Work Text:
Thomas has lost count of the hours he and Alastair have spent in the Sanctuary. It may have been one....two....four( you did expect I was going to say 3, right? Gotcha!). It's not like they are tortured. They had food, blankets, extra clothes, his sister and Bridget making sure Thomas(well, Alastair too) had everything he need. But what he really needed couldn't be brought by anyone, especially by these two loving women. What Thomas needs is right a few meters away from me, a black shadow, a dark prince.... his "roommate", Alastair. Thomas knew his feelings for him sparkled since he was a teenager, always being attracted to Alastair's confident and cold stare. Although, despite his constant arrogant disposition, the Lightwood boy has always seen in Alastair's eyes something more than what he wanted to show. A sadness. A constant grief. Something that he had to wear permanently in his body and soul and which was consuming him on the inside. He didn't know back then what it was and he still doesn't, but that thing is still in Al's eyes..like a fog which is enveloping a whole city. ' These eyes are too beautiful to be so sad.'
In his side of the room, Alastair pretended to read. In fact, he was just laying his eyes on the pages, words seeming indescriptable, like ancient runes. He kept asking himself ' why'. Why did he do this? Why did he come running towards Thomas and defended him? Yes, he did not hate Thomas and of course he didn't want him to be punished for a crime Al knew he didn't commit, but still...why? Rising up only a little bit his eyes from the book, he allowed himself to admire Thomas's profile for a few moments, his ruffled hair, the acvilin nose, beautiful round-shaped lips, broad shoulders...the perfect description for an Adonis. Alastair assumed that this Lightwood is still single because a) he wants to, b) is oblivious to all the looks and smiles he receives at balls, which Al thought it seems like the best answer in Thomas's case. He is as gentle as big, with a huge heart and an enormous sens of loyalty, which is why he started those damned night patrols on his own. What was he thinking? There's a murderer out there! He could have been.... he could... The Carstairs boy didn't even want to think about this. Thomas's ass was also lucky, not just smart.
" What?"
Alastair realised in horror that he was caught. " What ' what'?"
Thomas raised an eyebrow " You were staring. Why? What is it?"
Al was lucky that he is not the type who's blushing badly because he bet he does now. " Don't think so high of yourself, Lightwood. There's only you and my book here. I got bored by the book for a few seconds and, oh, well...you were here too."
Thomas frowned. " I wasn't thinking high, I've assumed you are angry and ready to start a fight or something."
Now it was Alastair's brows to raise. " And why on Earth would I want to do that?"
" Well, you know, because you're locked up here, with me...because you defended me...by the way, opening the subject, why did you do it?"
Oh! So that was it. Damn, Lightwood is not subtle at all. " You are innocent. It didn't seem fair to let them arrest you for nothing."
" Oh... only that...?"
" Yes, only that", said the brunet going back to his book.
" I thought..." Thomas took a deep breath. It was no turning back now. At least, he did not want to turn back now. " I was thinking that...maybe...there's something more."
Alastair raises again his eyes. " Like what?"
" Like...maybe...you starting to develop for me... feelings closer to what I have for you."
Alastair closed the book and put it aside. " And what feelings are those that you have for me, Thomas?"
Thomas felt his cheeks hot. " Well...the kind of feelings.... that usually our parents have for each other."
" So... you feel the need to yell at me because I didn't fold my night shirt and me saying it's because of your headaches?"
" Alastair!"
Alastair sits now in the same position as Thomas and did a gesture that took the Lightwood boy completely by surprise: he placed a soft, but strong hand over his. " I understood what you mean, Thomas. But, despite my ravishing beauty and sharp mind, I do not understand why."
Thomas chuckled hearing his words. " You do have a ravishing beauty, it's true. I am not so sure about the sharpness of the mind, though."
Alastair knew he was blushing now. " Ha. Ha. Funny."
Thomas covered the boy's hand with his own. " It was that time in Paris...Your laugh after you said a joke, your little dance moves hearing the Parisian street music, your perfume which impregnated my clothes even if we didn't touch... I've imagined that another person, specifically Charles Fairchild, was already in your soul, but I couldn't help but hope that, someday, you will feel the same...for me."
Alastair placed his other hand on Thomas's cheek, cupping it. " I could never feel for you what I felt for Charles...."
' So this is how a heartbreak feels..'
"... because you are so much different than him. You are loyal. You're kind. You're honest. He made me suffer. With you, Thomas Lightwood, I'm afraid that I might make you suffer..."
" The only way you could make me suffer is by pushing me away. Don't."
Saying this, Thomas locked, just for a brief moment, his lips on Alastair's. After the short kiss, Al took a deep breathe and looked Thomas tenderly into his eyes.
" Thomas Lightwood, you are, without any doubt, The Prince Charming that every princess needs. But you're not any princess's now. Even for a second, you're mine."
And with it, Alastair took the initiative of a new kiss, one full of promises and hope. The Sanctuary was just a room now because they've escaped a bigger one: their soul.