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Post by MAGNUS KAEL BANE on Dec 27, 2009 21:44:33 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING ( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e) It was dark, almost cave-dark, and Magnus was creeping through the halls, his heart hammering. He knew what night it was, and the horror of it sent shivers down his spine. The shivers weren’t from the cold, even if he was practically turning into ice in his thin pajamas. He made his way up the one flight of stairs, able to hear the muffled screams of every resident in the house. The kitchen and wait staff's blood was soaking into the downstairs' carpet, dyeing the already dark fabric almost black. The shimmering silver blood of one of the many faerie servants created a beautiful pattern in the gore. The warlock shuddered again, his feet carrying him swiftly and soundlessly through the house. He didn't know where he was trying to get to until his hand was on the doorknob, clammy with sweat, the chill of the evening creeping in on him again. "Please be okay," he whispered to whoever would listen. He slowly opened the door, wincing as the hinges squeaked loudly. He peeked into the room and saw a black-clad figure looming over his Master's sleeping form. A Nephilim. The Shadowhunters. "N-no! Don't! Run, Master, please!" The words spilled out of his mouth, making the figure spin around to look at him. His hands were already stained with blood, his bright blue eyes staring into his, making him shake a little. "A-Alec... How could you...?"he whispered softly as the stele plunged toward his chest.
Magnus woke up with a jolt, gasping and grabbing at his throat. His heart was pounding almost painfully against his ribs. He squeezed his cat-yellow eyes shut, his colorful bedroom spinning sickeningly. The nightmares were getting worse, he had to admit that. Having Alec show up in it was also new. They seemed so real, he couldn’t help thinking that even if the young Shadowhunter did love him, it was possible for him to turn on him. One order and he would be through. He bit his lip, glancing over at the sleeping teen. Alec Lightwood. His Alec. He smiled and leaned down to press a small kiss to his shoulder. Even if they weren’t actually taking their relationship to a more physical level, they still slept in the same bed practically every night. The High Warlock of Brooklyn wasn’t going to complain about it, since he enjoyed every second he had with Alec. Magnus was getting a bit impatient, though. He sighed, rubbing his face down, glittery eyeliner smearing on his cheeks as he did. There wasn’t a moment where Magnus didn’t sparkle in some way.
The warlock sighed again and shoved his mass amount of blankets off his legs, swinging them over the side of the huge mattress on the floor. He could hear Chairman Meow whining from the other side of his door, tiny claws scraping against the dark wood. “Ugh. I’m coming, I’m coming, okay? Patience!” he called out toward the kitten. He slipped on a dark hoodie and some socks before heading over to the door and opening it, lifting the cat into his arms. The tiny orange thing clung to his shirt, nails pricking his tan chest lightly. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” he cooed at the kitten, heading toward the kitchen. The cat mewed loudly and Magnus chuckled, setting him down on the counter. “Let’s make some breakfast for you and Mr. Lightwood, shall we? I have a feeling he’ll wake up the second he smells something edible.” Or smoke, whichever comes first, Magnus couldn’t help thinking. He wasn’t the best chef in the world, but he was much better than Isabelle. God, even Chairman Meow was a better cook than Alec’s sister. “Why don’t you go wake him up? You can have those crackers you like if you do.” He set the cat on the floor, watching it disappear into the bedroom. A moment later there was a surprised gasp and a few muffled curses and Magnus smirked, satisfied. “Breakfast, Alec!” he yelled innocently.
WORD COUNT six six six
LYRICS: HOMECOMING - HEY MONDAY
OUTFIT PAJAMAS!
NOTES UGH. I DON'T LIKE THIS ONE. THEY'LL GET BETTER, THOUGH!
TAG ALEC <3
CREDIT: cold WINTERS n i g h t (FOR THE BANNER) & FAMOUSLASTWORDS (FOR THE TEMPLATE) @ caution 2.0
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Post by noellethestar17 on Dec 31, 2009 23:12:38 GMT -5
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART it was dark, but not cave dark. moonlight streamed into the room through half open blinds, illuminating two teenagers sprawled across a bed. alec tucked a lock of magnus's hair behind his ear, taking a moment to revel in the fact that it was un-spiked, glitter-less, and strewn in the sort of messy bedhead way magnus hated and he loved. sex hair, isabelle would have called it. alec, as he leaned over to kiss magnus full on the mouth, would have told her not to be hasty. they were working on it. things began to accelerate, and suddenly clothes were flying everywhere, and when alec inhaled he breathed in not oxygen, but magnus. or maybe those two were the same thing. magnus winked just as heaven broke over him like a wave, making him gasp for air, making his vision turn red at the edges and his head spin, and everything was magnus in the best way possible, and -
"fucking hell!" the pleasure dissolved into a pain that ripped at alec's face, tearing him abruptly from the dream he had been enjoying so thoroughly. his eyes flew open. chairman meow was sitting on his chest, looking much too cute and innocent for alec's liking. the cat jumped delicately from his chest to the ground, gone before alec even had the chance to sit up. "fucking cat." a string of muttered curses hung in the air as alec forced himself to sit up, pressing a finger to his injured face. he could feel the scratch that ran from his eye to his cheek - not deep, not serious, but more than likely red and irritated. not to mention that it hurt like hell. wondering vaguely if steles healed cat scratches and still cursing chairman meow under his breath, alec reluctantly pulled himself out of bed. this was admittedly not the way he had wanted to wake up, and he considered going back to sleep in the hopes that he could go back to his dream and magnus might kiss him gently awake, possibly wearing only an apron and offering him coffee and pancakes. unfortunately, the chances of returning to his dream were slim. and besides, he could already smell breakfast cooking.
