❛    i think the kids are both asleep now .    ❜            soft declaration ,      hushed even after door’s shut behind him .            rafael still had a habit of awaking at the   slightest noises   and would come to find him or magnus each time he did ,      unlike max who slept   like a rock   thankfully enough for them .            so it had been alec’s turn   this   time around to put rafe back to bed .            a spanish lullaby   he’d learned and practiced had soon done the trick .            and yet he can’t help but wait a few more moments at the door ,      listening until he’s   certain   no little feet can be heard from the hallway .            relieved sigh falls once nothing’s heard .

finally does he turn to focus attention back upon magnus .            and features soften a degree more as he looks at him with fondness .      eyes shining brighter   still as he steps closer to the bed ,      curve of mouth lifting ever so slightly .            ❛    but ,      you know ,      i’m not tired yet .    ❜            he states slowly ,      albeit it somewhat of a lie .            he   is   so tired   ;   no one told him how much   sleep   he’d miss out on due to parenthood ,      but he’s willing to miss out on a few more hours ,      if magnus is .            and it’s not something a   stamina   rune wouldn’t fix .            ❛    are you    ?    ❜

        he’s  sprawled  ever  elegantly  on  their  bed,  a  book  that  seems  to  be  older  than  even   time  itself  settled  in  between  deft  fingertips.  attention  once  enthralled  by  ancient  text  then  shifts  with  his  husband’s  presence,  book  haphazardly  thrown  to  the  side.   with  a  gust  of  azure  flames,  it’s  gone,  probably  replaced  in  it’s  original  spot  among  his  collection.  truthfully  he’d  only  been  occupying  his  time,  giving  alec  his  alone  time  with  their  kids  &  rather  impatiently  waiting  for  his  return.

@silverdivine​   //   some  really  late  sentence  starter  meme.

               the  words  take  him  by  surprise,   it’s  so  mundane,  his  cellphone  held  to  his  ear  &  his  boyfriend  reminding  him  to  eat.  magnus  bane,  high  warlock  of  brooklyn  &  all  powerful  immortal,  few  took  the  time  or  cared  enough  to  show  it  like  alec  does.  to  him,  he’s  just  magnus,  not  his  many  titles  or  his  proceeding  reputation.  it  warms  him  from  inside  out,  a  soft  smile  blossoming  on  his  plum  painted  lips  as  ringed  fingertips  fiddle  with  the  many  necklaces  adorning  his  neck.  he’s  not  used  to  it,  his  usual  quip  stuck  in  his  throat.       ❛     usually  i’m  the  one  having  to  remind  you.    ❜    a  pause,  lashes  fluttering  against  his  cheeks  as  he  looks  out  on  the  city  /   half  the  world  away  on  business  &  he  wishes  for  nothing  more  than  to  open  a  portal  &  collapse  comfortably  with  the  chairman  &  alexander  at  his  side. 

          ❛        don’t  touch  anything.        ❜    voice  flutters  soft  with  undertone  of  acidic  bite    —    for  she  always  were  one  for  minute  of  details,   perfection  orderly  amidst  further  understanding  of  worlds  contents.   each  had  methods  to  their  own  madness,   though  scoff  would  fall  present  if  mess  were  to  be  strewn  freely.   arc  o’own  crown  where  colours  balance  fixate  upon  opposing  form,   furthering  stretch  where  posture  straightens.     ❛        unless you’re here to offer sound advice you do know where the door is.        ❜    sickly  where  lips  corners  twitch,   loose  dismissal  offered  with  wrists  extend    —-    fingers  each  quickly  pointed  and  curled  within  themselves.    ❛        this  is  no  place  for  an  amateur.       ❜