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It had been a long time coming. Valentine’s supporters had reached a peak level, and it was time for war. The entire Shadow World had been expecting it. What Magnus and Alec hadn’t been expecting, though, was to have to fight that war separately.
It had been decided by the Clave just a few minutes ago that they were not going to accept the Downworlders’ help, and that they would be seen as the enemy if they showed up. Every cell in Alec’s body screamed in fury at the decision, but Magnus’ presence calmed him somewhat. They were both upset, and they both knew that it might not end well, but Magnus spoke up anyway.
“Tell me that you’ll come back.” It was the most vulnerable Alec had ever heard him, and it sent pain spiraling through his chest.
“You know I can’t tell you that. There’s always a chance-”
“Lie to me, then,” Magnus cut him off, every word desperate and choked with emotion. “Just tell me that it will be okay. Tell me that you’re going to walk through that door without a scratch on you. Please.”
Alec looked at him for a moment, really looked at him. His eyes grazed over every little facet, desperate to memorize everything, before he met his boyfriend’s stare once more.
“I’ll come back,” he said, raising his hand to rest on Magnus’ cheek. “I’ll come back, and I’ll be completely fine, and we’ll laugh about how ridiculous we were for worrying at all. Okay?”
Magnus nodded, unshed tears brimming in his eyes, and leaned in, kissing Alec slowly. It felt too much like the last time, too much like the end, so Alec pulled back after only a couple seconds, resting their foreheads together instead. He vowed then and there that he would not allow himself to be a liar.
He would walk through that door without a scratch on him. He had to.