and so he got up, searching for the sweater he had been wearing the day before. a quick survey of the room revealed it was nowhere in plain sight. alec sighed grumpily. he had been awoken from the best dream he had dreamt in ages by a cat scratching his face, and now he couldn't find his favorite sweater. so far, this was not turning out to be a good day. alec eyed magnus's closet warily, wondering if maybe he could pull a shirt from there. the prospects of finding something that was nondescript enough for his liking seemed slim, though, and alec didn't particularly want to wear anything brightly colored or glitter laden. resigning himself to going bare chested, alec headed to the kitchen. there was always the possibility that magnus had put his sweater somewhere, after all. though if that was the case he probably wasn't going to get it back. magnus had been trying to update his wardrobe ever since they had met.
"your cat is a demon from hell." alec said sullenly upon finding his boyfriend, though he perked up a bit at the sight of food. food was good. food could make him feel better almost without exception. alec leaned in to kiss magnus chastely on the cheek, glancing around as though to look for his sweater (though why it would be in the kitchen was beyond him). "and have you seen my sweater? the black one? i can't find it." the sweater had actually faded to a sort of gray from constant wear, but alec figured magnus would know the one he was talking about. he wore it almost constantly, after all.
outfit: click!
tag: magnus bane.
words: six four nine.
layout: (C) MIZZ AUTOMATIC !of caution! 2.0
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Post by MAGNUS KAEL BANE on Jan 1, 2010 8:40:31 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e) "We all have a little demon in us, Alec," Magnus told him, smiling at the shirtless form of his boyfriend. He loved his bed-head, but it made him want to attack him with a brush and make it look sexy somehow. Glitter. It was all about the glitter. He smiled as he felt warm lips against his cheek, finding it just too cute. He wanted to just steal a quick kiss from his lips. But he was already half-way across the room, complaining about his sweater. Magnus giggled nervously and flipped one of the pancakes he was cooking over. "Your ex-black sweater that's seen one too many days in the Institute's washing machine?" he asked, blushing. "No, I haven't seen it since last night before bed." He shrugged, glad that Alec wasn't looking at his face to see his eyes flicker. He hated it when people pointed out his lies. Like when Clary did. Not that he didn't like Clary (kind of), but her noticing almost everything got annoying. "I'll help you look for it after breakfast. Or you could borrow one of my shirts." He glanced over at Alec, his smile begging for a yes. Just one itty bitty yes.
He bit his lip and leaned over to flick off the stove, pushing Chairman Meow under the counter so his boyfriend wouldn't kill him. He carried a plate of pancakes over to Alec and sat down next to him, kissing him full on the mouth, just because he could, his hand cupping his cheek lightly, just barely touching the small cut on his cheek. "I'm sorry that my cat is oh-so evil. You know he means well. It's almost ten, anyways. don't you have to hang out with your other boyfriend today?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled back. His other boyfriend was Jace, obviously. The perfect little bastard with the blond hair and pale eyes. "Training or something? Fighting demons?" He sighed. He'd really wanted to just lay in bed and watch movies all day with Alec, or some silly thing that normal boyfriends did. The human ones. The ones that weren't half-demon and half-angel. Nephilim and Lilith’s Children were not supposed to fall in love. It just didn’t work like that. But did Magnus really care what was right or wrong? No, not really. As long as he got what he wanted.
Magnus leaned back in his chair, grabbing his cup of coffee off the table and taking a sip. “Have any good dreams?” he asked softly, peering up at him from the rim of his bright purple mug with the child’s hand print on it. “I hope it wasn’t that good because of your rude awakening.” He bit his lip, trying not to laugh that he could get so pissed off at his cat over that. He leaned back over and pressed a kiss to his scratched cheek. “Um, I’ve been having nightmares, though. And they’ve been kind of scaring the shit out of me.” He shivered at the thought of the seraph blade, and the screams. “But whatever. I’ve seen worse than those.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair, trying to relax. Trying to get ‘Master’ off his brain. He sipped at his coffee, frowning. He’d seen worse. He had to keep reminding himself of that. The nightmares meant nothing… Right?
WORD COUNT FIVE FIVE NINE
LYRICS: HOMECOMING - HEY MONDAY
OUTFIT PAJAMAS!
NOTES YAY FOR FIVE A.M. !
TAG ALEC <3
CREDIT: cold WINTERS n i g h t (FOR THE BANNER) & FAMOUSLASTWORDS (FOR THE TEMPLATE) @ caution 2.0
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