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angel by the wings by aleclove
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
26 May 2018
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For a second Magnus entertains the idea of divine intervention. He thinks back to this afternoon, Alec talking about his faith with a steady conviction and a fire that lit his hazel eyes with the flickering dance of flames. The way he'd described it as, “things he knows to be invariably true, the realest thing he's ever felt"...well, it's enough to make Magnus pause. Alec had seemed so sure, then, that the answer he had was the right one, guided as he was by his ‘truth’ and his scripture. But beyond that, Alec seemed…ethereal, in that moment. Taller, somehow, with broad, strong shoulders and a light that seemed to emanate from him, pure white and blinding in the dusty air of the classroom.
Magnus might not believe in a God, but in the face of Alec's conviction? He's finding it harder not to believe in him.
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Catholic school AU where Magnus and Alec are stubborn, Jace and Isabelle aren't having it, and Raphael spends his time praying for them to all get their lives together already.
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Alec’s eyes are full of wonder. It sends a spark of heat straight down Magnus’s spine. “That’s so cool. Can you—okay, sorry, I know this is lame. But could you say something? Anything you want.”
Magnus’s smile is soft at the possibility in that. There are a million things he wants to say to Alec, each more inadequate than the last. “Anything?”
“Yeah, please.”
Take it slow. Friends for now. ‘I can’t live without you.’ Lost and found…Magnus takes a deep breath, eyes closing as his breath echoes hot against the shell of Alec’s ear.
There’s only one thing he wants to say.
“Aku cinta kamu,” he whispers, letting the words drip velvet-slow off his tongue. I love you. I love you.
When Alec leans against the armrest of the couch, that strange look from earlier is back. The one Magnus couldn’t decipher…there’s a glassiness to his eyes that wasn’t there before. “Magnus,” he breathes, hands shaking in his lap, “what does that mean?”
“It means this,” Magnus says, closing the distance between their lips.