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Now that Magnus mentioned it, he really was hungry. Thinking back he found he couldn’t remember if the last time he’d fed was yesterday or the day before; he just had too much to do keep track of feeding. Camille was running rampant again, causing a never ending pile of problems that Raphael then had to solve for her - she really shouldn’t be leading the clan anymore, it wouldn’t take long before the Shadowhunters would descend on them if she continued this way.

Alec Lightwood didn’t think he would ever get used to being spoiled by his boyfriend. Being with Magnus Bane had certainly broadened his horizons as far as traveling to new places, eating new foods, trying new things. Nights like this were rare these days, what with all the work that came with being Head of the Institute. But Alec made time for Magnus. It probably helped that his sister took on more shifts and she could easily do all the paperwork that piled up.

He smiled when he was pulled past the threshold, shaking his head at the warlock’s playful comment. “I can’t even open a door for you?” He replied with an arched brow. His hands already settling quite comfortably over Magnus’s hips, resting there for now, but the threat of pulling him in closer loomed.

“Relax. You’ve taken me out to dinner, you even paid for the meal and indulged our long walk back. Consider me thoroughly spoiled.” He leaned in, bending just slightly to engage in a chaste kiss, his lips curling into a smile against his boyfriend’s as he pulled back. “Which begs the question, when can I start spoiling you?”

“Oh you do? Are one of those a nap? Because with the way you’re overworked, you’ve been a bit–grumpy.”

Ragnor took the freshly poured drink from Magnus’ hand before it was even offered to him. He sipped it as Magnus spoke.

‘Oh no, I was not lying about that,’ he said airily. ‘No, you see, the thing is.’ He paused, as if gathering his courage. As if prepared to deal someone a devastating blow. ‘Earlier. When you asked if you looked okay. I said you looked did.’ He looked down into his drink. ‘Well, you see... You’ve actually got a little bit of smudged eyeliner on your cheek.’

   Maryse knew that she had made many mistakes, one of them being having acting harshly toward her sons relationship. It wasn’t fair of her to judge, not when her own relationship had crumbled into pieces. She had no room to speak as far as love was concerned and now she wanted to make amends. Noticing that the warlock was leaving the Institute, Maryse followed after him and called out gently, “Mr. Bane, could I speak with you for a moment?”

One kiss and Alec’s entire world came back together. Walking alongside his warlock as they headed to the loft, he reached to lace his fingers with Magnus’. “I missed you.” he said, looking at their hands for a moment. A thought hit him after a moment and he chuckled. “Will we be alone at the loft?” he asked, wanting to know how much company they’d have for the night, and wondering if the little warlock who had inadvertently saved Magnus was present.

       ❛ you’re worrying too much. ❜    a gaze of BOREDOM follows shuffling papers across the hardwood    desk — each going into one folder and another into a routing file.    one hand drums impatiently to the side, and a moment or TWO of    pause accompany a deep sigh — leaving the nephilim yearning to    never see this office again. he was growing RESTLESS.        ❛ worrying is MY job.  ❜

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