coyandcryptic | Open RP

There wasn't much room for routine in Alec's life lately. Thanks to Clary, Valentine, Jace, and everything in between, his life had been thrown for more than a few loops. He didn't mind, exactly, not that anyone would believe him, but he wasn't sorry his life had taken so many new directions. Didn't mean he was constantly happy about it, though.

This morning finds Alec waking up without an alarm, he hasn't needed one in years, and sneaking out of the Institute for a walk. He would normally take the time to catch up on work, or take advantage of the training areas before there are too many others needing to share the space, but while he's never been particularly claustrophobic, he just felt the need to get out. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Jace appeared to still be up and doing his own version of kick boxing on one of the bags in the gym. Not at all.

He's covered a few blocks, silence and mundane invisibility solidly in place, before he realizes where he's headed. There's no one to question his grin as he stops for a moment and shakes his head. And continues on his way to Magnus' loft.

Alec's still a little floored at the glittery keys Magnus gifted him one day, overly casual, which only served to alert Alec to exactly how much it meant to him. The trust Magnus was showing him. Even if it was a little unnecessary since everyone and their brother seemed to walk right through the door uninvited some days, but that was a gripe for another morning...

He lets himself in quietly, absolutely certain Magnus won't be even close to conscious at just after 7am. Of course he checks just to make sure, having deactivated his runes beforehand, and peeking in to see Magnus very much asleep, awash in a sea of silky sheets, and quickly sees himself back out to open spaces and sunlight to hide the light flush he feels threatening to emerge. Not that there is anyone to judge him except the cats.

At least three of them are peering through the glass from the patio. Alec's pretty sure there's always at least one more hiding somewhere.

It'll be a long time before he doesn't suspect a cat to be more than just a cat.

But these are the usual suspects and Alec is feeling a little more awkward by the moment, waiting around the living room of his sleeping boyfriend (no, it won't lose its novelty), so he takes a breath and grabs a random book off the shelf and heads out to make his peace with the felines. They all do a spectacular job of appearing to ignore him while never letting him out of their sight. A skill he's still trying to perfect. Cats.

He's settled into a chair before he realizes the book he grabbed is in a language he has absolutely no hope of reading, and he looks up into a pair of bright green cat eyes in a smushed, grey furry face, belonging to the old cat perched on the chair across from him.

“Like you can read this.”

Guess he'll just engage in a losing battle of staring contests with the beast.

Or start talking.

[A long distance relationship was never easy, but it looked different from the immortal perspective. Some people were worth it, and Thor was absolutely one of them. Magnus had laughed when he'd discovered what it was Thor could do, given that seeing him for the first time had felt like a lightning strike. But it was difficult knowing he was out there alone, wandering space on his self-imposed quest for Infinity Stones. Important, yes, but still. Looking up at the stars was different now.

So he did the only thing he could: he wrote another fire message.]

Dear handsome prince--

Tonight at sunset I saw a shooting star above the horizon. It was a ridiculously photogenic moment, it didn't even look real, and I wished you were here to laugh at nature with me.

I've turned up a few more tidbits of information about the Stones in myths and legends, but from what I can tell, the only one that had ever been here for any length of time is the one you already know about. I hope you're making more progress. I've made a lot more progress on containment spells for them than on researching what they do, if you still don't want to store more than one at a time on Asgard bring it back here.

Or just bring yourself. You must have more scars by now that you need to show off.
I miss you.
<3 Magnus

( From here )

Oh, so it's a theme! Very clever. I'll love whatever you turn up with, as long as you bring yourself ;)

I don't think that was meant as a compliment, but it really still feels like one.

After Crowley doesn't answer his final, rather snarky text, Magnus doesn't give the exchange another thought. Less than a week later, the invitation arrives: the new conclave of High Warlocks, held every ten years, this time to be held at the home of Ragnor Fell, the High Warlock of London. Of course. Fate has a hilarious sense of humor.

In spite of Magnus's reservations toward visiting London again, he does look forward to visiting Ragnor. They've been best friends for centuries, after all, and after the other High Warlocks disperse back to their home cities, Magnus lingers, drinking and bickering and reminiscing with Ragnor until dawn. He should go home, get some rest—he has a nightclub he's opening, after all, he needs his rest—but, well. He's already here. He borrows a dose of Ragnor's energy-restoring potion and portals to a friendly shop in Chelsea.

Walking down the street, he fishes out his phone and calls Crowley. "It just so happens I'm in the neighborhood. Well, I'm in Chelsea, I don't know your neighborhood."

( From here )

You know the way.

[It could be a sudden appearance in his living room, or it could be a knock at his door. There isn't any way to predict it, so Magnus takes a welcome break from what he's been doing, namely: cleaning. It's terrible. He's had magic for these little chores, and not only is he realizing how much time he'd saved, he isn't very good at cleaning. In fact, he's grimy, sweaty, exhausted, and worst of all, he looks it.

He has to take a break to get ready. Even if his magic is gone, he isn't going to look like it. He showers, dresses, does his hair, his eyeliner—getting better at that, though it's still shaky around the edges—and he's at ease in his living room with a book when Loki does arrive.]

Edited 2019-06-23 02:03 (UTC)

( From here )

I do, and you sound delightfully shocked. It isn't something I have the time for most of the time, but when I can, I'll pick something up. Haven't you any guilty pleasures, Alexander?

[Magnus is a very disruptive reader. He doesn't do any of this while watching movies, but when reading? He huffs at the text, laughs aloud, makes little exclamations, tells the characters not to do that. Hums appreciatively during the steamy parts.

Alec would have been distracted in more ways than one, most likely.]

( From here )

[The dots go a little longer, but only for a few seconds this time. He might as well spill.]

I told him to follow his heart, and foolishly thought that would mean he'd follow it to me. Instead, he followed it to a Shadowhunter of good family, to help restore the Lightwood name.
It's a waste of a beautiful soul.

/writes you half a fic as a starter <3

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