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Magnus was wafted into the smell of Alexander, a rough cologne that smelt of burnt paper and dry soap. Black walls caved Alec’s room, unmistakable clean for Magnus’ taste yet it was very Alexander. Clean, one word that he would call Alec anyway. The curtains were drawn close, yet small rays of sunlight danced across the wooden floor, melting into the black arrayed furniture in every corner.
Magnus didn’t think much of it at first, yet there was a flash of – something – that caught Magnus’ eyes. Alec’s bow, it was displayed as equally equip as the rest of the room, well defined and certainly attractive. Magnus’ heart began to race, he had seen Alec use it before and the outcome…. Magnus practically made a puddle of drool on Alec’s carpet remembering the sight once more.
Next to the bow was a neatly placed leather book, on the front of it was the angelic rune. I think anyway, Magnus raised a single brow, unsure of its contents, he opened the journal up. Blinking twice… it was a poem of some sort; Alec didn’t scream the sort that would journal thoughts in poems. Magnus touched the page softly, as though the book was Alec himself.
Magnus began to read.
Mystery
You wander through my thoughts,
Your voice as husky as sweet,
Your eyes making my stomach twist into knots,
As I know you and I are complete,
You buzz around me without your being,
And I know I want you by my side,
Yet I fear of fleeing,
Knowing a part of me will die,
I feel a void between us,
And you and I stand feet apart,
The worst part as we discuss,
As though you don’t know you belong in my heart,
You begin to be a mystery,
And hope to understand our history.
Magnus lulled his eyes back, of course, Magnus began, a poem of Jace. Magnus pushed his lips forward, a hot fluid boiling in the pit of his stomach as he shut the book in a huff. He crossed his arms over his chest as his fingers found their way to his rings, jealously wasn’t a good look on Magnus. In fact, Magnus hardly ever got jealous, but the fact that Alec was writing a poem for someone that didn’t reciprocate his feelings only brought fire to his attention. He didn’t want his Alexander getting hurt in the process of loving someone else he can’t force himself from.
The door opened and Alec stopped in his track.
“Magnus?” Alec began, his question a voice of reason.
“Oh Alexander!” Magnus began, clasping his hands under his chin, turning away from his journal. “I was just looking for you!”
“Oh…” Alec’s eyes averted to the shut book beside Magnus. “What were you doing?”
Magnus whitened, the stopped himself. Don’t be stupid. “Admiring your amazing bow,” he said. “I like it hanging on the wall like that… looks sexy.”
Alec turned multiple colours of red before smiling and ushering Magnus outside.