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Cooking Lessons

Who: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane
Where: A kitchen
When: Day 87, lunch time
Summary: Alec's never had to cook in his life and he's turned to his ex-boyfriend for help.

There are a lot of things going wrong in Alec’s life. He’s made a mental list of them and dwelt on each one. His inability to cook, and Magnus are at the top. Today he plans to over come one and try to face the other. He’s nervous as he waits at the agreed meeting place for Magnus, naturally he is ten minutes early.

His clothes are looser on him and he’s biting at a fingernail absentmindedly. Fighting a Greater demon would be easier than this.

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Magnus' blazer lapels are pink - that's always a good sign, it means his power is working for now at least. And if he uses it for frivolous things that make him feel more in control well then the only one who would see that is Alec.

He's more subdued here though, that much is obvious, hair falling into his eyes in a way that hides his centuries of age. He ambles a little, but his gaze is purposeful when it seeks Alec out and if he feels a pang in his chest he tries to bury it quickly.

"You know I could have come to your place directly, Alec."

Once the the sight of Magnus, in any form of dress would have brought a smile to Alec's face.

"I wanted to meet you somewhere neutral." It would have been too familiar, to simply let Magnus into the house. He straightens his shoulders and gestures down the path that leads to his place.

"Shall we? My housemate is out." Which is a good thing, he doesn't feel comfortable sharing a place with someone who isn't a Shadowhunter.

"Are we at war?"

His head tilts to one side, a curious expression on his face though he moves to fall Alec the minute he starts. "Who is your roommate?"

"We aren't exactly getting on," Alec points out quietly with a shrug as they walk. And the knowledge tugs at him constantly.

It's a relief when Magnus gives him something else to talk about.

"She calls herself Jo, we haven't talked much."

The truth of that hits him like he's been physically struck. It's true, he and Alec are barely better than strangers currently. They don't understand each other and they used to so well. He's tired of his empty bed, tired of missing the strong muscle that curved around him when he'd stumble in at ridiculous times in the morning.

He misses Alec. And there's nothing he can do about it.

So he avoids the first half, folds his hands neatly in his pockets and things of how easy it would have been to burst a hole through this place and get them both out. It isn't possible.

"You never were fond of Mundanes."

Every gesture Magus makes is calculated to draw attention to him, even if it is subconscious. It still works on Alec, who watches how is body affects the clothes. He tightens his fingers against his palms. No, he couldn't do this. He couldn't think about Magnus in his spare moments or wake up from a nightmare looking for his comfort.

"What's the point of being fond of them," Alec says with a philosophical shrug. "It's easier to protect them if I don't them." And he didn't need anyone outside his family.

"You can't survive a place like this on your own."

Magnus knows that better than anyone. He's spent his fair time in solitude. Alec may seem like a person who suits it but Magnus doesn't want him to be lonely.

"I can," Alec says firmly. He doesn't mention that he has to because Jace isn't here. There is a limit to the number of times he can bring that name up in conversation without provoking another argument. And old habits die hard, Alec can't throw off the idea that Magnus cares about what he does.

"There are angels here, I will have a purpose."

"Angels?"

Magnus hasn't had the opportunity to speak to any of them yet - and if he has they haven't actually told him what they are yet. But he falters in his step a little, concerned gaze locking on the boy.

"And there hasn't been a town outrage?"

Alec tilts his his chin, he doesn't understand the concern. Blue eyes lock with those cat eyes. It is an honour to have angels who are willing to talk to him. Especially the ones he has used to light the seraph blades.

"I doubt it is common knowledge. Mundanes don't recognise the names of angels. My duty is as clear as it was back home."

"Isn't an angel a bit hard to miss?"

Alec, be a dear and explain to him of the vessels.

Magnus wish is still his command. Alec stops, and looks a little uneasy.

"They are hard to miss, apart from their names."

Possession is a name associated with downworlders. Alec isn't sure what to make of angels taking control of human bodies. Sure the people agree to it but...there was nothing for it in the laws.

"Humans agree for them to share their bodies," he explains reluctantly. It's clear from his face that his world views have been shaken.

Well. That's ... a little startling. He thinks about calling Alec out on it but this is something he wouldn't lie about. Not at all.

"Hark! The herald angel sings through the mouths of the weird little citizens."

"I..." Alec looks at Magnus and stops at the end of his street. His eyebrows are furrowed.

"They are still angels Magnus." He doesn't know if he could give up his body to an angel. 'They don't know about Shadowhunters."

Yup moving on.

"Ah."

He knows what that means to Alec. The race of the Shadowhunters have been chosen directly by God. They have their duty and their destiny and to run into angels who don't know that.

"Well, I'm sure you can enlighten them."

"I will, I will uphold the laws here too." Talking to Magnus shouldn't help but it does. Magnus' opinions always through a different perspective on events.

"Two of them know, now." He pauses as he strides towards the house, his shoulders set. "They have nothing for me to do." That scared him. He isn't needed or wanted by anyone. He has to keep the laws going, or he has nothing left.

"The Clave aren't here, Alexander."

He knows how Magnus feels about the law. He helps because he cares about the people, not about the council. And to see him wind himself up in a place without his rules or duty makes his heart twinge.

"You can be a Shadowhunter anywhere you need to, but we're both stuck here. We're going to need to fit in to survive."

"I don't want to be stripped of my marks when I get home." Alec is willing to flaunt the laws regarding downworlders. He had already broken an unspoken rule by admitting he is gay but...he can't go any further.

He steps closer to Magnus as he resumes walking. They had been each others strength before. "You are standing out."

"Oh."

He flashes him a grin, something sharp and wicked and so very Magnus. "Well, I can hardly tame my own wonder anymore than you can stop being a Lightwood."

There's a pause, then he hums, "We have that in common."

"Don't," Alec pleads quietly. "You wouldn't be talking to me if we weren't stuck here."

"I'd be drunk if we weren't here."

"I would be fi....why?" ALec knows it isn't a good sign.

"Well, that was my plan. Go home, drink, drink more, possibly set fire to something, drink."

Alec has had weeks of missing him. Magnus had five minutes of them being no longer together. He hasn't even had chance to try and find his magic carpet.

"I fought demons," Alec offers. It was head on, rather than just watching Jace's back. He pauses outside his house and takes a steadying breath. Okay, key in the door and open. It's okay.

Ignore the worry please, Magnus.

Don't think he doesn't notice that Alec.

His gaze is curious as he steps inside but there's no real life to it, none of Alec's usual charm. The Institute suits him. Magnus' own home suits him. This doesn't.

"I'm sure the rest of them are quaking in fear."

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