his friends who had invaded his apartment to keep him safe.
No matter the loss, love finds its way back. It always does.
He didn’t know what the future held for him. He didn’t know whether it was all going to work out. But he did know one thing.
He was loved and for now, that was enough.
“But there is something I want to do first,” Alec remarked and brought Magnus back to the blissfully beautiful present.
“What is it?” Magnus inquired, willing to do anything.
Alec turned around, facing him, staring at him intently.
“You told me to come back when I am sober, to come back when I am ready…when I am sure that I wanted you. You told me if I do that, you will say yes…You told me that you will kiss me.”
Magnus’ breath hitched and heart leaped.
“Ask me if I am sober.”
Magnus grinned at the other man and realized he was never going to stop smiling for a while.
“Are you sober, Mr. Lightwood?”
“Sober as a judge, Mr. Bane.”
“Are you ready, Mr. Lightwood?”
“100%, Mr. Bane.”
“Are you sure you want me, Alexander?” Magnus whispered against the other man’s lips.
Alec took a step closer and grabbed Magnus by the lapels of his black jacket.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered back and crashed their lips together.