He steps closer slowly, feeling oddly as though he’s attempting not to spook a wild animal.Īlec doesn’t move for a long, terrible minute before he abruptly jolts forward, closing the distance between he and Magnus in three loping strides. When Alec finally looks up from where he’s been staring blankly at the weapons rack in front of him, he meets Magnus’ eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.Īlec swallows harshly, still staring helplessly at Magnus, and Magnus’ worry increases exponentially. Today has been unusually quiet with the exception of Alec’s early morning summons, but perhaps something happened with his siblings? Alec’s expression is far too close to shock, far too close to frozen disbelief, for Magnus’ comfort. As High Warlock, Magnus generally hears of any major goings-on of the local Shadow World, which very much includes the Institute, even without the benefit of being the partner of the Institute’s Acting Head.
There’s an expression on Alec’s face that Magnus has never seen before, and Magnus’ heart speeds up in sudden worry. “Darling?” Magnus prompts, stepping carefully towards his Shadowhunter, suddenly unsure. His bow is hidden from sight, glamoured as it usually is when Alec isn’t on patrol, but his quiver is still on his back and his seraph blade is prominent in the holster on his thigh. Alec is standing in their entryway, still fully dressed in his formal blacks from the meeting he’d been summoned to in Alicante that morning. “Alec?” Magnus calls again, worried at the continued silence.
When Alec fails to respond to his call, Magnus casts a quick preservation charm on his cauldron, flicking his fingers nimbly to remove the various protective charms on his person as he hastens from the apothecary to the living room. This afternoon, however, the loft is silent (and Magnus himself is sadly unkissed). He’d felt the Shadowhunter pass through his wards a few minutes earlier and Magnus can normally set his watch by the exact amount of time it takes for Alec to shed his weapons and come greet Magnus with a gentle kiss. “Alec?” Magnus calls uncertainly, listening for the sound of Alec’s weapons being placed in the rack Magnus has long since installed for his partner.
Magnus looks up from the surface of the finicky potion he’s brewing for a client, still scowling slightly as the potion’s hue stubbornly remains a rather verdant leaf-green instead of the soft mint of the completed brew. (See the end of the work for more notes.) Also, if the Consular High Warlock bit didn't serve as enough of a clue, this is set in the same universe as "A Man Never Stands Taller" and can be considered a some-what direct sequel.įinally, I love comments, but no criticism please, constructive or otherwise. I hope it's generally clear from context, but, if not, this is set vaguely post-canon in terms of Malec-y plotlines, but Magnus and Alec aren't married yet, Magnus is still High Warlock of Brooklyn and Consular High Warlock of Americas, and the Downworld Cabinet is Magnus, Maia, Raphael, and Meliorn. Although, to be realistic, looking forward to the absolutely stunning art that Corvus Cloudburst created for this project of my two absolute favorite scenes was definitely even more motivation!įirstly, this fic has definitely fallen into my general theme of "Canon What Canon" in terms of timeline and, well, pretty much everything. Well, this has been a journey! I've been working on this fic on and off since September 2018, and the Malec Discord Mini-Bang gave me the push I needed to finally finish it. Malec Discord Mini Bang 2020 Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 28706 Chapters: 6/6 Comments: 804 Kudos: 1717 Bookmarks: 281 Hits: 22960
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