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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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"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."

"Hardly," Alec murmurs. There is nothing of Alec in the main rooms. He keeps his Shadowhunter equipment in his room, and owns nothing else. He leads the way to the kitchen and gestures around hopelessly.

"I believe there is everything we need in here."

He starts poking through the cupboards and the fridge, trying to see what it is they could cook. Magnus is not exactly a great cook himself. He can half put a meal together which is probably better than Alec anyway.

"Oh look, wine."

Alec shrugs. "I remembered you liked it with cooking," he commented. "It's all yours...as payment...or thanks."

The look he throws Alec is soft and a little surprised and he uncorks it with a sudden flair of magic, finding two glasses and pouring the wine out.

"Only because if I'm drunk enough I don't have to taste the burnt bits."

He crosses the room and hands Alec his glass, close enough to touch now.

Alec's fingers brush Magnus. A jolt goes through him that has nothing to do with Magnus' magic. He wants to draw Magnus close, and forget everything. Every second that he can't hurts. Alec would even wear sparkle to get him back.

He jerks the glass back quickly and takes a sip. His licks his lips. "Please tell me you are better at this than Izzy."

His gaze follows the track of Alec's tongue before he has to turn away. "Your sister once made me eat her stew. I can definitely do better."

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